We’re a Perfect Match for a Stand-in Marriage

Chapter 13: Chapter Thirteen: He Might Not Want to Leave

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“You…” At Hua Ning’s words, Hua Tang’s body trembled in fury and her face flushed angrily.

She was meek, but that doesn’t mean she won’t fight back. However, it was useless to retaliate most of the time because no one would take her side. When she was living with the Hua family, fighting back would only invite more suffering.

But this time, what Hua Ning said was simply ridiculous!

Just as she was at a loss, a hand behind her suddenly reached out and grabbed the phone.

Surprised, Hua Tang turned around and saw Mu Chi grim-faced in displeasure.

“I don’t care who you are, but watch your mouth when you talk to my wife!” he spoke with a low voice into the mouthpiece. “If you repeat those words, you won’t like the consequences!”

The vicious threat was clearly conveyed through every word. Just the tone of his voice was enough to make one shudder.

A sudden silence fell on the other end of the call. Hua Ning was probably too terrified of his sheer force of character to make a sound.

Fu Yong hung up the phone and returned it to Hua Tang. He turned around and returned to the courtyard to practice his boxing expressionlessly.

Hua Tang held her phone in a daze. Suddenly, she felt touched. No one had ever protected her like this since she was young; her newlywed husband was the first to do so.

In the courtyard, Fu Yong took off his boxing gloves and threw them aside after training for a while. He panted heavily after the exercise, his face still sporting a dark look from the previous commotion.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Yu Chidong: [What did you tell Hua Dahai?]

Yu Chidong looked at his phone and chose his words carefully as he replied: [Fu Yong, I did as you ordered and put pressure on him …]

However, just after he sent the message, Fu Yong called.

“Did I f*cking ask you to tell him about the dowry?” Fu Yong scolded with an icy voice.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to avenge your wife?” Yu Chidong said, puzzled. “If I don’t bring up the dowry, what else can I say? If I don’t mention the dowry, how else would they learn from their mistake.”

“Yu Chidong!” Fu Yong bit out each word deliberately. “Were you dropped on your head as a kid? I think you need to get yourself a new brain! ”

Having said his piece, he hung up the phone and left Yu Chidong scratching his head.

Fortunately, Su Cheng—who had just rushed over from Haicheng—was there to play advisor. As playmates who grew up together, Su Cheng immediately laughed out loud when he heard Yu Chidong’s narrative.

“Fu Yong is right. Yu Chidong, you were dropped on your head! Hahaha…”

Yu Chidong waved his fists at him. “What do you mean? If you don’t stop laughing, I’ll knock out your front teeth.”

Su Cheng wiped the mirth from his face. He had to; although Chidong was an idiot sometimes, he was quite strong.

Su Cheng explained, “Think about it. You used the dowry to pressure Hua Dahai and took his land, so it’s obvious that you’re doing it for Hua Tang. Who wouldn’t do the math and overthink? Even his eldest daughter Hua Ning thinks you’re involved with Hua Tang. Do you think Fu Yong will be happy to hear that? Besides, if this matter gets back to Hua Tang’s ears, she’ll wonder why you are helping her.”

Yu Chidong slapped his thigh and realized that he had screwed up. “You have to help me! I’ve never thought of snatching my buddy Fu Yong’s woman! Plus, a shy woman like Hua Tang is not my type! I don’t know what came over Fu Yong, falling for such a woman. Besides, he was the one who asked me for help. I’m just doing my best to help him…”

Su Cheng took a sip of tea, and his smile spoke volumes. He also didn’t understand how Fu Yong—the celibate, cold, and ruthless Third Master of the Fu family—had not only taken on the role of a hooligan but also had his eyes on a modest girl like Hua Tang.

“From how things are progressing, I think Fu Yong might not even want to return to being Fu Yong anymore. He may wish to stay as Mu Chi forever…” he mused.

…

After lunch, Fu Yong gave a quick word to Hua Tang and left.

This small village was not big. Before Hua Tang came, he often walked along the village path up the mountain.

Few would venture there, and the air was good; it was a nice place for peace and quiet.

However, Fu Yong could not calm his thoughts today. Hua Ning’s vile words kept resounding in his ears.

He took a deep breath and was about to hike up the mountaintop when he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind, “Mu Chi!”

A young man waved at him and ran up from the path below.

Fu Yong paused and frowned slightly.

“Just now, at the foot of the mountain, I thought it looked like you! I didn’t expect you to be so fast. I had to jog to catch up with you! By the way, how are your injuries? Do you want me to get you some more medicine?” The man spoke with an honest smile.

Fu Yong nodded and calmly said, “Thank you. I’m fine now. Apologies for troubling you back then. ”

“We’re friends; there’s no need to be so polite!” The man patted Mu Chi’s shoulder, and they walked up the mountaintop together.