Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 217: Could it be sleepwalking?_1

Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Could it be sleepwalking?_1

A group of people descended the stairs, and upon reaching the lobby on the first floor, Old Lew from the Nanshan County Town office in the provincial capital greeted them with a beaming smile.

After the introductions, Old Lew thought to himself, who would have imagined that Nanshan County Town could be so fortunate?

Old Qi, from across the room, witnessed the group departing and discreetly followed them.

Song Yunuan felt something was off.

So, she suddenly turned around.

Everything seemed normal, and her abrupt turn didn’t reveal anything unusual.

Song Yunuan furrowed her brows slightly, then curled the corners of her mouth.

It seemed unlikely that Shangguan Yunqi would simply give up and retire quietly from the field.

Yet one had to admit, she really had guts.

Was Shangguan Yunqi so confident that, no matter what she did, Xia Bowen couldn’t do anything to her?

Take Xia Xindong, for instance, he was a glaring example.

The state-run restaurant they had arranged was not far from the guesthouse.

Just across the street.

After entering, they went into a private room.

Deputy County Mayor Zhao had been on many business trips, and this trip felt the most burdensome yet strangely relaxed at the same time.

He glanced at Song Yunuan, thinking that this girl must have luck on her side; with her around, the school matter would surely succeed.

The cuisine at the state-run restaurant was homogeneous, but the taste varied from person to person.

Everyone enjoyed the dinner immensely.

Although the office had made the arrangements, Old Lew paid out of his own pocket. The expense was painful, but the thought that if the school succeeded, Nanshan County Town would gain renown provided consolation.

Perhaps even large factories from the provincial city would send people to study there.

Little Asheng ate until his belly was round and full, mainly because the adults all delighted in feeding him, taking more pleasure in his enjoyment than if they had been eating themselves.

Song Liang’s reticence dissipated.

Often, the feeling of constraint is deliberately imposed by the other party, but when everyone truly lets down their guard, even the most reserved person can become comfortable.

Song Liang also made a firm decision in his heart.

He must work hard and make a name for himself, and even if he couldn’t help his daughter, he mustn’t hold her back.

What a great opportunity heaven had given him, to be able to drink with someone like Deputy County Mayor Zhao.

He resolved to cherish such opportunities.

After a satisfying meal, Song Yunuan took her brother for a walk in the yard for half an hour before taking him to Song Liang’s room.

She said to him, "Tonight you sleep with Dad."

Then she pinched her brother’s cheeks and winked at him.

Without making any clear statement.

Regardless of whether the little guy understood or not.

The little guy nodded and truly followed Song Liang to the next room.

He wanted to talk to his sister about the Jade Ruyi, but there was never a right moment, so he thought to wait until tomorrow.

No matter what, the Jade Ruyi was back home.

It said it needed a good rest.

Probably just like his little uncle.

At this moment, the lights in Song Yunuan’s room were already off.

She stared at the guesthouse opposite her for a long time, but in truth, she couldn’t make out anything.

Regardless of whether anyone was watching her or not, Song Yunuan decided to go out fishing.

After all, she was free anyways.

To be noticeable, and to let others see her, Song Yunuan even specifically changed into a white outfit with white shoes.

Her hair was tied up, giving her a spirited and brisk appearance.

But this all-white attire was somewhat unnerving.

When all was silent and the surrounding lights were turned off, Song Yunuan left the house.

She moved quickly, nearly in the blink of an eye she was downstairs, and then swiftly reached the entrance.

Reaching out, she gently pushed open the closed front door of the guesthouse.

The night shift receptionist was dozing off on the service desk.

When she lifted her head, her sleepy eyes scanned the empty lobby, then she glanced at the entrance.

Muttering something to herself, she laid her head down again and continued to sleep.

By now, Song Yunuan was already standing in the courtyard.

Dressed in white, she was a haunting and eye-catching sight in the dark night.

Song Yunuan went over to the wall, where she knew there was a discarded fire poker.

There was no gatekeeper at the entrance, as this was not a special department, after all.

Picking up the stick, Song Yunuan walked onto the street.

The stick dragged slowly on the ground; although it was just a wooden stick, it made a grating sound that could set teeth on edge.

With her black hair and white clothes, Song Yunuan walked leisurely through the midnight streets, a beaming smile on her face.

At this moment, the streets were deserted, especially this area, where not a single pedestrian could be seen.

There had been talk of recent security problems, possibly involving some gang, so unless necessary, even young men didn’t dare wander alone at night.

Song Yunuan checked the time: 00:16. Sigh, why hadn’t she seen anyone yet?

It didn’t matter if they were hooligans or someone following her; they were really not doing their job. They should be on duty 24/7.

Song Yunuan kept walking, dragging the stick behind her. Anyone unaware might have thought she was the Ghost of Impermanence itself.

In fact, as soon as Song Yunuan turned off the lights, Old Qi and Old Dou quickly descended the stairs.

To avoid being conspicuous, they wore black clothes and masks, leaving only their eyes visible.

Standing by the street, they blended easily into the night.

Especially since there was no moon tonight.

Some streetlights were even off.

Even if you paid attention, you wouldn’t be able to spot Old Qi and Old Dou.

In their hands were ropes, sacks, and specially made knockout drugs from Xiangjiang.

They focused their gaze on the opposite side, and with a few swift movements, they arrived at an abandoned sentry post they had scouted earlier in the day.

The two men squatted inside, waiting for the night-shift lobby attendants and the other guests to sleep.

That way, they could make their move.

So they waited and waited until everything quieted down. Just as they were about to go out, they saw Song Yunuan, in her white clothes, come out.

Her little face was so white it seemed to glow.

In a stunned moment, they saw Song Yunuan pick up the stick and head out.

Old Qi and Old Dou exchanged glances.

For a moment, their minds were in chaos.

After a look of mutual understanding, they immediately followed her out.

What a joke, their target had left the guesthouse, why would they still be squatting there?

So, using the skills they had learned, they stealthily followed behind Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan now possessed superhuman speed and strength; although her hearing and vision had not yet reached an extraordinary level, they were already much better than an ordinary person’s.

At this moment, Song Yunuan felt there must be someone behind her.

So, she crossed the street and started walking back.

That meant she was about to come face to face with Old Qi and Old Dou.

Old Qi and Old Dou pressed tightly against the wall, like hot peppers on a tree in autumn.

Even upon a careful look, it seemed as though they weren’t there.

When Song Yunuan passed them, both men instinctively held their breath.

Only after she had gone a distance away did they quietly exhale.

Squatting down, they watched Song Yunuan, with her stick dangling loosely in her hand, looking like a wandering ghost.

The sight was unnerving no matter how you looked at it.

Old Qi: "What the hell is going on?"

Old Dou: "How would I know?" He looked at Old Qi. "Could she be sleepwalking?"

Old Qi: "If she were sleepwalking, we could just nab her, stuff her in the bag, and this would be over."

Old Dou looked at Old Qi: ...

If you say so, why are you still squatting here, frozen in place?