Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 119 Just invite him for a meal _1

Chapter 119: Chapter 119 Just invite him for a meal _1

On the road, Song Yunuan still said, "Dad, there’s no reason for you to be down, the monks from outside can chant scriptures too. See how they treat Branch Secretary Guan? Isn’t it the same as how they used to treat you?"

Song Liang thought about it and it seemed to be true.

Oh well, brooding over this is pointless.

He still needed to hurry up and build the west wing room.

Also, he needed to quickly get more clay, there was an abandoned brick kiln in the wasteland to the north of the village, and he knew how to make bricks, planning to make his own blue bricks.

His daughter said she didn’t like red bricks, and if he could make them, he would use blue bricks.

Then he would build a big house with blue bricks and roof tiles.

The older generation always said that blue bricks were actually better than red bricks, but nowadays, most people use red bricks, so the majority of people don’t know how to fire blue bricks.

Because making blue bricks is harder and more complicated than making red bricks; he had never done it before and had to find someone to learn from.

Since his daughter liked living in the village, then he’d just listen to her—how she wanted the house to be built was entirely up to her.

As for the west and the east wing rooms, the daughter said there was no rush, they’d take it step by step.

Thinking about it, there was a lot to do.

When they returned home, dinner was ready, and the sun had just set, perfect timing for a meal.

Tonight at the Song family’s, they were eating potato starch steam dumplings that looked a bit dark, but their skins were really chewy, filled with pickled vegetables and pork, fragrant and delicious, and they also cooked millet porridge.

Song Yunuan felt that although conditions were tough, the homemade meals they ate every day were really delicious.

It had been a long time since she’d had such simple and tasty home-cooked food.

After dinner, she casually took out the envelope and said, "This is from Gu Huai’an, mailed to Chu Zizhou. Chu Zizhou said it was actually all for me, so I brought it all back with me."

Old Mrs. Song looked at the pile of things on the kang table and exchanged glances with Xia Guilan, who hastily said, "We’ll remember this favor, and when we can afford to, we must pay it back."

That settled it, Song Yunuan thought it was good and didn’t need any further explanation.

Old Mrs. Song cheerfully put the things away and said to Song Yunuan, "Wait, Little Nuan, let’s work hard, and maybe we’ll be able to afford a television; then we can watch movies at home every day."

Song Liang didn’t know what to say and could only dryly comment, "Gu Huai’an, that young man, isn’t bad."

Song Yunuan chuckled.

And that was that.

After washing up, Old Mrs. Song still wanted to ask Song Yunuan if there was really only tickets in the envelope, and nothing else, like a verbal message?

She asked Xia Guilan to inquire about other things, and she would ask about this.

If they both asked together and couldn’t get anything out of her, it would be awkward to ask again later.

Mainly because they hadn’t spent much time together yet, and Little Nuan was so smart and considerate.

She didn’t want to make her unhappy.

But just as she was about to step in, remembering she had to take off her shoes to enter the house, she paused at the doorway to look at Song Yunuan.

She also took the opportunity to glance at her granddaughter’s room.

It had only been tidied up a few days before, originally planned for Tingting, but then changed as Little Nuan wanted to build a house with blue bricks and tiles.

There was no point in organizing it, so the newspapers just got stashed away.

At that moment, with the electric light on, the soft yellow glow illuminated her beautifully featured granddaughter and grandson who were playing checkers on the kang.

The room was really quite nice.

The walls were pasted with newspapers, which brightened the room, and the floor was covered with a mat woven from reeds, its natural color, clean, tidy, and elegant.

The kang cabinet was placed at the end of the kang, the wardrobe on the mat-covered floor, and the west wall had a desk and two chairs.

On the desk was a tin can with a big bunch of wildflowers in it.

Brightly colored and very pretty.

She knew that her grandson had picked them for her.

The room was next to Song Liang and his wife’s bedroom, and the innermost room belonged to Song Mingbo, but it had a separate door.

