Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 134: The Mind Seems to Come Alive_1

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: The Mind Seems to Come Alive_1

Afterward, Song Yunuan was questioned several times by Old Ho.

Song Yunuan divided the information she had compiled into two parts.

After running it through her mind, she told Old Ho.

Old Ho digested the information for a moment, then with a serious expression, he said, "Little Nuan, just like last time, due to your young age, it’s best not to publicize this matter to avoid backlash, but I will apply for a reward for you, as we can decide on this internally."

"Thank you, Uncle Ho." Song Yunuan thanked Old Ho happily.

There was going to be a bonus coming her way again.

"Don’t worry about your uncle’s family matter; as long as the information is truthful, it will definitely be handled fairly."

"Then tomorrow morning at nine, wait for me at the entrance of the post office."

Song Yunuan put the kraft paper envelope into her bag.

Old Ho was quick to act, immediately arranging for someone to deal with her uncle’s issue.

He didn’t leave right away but ran back to his office to make a phone call.

He told the leader he had a clue but tonight was not suitable, and he needed to alert the general manager of the department store and yes, the slaughterhouse too, to close for a day.

Meanwhile, Old Man Song took Song Yunuan to Director Niu’s home.

Before getting into the car, a few people looked at Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan shared her plans for the next day.

"Leave the matter of the letter to me; for now, you all should act as if you are unaware of it."

Head of the Song Family and Song Nian exchanged glances.

In truth, even if they knew, they wouldn’t know what best to do.

Xia Xinshan looked at Song Yunuan with admiration and asked, "Little Nuan, how do you know that leader? He seems so stern; doesn’t he scare you?"

Song Yunuan replied earnestly, "I was almost abducted, and it was someone with Uncle Ho who rescued me. When I see him, I only feel gratitude, how could I possibly be afraid?"

Xia Xinshan didn’t quite catch who "someone" was, but he did understand "abducted," and went pale in shock, "Ah, what kidnapper, when did this happen?"

Old Man Song said, "It’s been quite a while since that happened, and it’s not something suitable to discuss openly, so we didn’t tell you all."

Remembering the prophecy he had heard that afternoon, Xia Xinshan detested human traffickers to the bone, his teeth grinding in hatred.

He decided to pick up the skills he had once used to find lost horses and sheep, thinking that if such a thing happened again, he might be able to help.

After all, he had once helped the brigade recover many cows, horses, and sheep that had been lost or stolen.

The reason he stopped was that sheep thieves had beaten him almost to death, and he hadn’t dared to track stolen animals ever since.

Master Liu was right; what was he good for if he only followed the trail of lost cattle and sheep? It was fine when they merely wandered off, but he couldn’t deal with those stolen on purpose, unjustly earning enmity.

Now he wasn’t afraid anymore; he wasn’t even scared of Whang Xiaoman, and his grandniece seemed to be on such familiar terms with the second-in-command.

It was now a little past seven in the evening, the time right after dinner when people chatted.

Song Yunuan asked her younger uncle and uncle to wait outside.

She and her grandfather went into Director Niu’s home.

It wasn’t her first visit; Song Yunuan, being such a proper person, naturally wouldn’t overlook Director Niu.

She had brought flower head baskets and straw hats before.

Director Niu was home alone, listening to the radio.

Upon seeing them knock on the door, he was startled at first but then smiled, offering his congratulations.

This left both of them a bit stunned.

It turns out the events of today had led to Song Ting becoming a disciple of Teacher Zhu Mann, a truly unexpected joy.

Old Man Song broke into a joyful smile.

It felt almost like a dream.

Song Yunuan was happy for her younger aunt as well.

She also told Director Niu about what Sister Niu had discussed with her.

Director Niu said, "When fate arrives, nothing can stop it."

That was the truth.

Song Yunuan didn’t intend to be indirect and went straight to the point, "Director Niu, my grandfather and I have come today because we have a matter to discuss with you."

"What’s the matter?" he asked.

Looking at Old Man Song, Head of the Song Family hurriedly said, "I’m not good with words; let Little Nuan talk to you."

This was just agreed upon outside.

But what exactly was said, he wasn’t clear on.

All he needed to do was listen.

Director Niu was curious, wondering what they were talking about.

It was just about selling shepherd’s purse.

What else could it be?

And considering the shepherd’s purse had been scarce these past few days, they hadn’t come by in a while, either.

Song Yunuan said, "I have a reliable piece of information. It’s that Du Zhenhai from your guesthouse has made a mistake and someone is going to investigate him. Yet, he’s prepared to frame you for it, making you the scapegoat. Director Niu, our family hasn’t sold any less shepherd’s purse and we’ve made money. We truly owe you our thanks. If I didn’t know, that would be one thing, but now that I do know, I thought I must tell you."

Director Niu suddenly widened his eyes in shock.

Looking at Song Yunuan with incredulity, his voice slightly changed, "Where did you hear this from?"

About Du Zhenhai... he knew exactly what sort of person he was.

But why would Du frame him?

He had been diligent and honest, he hadn’t taken a thing that wasn’t his.

Song Yunuan said, "Of course, he might also try to slander you over issues of personal relationships and conduct. Director Niu, there’s a saying that goes, it’s not the ten thousand things one fears, but the ’what if.’ Caution is the parent of safety.

You need to be aware of this and from tomorrow on, be careful in everything you do. Don’t be careless. Human hearts are unpredictable. Some people, to save themselves, will stop at nothing."

Director Niu stood up and began to pace around the room.

All of a sudden, he remembered something Old Du had instructed him to do a few days earlier, and he felt a sudden pang of anxiety.

Some valuable ingredients had been delivered to the guesthouse, and he was told not to record them yet but to keep note of them for now, decide later.

Initially, he had been a bit confused, but now, combining it with this new information, he realized there was a serious problem.

His expression immediately turned grave.

The words Song Yunuan had spoken were half-guesswork, half fabrication.

But this was enough to make Director Niu vigilant.

Now that the plot had changed, she and her cousin could no longer go work at the guesthouse.

The group left Director Niu’s home.

They boarded a horse-drawn carriage and hurried towards the hospital.

Night fell, the sky filled with twinkling stars that seemed within reach.

Song Yunuan didn’t know whether that letter was the beginning or the end.

So, she had to prepare in advance.

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Meanwhile, in Beidu.

Shangguan Yunqi hung up the phone.

This was a woman of indeterminate age, tall and elegant, with seemingly no trace of time upon her.

If she stood beside Zhu Feng, one would immediately think they were from different generations, but in fact, they were the same age.

At the moment, her eyes showed unmistakable disdain and mockery.

She had learned from Du Zhenhai about the current situation of that old harpy’s family.

The daughter-in-law was disreputable and currently in the midst of a divorce, while her son was a useless creature, utterly lacking in spine.

The eldest daughter had married into Erdao River Village.

Her husband was a former brigade captain who was ousted from his post for offending Lin Zhiqing from Beidu.

The old hag had a granddaughter named Song Yunuan, who had been switched at birth.

She used to live in a provincial city’s compound and now, having returned to the countryside, she reportedly despised everything about village life and did no work, spending her days loafing around.

The whole family was useless.

Every time Shangguan Yunqi thought of that old harpy, her heart would burn with anger.

They hadn’t had dealings in decades, yet now that hag, growing old, seemed to have become more cunning with age. She really was shameless.

She even talked about finding her granddaughter a job, saying a position at the grain station would do.

Forget a job at the grain station.

She wouldn’t even get her a job cleaning toilets!