2384: He is a spare tire.

He is a spare tire.

"I leave you to manage this affair! Since the girl is pregnant, we can't afford to delay this matter! Besides, marrying Song Enya may not be a bad thing for us. No matter what, her father still holds considerable power over here. He'll come to good use for us!"1

"Poor Yancheng, he'll be aggrieved!"

"What's there to complain?!" Mu Linfeng scoffed. "He'll be more aggrieved if he marries Lin Xueya! That woman's temper is too much for him to bear. He can always look for a few mistresses in the future if he wants to. The Songs are out to get Yancheng to acknowledge the child, and so the most urgent task at hand is to settle that dispute."

"Well…" The woman still could not swallow her pride, but after mulling for a while, she had to give in at last. "Alright, we'll do as you say!"

After she returned home, she unwillingly began preparation according to her brother's decision.

Mu Yancheng was not too surprised when told of this outcome, though he still felt slightly aggravated.

Marrying Song Enya was neither a loss nor a grievance to him; it merely made him sore!

After all, he was the spare tire in this matter! That missy had wanted to marry Mu Yazhe, but when the latter rejected her, he eventually had to come in to take his cousin's place! He had to take over a reject in other words!

Am I here only because Mu Yazhe doesn't want her?!

This was a mental hurdle he could not overcome, but since his uncle had made up his mind, the young man still got ready to marry the girl in no time. Once the wedding was over, his uncle would then get busy to sit him in the Mus' coveted chair.

That position was still open, but the longer it remained empty, the more the uneasiness grew inside the family. A family-managed conglomerate like theirs could not afford to be leaderless where danger abounded.

Once he married the missy, the Mus would have the Songs' backing to overcome this PR crisis.

The thought made him feel a little better.

…

Late at night in the hospital.

Yun Shishi kept watch inside her father's ward while she read her script quietly. Finally, at around midnight, she began to doze off out of weariness.

She did not know how long had been sleeping when she heard a rustling noise. Sitting up abruptly, she opened her groggy eyes to see her husband sitting next to the sickbed, gently dabbing her father's lips with some water.

"You're back." She was mildly surprised.

Turning his head to look at her, he said, "Oh, you're awake."

"Eh!"

Walking up to him, she told him rather begrudgingly, "When did you come back? Why didn't you wake me up?"

The man had flown off to the States a while ago to get busy with Shengyu Financial Group's IPO. He did not tell her that he would be returning.

She did not know much about Shengyu, nor did she have an inclination of how big his company was. All she knew was that her husband had his assets and company outside of the Mu Group.

Mu Yazhe did not talk much about his business, either; he wanted her to focus on taking care of her father.

"I rushed over once I got off the plane. After I came in, I saw your script on the floor, where you were dozing and decided not to disturb you. You must be very tired."

"You should've woken me up."

"You ought to rest more when you're tired. I'm here to take care of your father."

The woman also took a seat next to the bed.

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