Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 122: Lifting a Rock Only to Drop It on Your Own Feet!_1

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Lifting a Rock Only to Drop It on Your Own Feet!_1

What’s so good about it?

Lin Qing glared at Song Yunuan, "I only wanted your family to live in unrest, not for you to go file a report."

At this moment, Lin Qing believed that the smiling girl, with her eyes curved in laughter, was not only capable of doing it but also capable of escalating the situation even further.

They said she relied on Gu Huai’an, but from beginning to end, it had nothing to do with Gu Huai’an.

Where would there be a need for Gu Huai’an to show up?

As long as she filed a report, whether the Jade Ruyi was thrown into Erdao River Village or not would naturally come to light.

She didn’t dare to take the bet.

She pinched the Jade Ruyi in her purse, which seemed to be the original one, yet the color was off.

Could it really be that someone had switched it?

Or perhaps, it was the issue with the purple sandalwood box!

Now, it seemed both possibilities existed, and those people from the Hu family were no ordinary ones; she had to be cautious.

Song Yunuan, how exactly did you find out about Hu Xiaomei?

Did Old Mr. Ji tell you?

It didn’t seem likely.

Did Gu Huai’an tell you?

Even less likely.

What kind of significance does Hu Xiaomei have to be mentioned by Gu Huai’an?

It wasn’t Gu Huai’an!

Lin Qing abruptly turned her gaze towards the brigade headquarters, no matter who told Song Yunuan about Hu Xiaomei. If she really followed the original plan and went back to tell Lin Du she had thrown the Jade Ruyi in Erdao River Village, and if Lin Du really came and Song Yunuan actually filed a report, Lin Du certainly would not cover up for her.

Chu Zizhou’s attitude would be clear without even thinking about it.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Qing dismissed the idea and could only look at Song Yunuan with hatred. So, what was the point of her coming here? Hadn’t she run here for nothing?

She really was lifting a rock only to drop it on her own feet!

Just as she was about to speak, she heard Song Yunuan exaggerate, "It’s getting dark, Sister Lin Qing, you’re going to regret it!"

Lin Qing’s face changed as she remembered something and hurriedly turned around, leaving in haste.

Without looking back, she got into her car and quickly drove out of Song Yunuan’s sight.

Song Yunuan pouted, "If you dare to come here and show off again, I’ll make sure Hu Xiaomei fully achieves her wish."

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Sitting in the jeep, the more Lin Qing thought about it, the more uneasy she became. She urged Uncle Azhong to drive faster, and once they reached the county, she found the post office had closed, and she couldn’t make a call even if she wanted to.

Where to now?

Lin Qing had no choice but to run to the guesthouse, but unfortunately, since the electronics factory was starting operations and many guests had arrived from outside the area, including some from Xiangjiang, all the guesthouses in the town were full.

By the time Lin Qing, fuming and cursing, finally managed to make a call, the moon was high in the sky.

The call was answered by Lin Jia, who, after hearing her sister’s call, did not dare to delay. She took her two daughters to Su Junze’s residence straight away.

She saw the lights in the house go out with her own eyes and had no choice but to knock on the door. However, until she and her daughters were taken away by the street patrol, Su Junze’s front door remained closed, and the lights did not turn back on.

Someone was definitely home.

But they just wouldn’t come out to open the door.

Lin Jia knew her sister was on the road, and she could feel the anxiety growing inside her.

But she was also powerless to do anything about it.

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Bringing the story back to the Song family house, after Lin Qing and the others had left, Song Yunuan entered the courtyard.

She was as smiley as she had been on any other day.

Although Song Liang couldn’t hear what they had said, he knew his daughter had not been taken advantage of.

But he still asked Song Yunuan, "Little Nuan, what did Lin Qing come here for this time?"

"It’s about the Jade Ruyi that seemed to have changed color; she came to ask Asheng about it."

Song Liang’s expression darkened, "What does that have to do with our Asheng?"

