PFC Chapter 179
Chapter 179
Song Nianchu couldn't help but freeze in place. The courtyard was packed full of people; she felt there was no room for her to even set foot."Sister." At that moment, Mu Haoxuan noticed Song Nianchu and quickly called out to her.
The other little ones in the courtyard, hearing Mu Haoxuan's voice, all stood up and looked toward the door.
"Sister A'chu." they called out in unison.
"Mm." Song Nianchu responded, feeling her eardrums tingling from the noise.
She finally carried the bamboo basket on her back and walked in. Only then did she notice that the little ones were all printing tags.
Because the number of orders had increased, one set of printing blocks was no longer enough. Song Nianchu had later asked Mu Shi'an to carve a few more sets.
At the moment, the village children had basically taken over all the tag printing work.
Song Nianchu stepped forward to inspect the tags they had printed. Each one was very standard, even perfectly precise.
Seeing Song Nianchu checking their work, the children held their breath, afraid they might not meet her standards.
"You've all done very well. Thank you for your hard work." Song Nianchu looked at them with a smile after finishing the inspection.
Hearing this, everyone let out a sigh of relief, their young faces blossoming again with bright smiles.
"Sister A'chu, we'll be very serious!"
"I believe in you. Keep up the good work, and I'll record work points for you too." Song Nianchu patted the head of the child closest to her.
"Mm!" The child nodded excitedly, as if receiving praise from an immortal.
Song Nianchu then looked at Mu Yongnian and Mu Haoxuan.
"You two have also done very well. You've taught them wonderfully."
The two little ones immediately beamed with joy.
"Alright, keep up the work." Song Nianchu didn't disturb them further. Carrying her basket, she walked deeper inside.
As soon as she left, the children immediately got busy.
Some printed, others dried the tags—every step was orderly. Though the crowd was large, nothing was chaotic.
Meanwhile, Song Nianchu had already stepped into Mu Deyi's office.
Mu Deyi was sitting at the small desk, frantically clicking an abacus while looking at a ledger.
Seeing him calculating accounts, Song Nianchu didn't disturb him. She just waited quietly by the side.
Only when Mu Deyi's hand stopped on the abacus did Song Nianchu step forward.
"Accountant Mu, have you finished tallying our accounts for this period?" Song Nianchu glanced curiously at the ledger.
But the figures he had recorded were somewhat difficult to read at first glance.
"Yes, everything's calculated." Mu Deyi nodded, his tone a bit heavy.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Song Nianchu asked, seeing his expression.
Mu Deyi didn't respond for a long time. Song Nianchu thought he hadn't heard her and was about to repeat herself when he suddenly looked up, staring straight at her.
"What... is it?" Song Nianchu felt a bit uneasy under his gaze.
She hadn't misappropriated any village funds, so why was he looking at her like that?
"Sometimes I think," Mu Deyi said abruptly, "I wish you were my daughter."
"Huh?" Song Nianchu was caught off guard by his sudden shift.
"The village's monthly profit has doubled compared to last month." Mu Deyi said slowly.
"Really? That's wonderful news." Song Nianchu beamed.
"I used to think I was quite good at business, but compared to you, I see what it means for the new wave to push out the old." Mu Deyi sighed softly.
"Don't worry, the old wave hasn't washed up on the beach just yet." Song Nianchu chuckled.
Mu Deyi gave her a slightly resentful look at that.
Ahem.
Song Nianchu cleared her throat awkwardly, then pulled out the new contract she had just signed with Sun Wenshi from her basket.
"Look what this is." She handed it over like a trophy.
Mu Deyi took it, glanced at it, and felt even more disheartened.
He stared at Song Nianchu without blinking. As the saying goes, everyone has their own specialization.
Generally, a person might be good at one or two things. In all his years, he had met many smart people, but he rarely saw someone as versatile as Song Nianchu.
From developing new products to expanding sales channels—each challenge seemed to fail to stump her.
"Accountant Mu, don't look at me like that. Even if I can't be your daughter, I can be your daughter-in-law. A daughter-in-law is half a daughter, so why don't I start calling you Dad from today?" Song Nianchu sensed the even stronger emotion in his eyes and seized the moment.
Mu Deyi snapped out of it instantly, giving her a sidelong glance.
"So you're scheming against me now."
Agreeing to let her call him Dad would mean acknowledging her marriage to Mu Shi'an.
"You're the one who said you wished I was your daughter." Song Nianchu laughed.
"The contract's signed. And the deposit?" Mu Deyi steered the topic away.
"It's here." Song Nianchu fished a thick envelope out of her pocket.
Mu Deyi took it and carefully counted the money, matching the deposit amount in the contract exactly.
"Anything else? If not, you should head out. I need to record this in the accounts." Mu Deyi bowed his head, pretending to be busy.
"Alright." Song Nianchu didn't linger and turned toward the door.
But after just a few steps, she suddenly spun around and called out to Mu Deyi.
"Dad."
"Huh?" Mu Deyi reflexively looked up.
Song Nianchu's face lit up with a brilliant smile.
"You answered to my calling you Dad, so that means you acknowledge my marriage to Mu Shi'an. From now on, no more cold shoulders because of this, got it?"
"You little brat..." Mu Deyi was about to argue.
But Song Nianchu simply waved at him.
"Dad, I'm heading back. Come over for a meal when you have time."
With that, she darted away.
Mu Deyi stood there, looking at the empty doorway. He didn't sit back down until a long moment had passed.
He picked up his pen and abacus, intending to recalculate, but Mu Deyi's mind kept replaying Song Nianchu's cheerful "Dad."
It was crisp and bright, carrying a girl's unique charm.
An involuntary smile crept onto Mu Deyi's face.
In his mind, he felt a daughter should be like Song Nianchu—generous and radiant.
But then...
The thought of Mu Jingmei immediately wiped the smile off Mu Deyi's face.
He forcibly suppressed those tangled emotions and lowered his head to continue accounting.
At the same time, Mu's mother was weaving fishing nets in the square, focused on her work, when a figure quietly approached.
"You're Jingmei's mother, right?" The person lowered their voice to ask.