Even in winter, this room was always the warmest.

Now that it had been tidied up, it felt like it was no longer her own home.

Seeing Old Mrs. Song standing at the doorway, Song Yunuan said, "Grandma, why don’t you come in?"

Old Mrs. Song replied, "I haven’t washed my feet yet, I’m afraid of dirtying your carpet."

Song Yunuan laughed heartily and then took the initiative, "Grandma, don’t worry, Gu Huai’an didn’t write to me. Chu Zizhou is his best friend and listens to him the most, he would never go around speaking nonsense. We will use the things, and someday we can just treat him to a meal as thanks."

Old Mrs. Song hurriedly said, "Would he even come?"

"Whether we invite him is a gesture of our goodwill, whether he comes is up to him."

Old Mrs. Song nodded, thinking that made sense.

As she gazed at her unruffled granddaughter, a smile full of wrinkles spread across her face, "How does my granddaughter know so much? Alright then, grandma is leaving."

After Old Mrs. Song left, she dragged Xia Guilan, who followed behind her, and told her that Little Nuan had it figured out. They shouldn’t meddle in her and Gu Huai’an’s matters. The child was young; they would discuss the future in the future.

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In Beidu, Lin Qing looked at the color-changed Jade Ruyi, her complexion not very good.

Something was not right, how did the color change?

Her gaze turned to the rosewood box, her eyes darkening as she recalled her scumbag father and stepmother’s behavior. The box might be the problem.

Lin Qing, holding the rosewood box, didn’t put the Jade Ruyi back inside, instead, she planned to store it separately. Holding both the Jade Ruyi and the rosewood box, she intended to leave, naturally thinking first of Old Master Hu from Rare Treasures Atelier.

But then, Lin Qing stopped in her tracks.

Old Master Hu.

Hu Zhi?

Both surnamed Hu.

How could she have overlooked this detail?

It couldn’t be that they conspired together in this scam.

So, she had Uncle Azhong investigate. It didn’t take long before she got her answer—turns out, Hu Zhi really was related to Old Master Hu.

Although not a direct relative, their relationship wasn’t distant either.

Lin Qing discussed this with Lin Jia, and Lin Jia said, "Qing’er, Lin Du has always claimed the Jade Ruyi is his, saying it was a betrothal gift for mother. Didn’t we make a call? Our maternal grandfather also confirmed it. Indeed, it belongs to Lin Du. We just said otherwise because we couldn’t stand him."

Lin Qing, unconcerned, said, "Even if it belongs to Lin Du, it’s also ours. He has the nerve to live in mom’s house, so why should we not claim the Jade Ruyi? And all those other belongings, he wants to give them to that bastard, we cannot let that happen. Even if we destroy it, smash it, burn it, Lin Du, Hu Zhi, and that bastard shouldn’t even dream of getting a dime."

Lin Jia stopped talking, her hatred for her biological father was evident.

"So, what will you do now?"

"They’ve gone to all this trouble just to make me send the Jade Ruyi to Rare Treasures Atelier. Well, I purposefully won’t do what they wish."

Lin Jia held the Jade Ruyi, whose color had turned from a delightful, lush green to a strange, unsettling gray-blue.

Lin Qing’s eyes flicked around as she said, "I’m going to settle the account with them."

When she arrived at the villa, naturally, Lin Du and Hu Zhi denied any wrongdoing and even accused Lin Qing of swapping the item herself and trying to extort them.

But inside, they were cursing.

Wasn’t she supposed to go to Rare Treasures Atelier?

Why did she come to them?

Lin Qing held up the unrecognizable Jade Ruyi, "If not you, then who could it be?"

Then, without waiting for Hu Zhi to respond, she suddenly slapped her forehead, as though struck by a revelation, "I remember now, I had someone look at this, and he touched it for quite a while. Could he have tampered with it?"