Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 227 Feeling Guilty as a Thief_1

Chapter 227: Chapter 227 Feeling Guilty as a Thief_1

Meanwhile, Xia Zhi and Xia Liying quietly went to see Xia Guilan.

Under normal circumstances, Xia Guilan should be their eldest sister.

But now, Xia Guilan must be regarding them as enemies.

Seated on the stools, Xia Liying and Xia Zhi didn’t dare to say who they were, not even their real names could they reveal.

Naturally, Xia Guilan also had no idea who these people were, Song Yunuan had not told her yet.

After all, it was an unnecessary worry.

But with guilty consciences, they didn’t dare sit for long and soon got up to take their leave.

Qin Wang greeted Chu Zizhou with humble manners, causing Tang Shougui to become suspicious.

Before he could ask further, a jeep that had arrived at the entrance of the village suddenly began to slow down.

Xia Zhi felt his palms were all sweaty.

He saw a man standing by the roadside, wearing a white shirt and black pants, and in a mere moment of distraction, he almost thought he saw his own father.

The difference was, the man looked very young.

Instead of speeding past, he inexplicably slowed down the car, but he didn’t dare to stop, just drove on by.

Suddenly, it dawned on him, Xia Xindong had returned.

Right there in Erdao River Village.

Nothing much else was clear.

No one had bothered to explain the specifics to him, and at that time, he couldn’t care less to listen. Weren’t they all insignificant people with no real power, still at the mercy of being manipulated?

It was only their mother who had grown older and perhaps more tender-hearted, hence she couldn’t outwit a young girl.

And his eldest uncle was also useless. Why not stubbornly deny it all, and that would be the end of it?

Instead, they had to bring the person back.

Ever since Xia Xindong returned, their family had been thrown into chaos and had lost their peace.

But at this moment, Xia Zhi felt as if a dark, piercing gaze was following them.

How should he put it?

Xia Xindong was different from what he had imagined.

Xia Zhi’s heart thudded wildly.

In the car, Tang Shougui chatted with Qin Wang, a bit of mockery in his tone: "Who’s that, huh? You were so eager to please, that’s certainly not the style of you, the great artist."

Qin Wang appeared unconcerned, simply smiling. "That’s Chu Zizhou from the Chu family!"

Tang Shougui was struck with shock.

Xia Zhi suddenly stopped the car.

He looked incredulously at Qin Wang sitting behind him.

A cold sweat broke out on his back.

Unable to define the feeling in his heart, Xia Zhi said to Qin Wang, "You drive first, I can’t seem to concentrate."

With no time to keep talking to Tang Shougui, Qin Wang quickly took the driver’s seat.

But the moment he had turned around to look at the man who looked to be around thirty, he didn’t seem like a villager at all.

However, it was apparent that he had come out of Erdao River Village.

This Erdao River Village was a bit unusual.

Afterward, Qin Wang began to drive seriously, not letting his mind wander, only hoping to return home safely.

Xia Xindong, with a calm gaze, watched the car steadily disappearing into the distance, having seen it stop midway to switch drivers before continuing on.

This time, it quickly vanished from sight.

Xia Xindong strolled leisurely back.

Appreciating the pastoral scenery that seemed only to exist in dreams, thinking of his mother, his eldest sister, and older brother in the nearby village, his cold heart was surrounded by a warm current.

And Song Yunuan.

The little girl, Little Nuan, who had been brought up by the wrong family and just recently returned to her own.

The Little Nuan who rescued him from hell.

These five people, they must be connected to Little Nuan.

Not adding trouble is a form of help.

That was the only thing he needed to do right now.

Chu Zizhou got his things together and resigned himself to running errands for Song Yunuan.

Driving the jeep towards the county, he thought he saw Xia Xindong walking along the roadside but soon noticed him descending from the road into the woods nearby.

As far as Chu Zizhou was concerned, he knew all he needed to know.

He wouldn’t ask about what he shouldn’t know.

After all, Little Nuan would tell him everything in the end.

When passing the woods, he saw Xia Xindong leisurely strolling along the shaded path.

He didn’t disturb him, pretended he saw nothing, and continued driving to the city. Upon arriving at Old Mr. Ji’s home, he explained his purpose. Xiao Dizi was delighted, nodding his head with a flattered and surprised look, never expecting a day when Little Nuan would ask him for help.

Chu Zizhou had never seen someone so happy to help.

Old Master Ji was planning to return to Beidu in the next few days and inquired about Xia Xindong. Chu Zizhou replied, "I just saw him taking a walk, but I didn’t greet him."

Old Mr. Ji said, "Don’t disturb him for now. Let him recover on his own."

Chu Zizhou was to go to the train station with Xiao Dizi. Before leaving, he noticed Old Mr. Ji wasn’t in a good mood, but he didn’t dare to ask in person. In the car, he asked Xiao Dizi.

Xiao Dizi sighed, "Ugh, it’s such a headache. Wei Qingmei, who married the old man from the Qian family, is also on the list of people traveling with him."

Wei Qingmei was Old Mr. Ji’s fourth apprentice, and although she was already an adult when she entered the apprenticeship, her talent was exceptional, and she learned quickly through hard work. However, she developed inappropriate feelings for her master and even told him that his wife’s health was innately deficient and that no amount of treatment would help, that she was suffering needlessly from all the medication, and that she would take good care of her master after his wife passed away.

This caused quite a few incidents that outsiders didn’t know about.

Her master felt disgust and anger toward her.

But he still thought it a pity to discard her talent, believing it was rare and that she could make significant contributions to the medical field if taught well.

In the end, the master loved talent.

Unfortunately, Wei Qingmei misunderstood this point, thinking the master had special feelings for her alone.

Xiao Dizi mused, "The master should have been cruel and sent her away. If you ask me, Xinyi’s disappearance might even be related to her."

What a pity that Xinyi forgot about Wei Qingmei.

Xiao Dizi’s face didn’t look good, so Chu Zizhou didn’t continue asking.

After all, every family has their own difficult scripture to recite.

The Chu family was no exception.

Why Aunt Zhu Mann and his own mother became enemies was surely due to his father.

Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen Song Ting for quite some time.

He should go and see her.

He could just pretend to ask if she wanted anything sent back to the village, yes, that excuse would work.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the school, Song Mingbo and Ji Hao were stepping out together.

With just one week left until vacation, he was eager to return home.

If he didn’t go back soon, his family might forget about him.

He felt even less visible than Little Asheng.

He and Ji Hao planned to buy ink for their fountain pens and had even agreed to share a bottle between them, deciding to buy the best Dragon brand this time.

Previously, Song Mingbo and Ji Hao’s family circumstances were comparable; staple food paired with pickled vegetables was their preferred meal.

For them, eating well wasn’t easy, especially as they were both growing young men, but maintaining basic energy and spending the little money they had on books and notebooks was their most basic lifestyle.

They couldn’t afford the best ink.

The small shop sold fountain pen ink tablets—one tablet for five cents, just let it dissolve in warm water, and you’d have a bottle of the cheapest ink available.

The color might be off, but it worked.

If you added too much water, the ink would be light, but the writing flowed just fine.

Many students in the class used this, but there were also those from better-off families who mocked their peers for making their own ink.

Now that both of them had improved their financial situations, they still didn’t want to waste money, so they decided to buy a single bottle and split it into two, which would be just enough for the exams.

But they hadn’t walked far from the school gates.

When some people surrounded them.

And then Ye Laosi excitedly grabbed Song Mingbo’s hand, "Ah, I finally found you."

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