Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 191 How is my daughter so awesome!_1

Chapter 191: Chapter 191 How is my daughter so awesome!_1

Gu Huai’an was having dinner at the Song family’s home for the first time.

The Song family had moved from eating at a kang table to an 8-seater table surrounded by chairs.

Naturally, Chu Zizhou also came.

And sat together with Gu Huai’an.

Braised pork with vermicelli, sweet and sour spare ribs, fried silver carp in soy sauce, stirred leeks with eggs, and there were also dishes of dipping sauce and mixed cold dishes.

Plus, a soup with bok choy and tofu balls.

It was quite a feast.

If it had been in the past, Old Man Song and Old Mrs. Song would surely have been reserved, but now, they felt there was no need for it, as the kids all had happy, unpretentious smiles.

Besides, if there were objections, Gu Huai’an would not have been invited inside.

Old Mrs. Song truly liked Gu Huai’an.

Even the way this child ate was pleasing to watch.

Graceful and unhurried, a delight to the eye.

Actually, looking at it another way, if the two kids really did end up together, not only would Gu Huai’an be fortunate, but Little Nuan would also be blessed.

Xia Guilan had taken plenty of food to the educated youth spot in advance.

Xique had been at her place all along.

Xia Xinshan said he would stay with Zhu Feng to take care of his younger brother, so he didn’t come over.

So cooking was naturally out of the question.

Old Mrs. Song packed up their share as well.

She wasn’t foolish. Being excessively frugal at such a time would have upset Little Nuan.

Besides, that wasn’t the sort of person she was.

When Xia Guilan brought over the food and saw the younger brother was still sleeping, she became worried.

Zhu Feng said through tears, "...he probably hasn’t been able to sleep well, now that he’s finally home, without needing to be on guard, he can finally sleep at ease..."

The group silently cried together again.

Choking back tears, Zhu Feng told Xia Guilan, "Go about your business, don’t worry about anything else. Having Dongdong back is a blessing from the Buddha. I want nothing more but to live peaceably for now. We’ll talk about anything else later."

Xia Guilan’s expression was somber.

Yes, compared to Shangguan Yunqi, she and even their mother were less than pigs and dogs in Xia Bowen’s eyes.

Otherwise, why hadn’t Xia Bowen even shown his face?

Whether he didn’t dare to or he simply disdained to, Xia Guilan did not know.

Not understanding, she dared not ask. She said, "Mom, I think Dongdong is very smart. He surely has a plan."

Then, she recounted to Zhu Feng what Dongdong had said to Secretary Bai at the station.

Zhu Feng frowned, feeling unhappy at heart.

Why should that heartless creature benefit?

Wasn’t this adding luster to him?

"We don’t really understand. When Little Nuan comes, I’ll ask her and find out."

After dinner, Gu Huai’an was called over by Head of the Song Family to share his experience with feeding horses.

Gu Huai’an explained his insights on feeding and caring for horses with patience.

Having spent time in the Cavalry Camp, coupled with his intelligence, he naturally knew a lot.

Affection filled the old man’s eyes.

And he felt there was no need for subtext. His granddaughter was still young, acting like a child herself day by day.

Look at her now, chatting and laughing with Chu Zizhou, who in turn was bowing to Little Nuan.

It seemed to convey gratitude.

Chu Zizhou had not considered that entrusting his mother, sister, and Xiaomin to Song Yunuan for hospitality could provoke any trouble.

He trusted Song Yunuan implicitly.

Come on, was Song Yunuan an ordinary person?

Gu Huai’an came over, and Chu Zizhou said, "Huai’an, I’ll head back first to make some arrangements," and then he said to Song Yunuan, "Thanks for your trouble, Little Nuan."

Song Yunuan: "It’s not hard; just do as I told you."

Chu Zizhou first went to tell Old Man Song that he needed to borrow the horse-drawn carriage for a few days. Old Man Song, without waiting for details, waved his hand and said he could use it as he pleased.

