Running a Food Stall to Support My Deceptive Omega - Chapter 32.1

Mu Jinyu sprang up from her stool like a projectile, shouting, “Where did you hear… all this nonsense!?”

The panic on her face was beyond words. She wanted to wave her hands at the diners to explain that the two of them weren’t in that kind of relationship, and at the same time, she wanted to rush over and cover Rong Heng’s mouth, fearing Rong Heng might say something even more shocking.

Flustered and in a frantic mess, she didn’t know what to do first. Her body moved back and forth as if she’d been electrocuted, and she stammered, trying to explain something.

But the incident happened too suddenly; she was completely unprepared and had no idea how to explain it.

After saying “it’s not like that” several times, she looked at the diners’ expressions, which were still frozen in shock, and Mu Jinyu knew that whatever she said was in vain.

She feared these people wouldn’t believe her at all and would only think she was making excuses.

After all her busy efforts, which looked more like she was performing a breakdance, she realized it was useless. She could only stop in despair, clutching her head with her hands.

She was on the verge of a breakdown.

Heavens, how could words like “mistress” be said so casually?

She and Rong Heng were absolutely not in that kind of relationship!

Where on earth did Rong Heng hear that she was her mistress!!!

Meanwhile, Rong Heng didn’t understand why Mu Jinyu was so flustered. She sat upright on the stool and waited for her to stop.

Only then did she say with certainty, “I am your mistress.”

She didn’t feel there was anything wrong with what she said at all.

She even thought Mu Jinyu was being silly; didn’t the person they met at noon say exactly that? Did Mu Jinyu really not remember?

Thinking to herself, Rong Heng opened her mouth, wanting to say something more to remind Mu Jinyu.

She said, “At noon, let you be mod…” erate…

The word “moderate” had barely started.

Alarm bells rang in Mu Jinyu’s heart; she sensed disaster.

With a large stride, she lunged toward Rong Heng!

Her hand directly covered the lower half of Rong Heng’s face, preventing her from saying the rest of the words!

The moon was bright, the stars sparse, and the sky vast.

Her fingers sank slightly into Rong Heng’s cheeks; after a slight spasm, she didn’t dare move.

With her mouth covered, Rong Heng did not struggle. She simply looked up at the person covering her mouth with curiosity, letting out a couple of muffled “mm-mm” sounds as her unfinished words were swallowed back down.

At least no one else heard them.

Mu Jinyu breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the diners again, and explained, “She’s just joking; she really is a distant relative of mine.”

The diners, still in shock, looked back and forth between Rong Heng and Mu Jinyu. It took them a while to snap out of it, and they uttered a few “oh’s,” saying very understandingly, “What just happened? I didn’t hear a thing; I heard absolutely nothing.”

Then, one diner put down her chopsticks and pushed her bowl away, no longer continuing to eat her noodles.

Instead, she stood up unsteadily and made an incredibly polite bow to Mu Jinyu, “You’ve already given me money in advance, so I’ll take my leave.”

Mu Jinyu: ?

“No, no, no, I meant I already gave you the money; I gave it when I arrived.” The diner realized her slip of the tongue and tried to fix it while bowing and leaving, “I really didn’t hear anything, I know nothing. Farewell, farewell!”

After saying that, she turned and left, her back appearing somewhat excited, as if she wanted to hurry and tell her sisters about this.

Mu Jinyu: …

In despair, Mu Jinyu looked at the other diners.

The other diners had the same reaction, all claiming they heard nothing while hurriedly trying to leave.

In the end, whether because they felt guilty or were too excited, they either tripped over stools or nearly collided with one another.

They left in a chaotic scramble.

Seeing everyone flee as if for their lives, Mu Jinyu sighed and whispered to Rong Heng, “I’ll let you go, but you absolutely must not talk nonsense again.”

Rong Heng, who had been looking up at her, blinked her eyes upon hearing this, indicating she understood.

Seeing her agree, Mu Jinyu still felt uneasy and added, “Don’t say a single word,” before letting her go.

To her surprise, not even a second after she let go, one of the customers who had left earlier came back.

He asked with some confusion, “So, are you two really relatives? You are her ‘Wifey,’ and she is your relative?”

After walking a few steps, this person realized he couldn’t figure out what the relationship between these two actually was.

Was it really that chaotic kind of relationship?

His heart was itching with curiosity, and he felt compelled to come back and ask.

Facing the curious onlooker, Mu Jinyu naturally wouldn’t say what he wanted to hear. Her voice grew louder and more serious, “She is truly just my relative, there is no other relationship. Please do not speculate wildly.”

“Please leave quickly; I’m closing up the stall.”

After saying this, she ignored the man, led Rong Heng a bit further away, and began packing up the tables and stools.

Seeing that Mu Jinyu was somewhat angry, the questioning customer apologized several times before finally leaving.

After such an incident, Mu Jinyu didn’t say a word while packing. She just kept her head down and worked.

The atmosphere was incredibly heavy.

Sensing her unhappiness, Rong Heng looked up at her several times, walked to her side, tugged her sleeve twice, and whispered, “Talk to me.”