"Yes, it has nothing to do with my brother, and look, he’s gone again."

Song Liang’s brows furrowed, Lin Zhiqing’s sister seemed a bit off in the head.

"Little Nuan, if she comes again, don’t bother with her. I’ll have your grandma and mom come out to deal with it."

Song Yunuan immediately nodded, "Yeah, next time I’ll call grandma to scold her. My grandma is super fierce."

After a good laugh, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who had been working on the clothes in Song Ting’s room also called it a day.

Old Man Song could cook too, and the little bok choys in the garden had grown tall; he made a soup with them and tofu, and the steamed buns from lunch were also deliciously fragrant.

Without needing Song Yunuan in the kitchen, she took the mysteriously acting Asheng to the horse stable, feeding Big Jujube while asking, "You’ve been holding it in for so long, what do you want to tell your sister?"

Little Asheng said, "Sister, that Jade Ruyi isn’t real, it’s fake."

Song Yunuan nodded, "Yeah, jade doesn’t change color, only fakes do."

"Sister, if one day I see a real one, can I tell you?"

"Of course you can. Tell me right away, and I’ll get it back for you."

Asheng immediately smiled happily, "Sister, then tonight I’m going to tell it in my dream that you promised."

Song Yunuan’s hand, holding the fodder, paused as she looked at her brother in surprise, "You can even have dreams like that?"

So, her brother should be the protagonist of a fantasy novel.

Not the cannon fodder in a story about a powerful female lead.

"No, I mean I plan to tell it in the dream, not necessarily that it will dream too, just mentioning it, you understand, right?"

Song Yunuan ruffled his little head, "Yingying is the same age as you, only a month older, and she can now recite the Soup Verse. What about you?"

Asheng said, "I can recite the Soup Verse too."

"Then recite it for me to hear."

"The Soup of the Four Nobles harmonizes with justice, ginseng, atragalus, poria, licorice to pair..."

Song Yunuan interrupted, "Okay, I got it." Then she took her brother’s hand, "Come on, let’s go jump rope with Xiaohua."

Jumping rope with pocketed squares is so much fun.

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Chu Zizhou went to Beidu with the cart of straw hats, and this was his first return since stirring up trouble.

His mother was heartbroken.

She couldn’t help but tear up the moment she took her son’s hand.

Unfortunately, the next moment Chu Zizhou was summoned to the study by Old Mr. Chu.

Everything went smoothly after that.

Nobody had expected that Chu Zizhou wasn’t just filling his quota to swindle Beidu people out of sympathy and money.

His straw hats, although initially scorned by Mother Chu, ended up being reluctantly tried on by her, and to her surprise, she discovered they hid the wrinkles on her face.

Elder Sister-in-law Chu said to her, "Can you stop with that disdainful look? If you do, who’s going to buy Zizhou’s straw hats?"

On any other day, she wouldn’t have liked such a comment, but today she felt it was right; her son was too impressive.

Having informed people in advance, many approached the matter with indifference, thinking it was just a business of favors—if worse came to worst, they would pay out of their own pockets, especially those who encouraged Chu Zizhou to host the dance.

To their surprise, however, the actual product exceeded expectations.

Particularly for the purchasing director of the department store, who had been worried about how to sell them. But upon seeing the hats, he immediately gave a good price without a second word.

Ladies’ straw hats were priced at one yuan and six jiao, men’s at one yuan and two jiao, and those made by the wife of the Zhou family at one yuan and eight jiao.

It was even easier than Chu Zizhou had anticipated.

After settling accounts, with the advance payment deducted, there was a profit of over four thousand yuan.

After deducting freight and miscellaneous fees, there was still a net profit of three thousand two hundred yuan.

Chu Zizhou inhaled sharply.

It was way too profitable.

If he didn’t serve as the brigade leader, simply buying and selling such straw hats for a profit seemed very appealing.

Song Yunuan—he had to give her a bonus!

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