So, the carriage was taken to the battalion headquarters.

Old Man Song also went along with them, accompanied by Old Man Sun, a carpenter who did good work.

After the summer solstice, the days became longer, and although dinner was finished, the sun had not fully set.

Following Song Yunuan’s instructions, they freely modified the carriage.

Folding sideboards were installed, and Song Yunuan also said, "If only you had told me sooner, we could have made a mobile canopy. It would have been no fear in wind or rain, and we could have painted flowers on the sideboards too."

Chu Zizhou was immensely grateful: "This is already very good, thank you, thank you."

Song Yunuan: "I’m going to visit my grandmother’s house."

She needed to explain the background and consequences of this matter.

As for how she found out, she would just say she dreamed it—in fact, Little Asheng had the same dream. Her uncle said that he really was whipped, and that whip did have a red bell on it.

As for going home to find mom, that was something she used to cry and talk about all the time when she was a child.

When Song Yunuan arrived, Song Liang, Xia Guilan, and the others were all there.

Xia Xindong was still asleep.

Song Yunuan also checked his breathing, which felt steady, and only when she confirmed he was just sleeping did she feel at ease.

Then, she told her family everything that she could about her recent confrontations with Shangguan Yunqi and Xia Bowen’s involvement.

Of course, she also shared how she scolded Shangguan Yunqi.

And she did so with a sense of pride.

The listeners were dumbfounded.

Song Liang’s face was filled with admiration: "How did my daughter become so capable!"

Zhu Feng, however, was worried and tears fell once more. She said guiltily, "That woman is narrow-minded and vengeful. You’ve completely offended her for the sake of your uncle and grandmother."

Song Yunuan: "Otherwise, she would have schemed against me. So, tell me, what relationship do I have with her that gives her the right to scheme against me?"

Xia Guilan ground her teeth.

She had always told herself that murder was illegal and would jeopardize her children’s future.

But she truly harbored deep hatred in her heart.

If her daughter wasn’t so smart, if she had been tricked into going to Xiangjiang to marry a madman, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself.

Fortunately, her daughter was clever and didn’t fall for it, even making Shangguan Yunqi suffer the consequences of her own actions.

It was a pity, however, that merely confessing and being removed from her job wasn’t enough.

She was already sixty, and it was about time for her to retire anyway.

Being removed from her job might just be a way to cover other people’s ears.

They were all in cahoots. Whatever they say goes; how could ordinary folks like them know the truth?

Xia Guilan thought to herself that if she had the chance, she would scratch that old hag’s face till it was marred and pull out all her hair; after all, she was a harmful spirit. At worst, she would just be reprimanded without taking a life. She could cry and plead at the time, and perhaps she would get her revenge.

Song Yunuan said, "Everyone, be patient. Let’s wait for my uncle to wake up; nothing else is important. The most important thing is my uncle’s health. Once he’s in good health, we can talk about other things."

The others looked at each other.

In the end, they weren’t as thorough in their thinking as Little Nuan.

Xia Guilan couldn’t help asking Song Yunuan why Xia Xindong chose to give the medicinal recipe through Xia Bowen, that old bastard, at the train station?

Song Yunuan replied, "That’s simple, to make life unrestful for the Old Xia family in Beidu."

Xia Xinshan asked, "How could that make them unrestful? It’s obvious that they’ve taken advantage of your uncle."

"So, wouldn’t the Xia family in Beidu wish that our branch of the family had nothing to do with them until death?"

Xia Xinshan nodded.

"With my uncle’s move, Xia Bowen and my uncle will inevitably be connected. Whether for his career or for the nation, Xia Bowen will have to hold my uncle in high regard.

Then, would Shangguan Yunqi be happy?

Would her children not be jealous?

They will surely kick up a fuss and court disaster. When that happens, Xia Bowen’s formerly charming image of a loving father and filial son and his happy, beautiful family will inevitably crumble."