But Mu Jinyu didn’t respond. Even when Rong Heng wanted Mu Jinyu to pat her head, Mu Jinyu didn’t cooperate; she just turned around to get busy with other things.

A clear look of bewilderment appeared on Rong Heng’s face. She didn’t understand why Mu Jinyu was ignoring her.

She wanted Mu Jinyu to talk to her.

While stacking all the stools together, Rong Heng thought for a long, long time, but she couldn’t think of a single solution.

How could there be no way?

Dejectedly, Rong Heng came to Mu Jinyu’s side, lowered her head, and said as if admitting a mistake, “Wifey, don’t be angry.”

Mu Jinyu, who was putting away bowls and wiping tables, looked up in shock at Rong Heng.

It took her a moment to realize where Rong Heng had heard the word “Wifey” (Qizhu).

She couldn’t understand why Rong Heng was always so precise at picking up messy things.

A word she just heard, and she shouted it out now.

Does she even know what that word means?

Just shouting it randomly.

Mu Jinyu suddenly felt a bit annoyed. She had let Rong Heng out to interact with the world because she didn’t want Rong Heng to develop problems from being cooped up.

But she didn’t expect that the outside world might lead Rong Heng astray.

Rong Heng, who used to be so simple and considerate of her—how long had she been out?

Not only had her personality become unpredictable, but she had also been taught bad things.

She should have screened things for Rong Heng.

With a flushed face, Mu Jinyu rubbed her burning ears and said seriously to Rong Heng, “I’m not angry with you, and I didn’t ignore you on purpose. I was just thinking about how best to handle this matter.”

Being misunderstood in such a way would become fodder for other people’s gossip after dinner.

She was adjusting her own depressed mood and also thinking about how to handle it.

But the more she hurried to explain, the more she would be teased, which would actually be counterproductive.

Mu Jinyu thought she’d deal with it later; it wasn’t a big deal anyway.

She continued to Rong Heng, “Also, that word… don’t call me that. You shouldn’t be calling me that.”

Rong Heng looked at Mu Jinyu, seemingly listening intently, but in her head, she didn’t think Mu Jinyu was right.

Clearly, calling her this made her talk to her, so why shouldn’t she say it?

So she had to call her “Wifey” for her to respond. Rong Heng made a mental note of it.

But why did she always hear other people calling her Boss Mu?

Rong Heng didn’t know what the right way to address her was; she only knew that calling her “Wifey” would get a response.

Then she would call her “Wifey.”

However, she couldn’t figure out which sentence she said wrong to make Wifey a bit depressed.

She had only said two sentences in total.

Rong Heng thought over her words from just now and the words she heard at noon repeatedly, and she felt the only possible mistake was…

Perhaps she wasn’t Wifey’s mistress.

But Wifey was her mistress!

Was that why Wifey was angry?

What did “mistress” mean? Was it very important?

Rong Heng couldn’t find a description of the word in her head; she just instinctively felt the word was very intimate, just like her and Wifey.

Thinking this, while Mu Jinyu was still incessantly telling her that she shouldn’t call her that and that it was wrong…

Rong Heng tilted her head, her black hair falling like spreading petals. The hairpin at the back of her head reflected red and yellow light from the lantern.

It swayed like ripples on water.

She called out again, “Wifey~”

The whole world seemed to pause. The people on the night market street disappeared from Mu Jinyu’s mind one by one.

Only the person in front of her remained.

Mu Jinyu, who had been rambling, suddenly went silent, staring blankly at the innocent and pure person before her.

It had to be said that Rong Heng was beautiful. Every frown and smile was a feast for the eyes, making one forget what they were saying and simply drown in her gaze.

“You…”

Mu Jinyu’s face turned even redder after being addressed like that. Only now did she truly feel the power of this title. She had never thought she would be called this one day.

The words “mistress” and “Wifey” filled her head, wrapping around her and pulling her in circles.

It made her lightheaded, as if she couldn’t find her bearings.

For a moment, she was dazed, almost thinking she and Rong Heng really had some special relationship.

Mu Jinyu stopped nagging Rong Heng. She averted her gaze and said softly, “Let’s hurry and pack up; we should go back quickly.”

It was getting late. Most of the night market street had gone dark. If they didn’t leave now, they would be walking in the dead of night.

Seeing that Mu Jinyu was no longer ignoring her or nagging her, Rong Heng achieved her goal and even felt she had done a good job.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and a hint of secret joy appeared in her eyes.

“Okay, Wifey~”

After saying that, Rong Heng’s steps were light. She turned around cheerfully, her skirt swaying in layered folds.

Like a butterfly flying away.

She went to the pushcart and began packing the things on it.

Mu Jinyu, on the other hand, stood in place dazed for a long time. Her entire person was as red as a boiled shrimp, and Rong Heng’s sweet “Wifey” was still echoing in her mind.

She couldn’t snap out of it.

Clearly, she was the one who said to pack up quickly, but now she was the one moving slowly.

By the time the two finally finished packing, there were only a few scattered points of light left on the night market street.

They held their things and stayed very close, leaning on each other as they walked back home.

The pitch-black road didn’t seem scary; it even gave Mu Jinyu a sense of peace that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

That night, she slept very well.