Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 245: Fearing He’s On The Verge of Losing His Family and His Life_1

Chapter 245: Chapter 245: Fearing He’s On The Verge of Losing His Family and His Life_1

The children were said to be coming by jeep, and they would arrive tonight after seven.

Old Mr. Hu had never felt such inexplicable terror and panic in his lifetime.

At the same time, indescribable pain and despair enveloped him completely.

For a moment, he felt as if this incident had really occurred.

Back then, he had nothing to live for.

He had died by suicide.

He couldn’t sleep.

Night after night, he was sleepless.

He swallowed a whole bottle of sleeping pills.

Really?

Was it like that?

Old Mr. Hu felt somewhat dazed.

Song Yunuan had no choice but to tug on his arm, "Grandpa Hu, can you hear me talking?"

Grandpa Hu coughed violently, perhaps feeling unwell?

Song Yunuan’s voice wasn’t as soft and gentle as usual.

It had an urgency to it.

Old Mr. Hu nodded with difficulty, "I can hear you talking."

Song Yunuan dared not delay.

Her mind spun quickly like a top, and within a few moments, she said, "Grandpa Hu, the school holidays are coming soon. You could call your grandchildren and have them come to the city to play, then you could take them to Erdao River Village. My home has lots of pretty dresses and hair accessories, and you can let your granddaughter choose any she likes."

Old Mr. Hu didn’t know why he was able to hear Little Nuan’s heart, but he kept warning himself in his mind to stay calm, calm, and even calmer.

Meanwhile, Asheng seemed to understand a bit.

The little guy’s eyes darted about, shiny and swift.

He wasn’t too worried, because his sister was amazing, and with her around, there wouldn’t be a problem.

At that moment, the little guy thought of his big brother.

Confusion flashed in his eyes.

There were things he didn’t quite understand, yet he seemed to grasp some part of them.

After all, Grandpa Hu truly treated his sister as his own granddaughter.

That’s why he could hear his sister’s heart.

But if nothing was wrong at Grandpa Hu’s house, he naturally wouldn’t be able to hear anything at all.

Now, having calmed down, Old Mr. Hu tried hard to act normal, so as not to frighten Little Nuan.

Because she herself wasn’t aware of it.

Yet, he couldn’t utter a single word about this.

He had just realized it.

Old Mr. Hu spoke rapidly, "Little Nuan, speaking of which, it’s quite a coincidence. Before you arrived, I just so happened to get a call from my son, saying that Zhaozhao and Little Zhe would arrive after seven tonight. They’re coming by jeep..."

Old Mr. Hu was bursting with urgency.

But Song Yunuan was even more anxious than he was.

Song Yunuan interrupted Old Mr. Hu, saying directly, "Grandpa Hu, is it today? Then that’s rather unfortunate. Before I came here, I heard a guest at the hostel say that Qingshui County City had a major flood this year, and a place called Pagoda Tree Village was reportedly hit very hard.

That is the necessary route to drive to the city from here.

There might even be mudslides that could block them on the road with no villages in front or shops behind, what then?

Grandpa Hu, you must call them right away and tell them to change their route or choose the nearest railway station to take the train to our city."

By this time, Old Mr. Hu had completely calmed down.

Although his hands still trembled with fright.

Still, he nodded and said, "I see, it’s a good thing you knew about this news; I’ll go make the call right away."

Song Yunuan’s gaze flickered.

Grandpa Hu actually believed what she said, saving her the need to explain.

Standing in front of the phone, though calmer, Old Mr. Hu suddenly realized a problem, who should he call?

Song Yunuan also realized this issue.

Maps of Dragon Kingdom, the world, and the province adorned the walls of Old Mr. Hu’s home.

Thereupon, Song Yunuan called to Old Mr. Hu, "Grandpa Hu, come here; let’s define the area and figure out where Zhaozhao and the others are right now, then call the closest station."

Song Yunuan believed that as long as the range was determined, the call could be made successfully.

After all, Old Master Hu’s connections were not ordinarily extensive.

But man’s planning couldn’t compete with that of heaven, and heaven’s plans are outmatched by the despicable human heart.

The villagers of Pagoda Tree Village were extremely cunning.

They were quite experienced, having committed countless misdeeds, and naturally, their ability to counter investigation was also quite strong.

Plus, over thirty years had passed, and many people didn’t know that Pagoda Tree Village used to be a bandit’s den.

Logically, as the head director of the special combat unit, Hu Jinyu would not have been taken down so easily.

But the villagers used women and children as bait.

At the turn on the hillside, a woman in a pitiable state lay injured all over, barely breathing and pleading for help on the road.

A child was crying his heart out.

The villagers were lying in ambush in a ditch.

But there were actually many aspects that didn’t add up here.

It’s just that there was no time to dwell on the details.

Stationed before the map, Song Yunuan was pointing and analyzing the situation.

Old Mr. Hu, standing beside him, was no longer shocked, because before the discovery of Emperor Kang’s Tomb, he and Old Lin had noticed the child’s talent.

Old Mr. Hu wanted to cry.

He couldn’t quite describe what he was feeling.

But he was extremely clear-headed.

Because this was about the lives of five people.

His eldest son’s family of four and their young driver.

If they were traveling like this, his eldest son would definitely be in plain clothes, and the car couldn’t possibly belong to the special combat unit.

It was probably borrowed from some local factory.

They would all naturally appear as ordinary people.

And at that moment, Song Yunuan’s little hand was already approaching the area near Pagoda Tree Village.

Song Yunuan’s voice, crisp and clear, informed Old Mr. Hu, "Grandpa Hu, look, the place where the flood occurred is five kilometers from Qingshui County City.

Song Yunuan lifted her wrist to check her watch, 9:20 AM.

"According to this time, in two more hours, the car dropping off Zhaozhao and the others should reach Qingshui County City.

Do you have any acquaintances in Qingshui County City?

Call them immediately to intercept them outside the city, don’t let them continue driving forward."

Old Mr. Hu took a deep breath and tremulously reached for the phone book.

He had arranged everything within ten minutes.

Found three people to go with him to intercept the car.

But Old Mr. Hu still wanted to be sure, so he said to Song Yunuan, "I’ll ask Jinyu where the car could be at this time."

Old Mr. Hu, suppressing his astonishment, called his son’s workplace.

The secretary answered, happily informing him that the director had taken leave to take his wife and child for a visit.

They were planning a surprise for him and his spouse.

Old Mr. Hu’s heart sank to the lowest depths.

This confirmed that Little Nuan’s prophecy was real!

Song Yunuan urged Old Master Hu, "Grandpa Hu, for safety, you should arrange for a car to pick them up now. This route is fixed; I’ll draw you a map. Follow this route. In case you can’t intercept Uncle and the others in Qingshui County City, the people set to rendezvous will also reach near Pagoda Tree Village before one o’clock in the afternoon.

Grandpa Hu, you can bring more people, preferably in a truck, in case there’s a landslide. Right, you can also bring some tools like shovels to help clear the blocked road..."

Pausing, she emphasized to Old Mr. Hu again, "The news about the heavy downpour is one hundred percent accurate."

Old Master Hu nodded hastily.

Then he began to make calls one by one.

In a few minutes, Old Mr. Hu had arranged everything.

This time, let that wicked Pagoda Tree Village never do evil again.

Old Mr. Hu composed himself.

Making sure everything appeared natural.

He thought, Little Nuan truly was a little blessing.

If he hadn’t had Little Nuan bring her brother to eat today, he might have faced the ruin of his family.

No, at this moment, Old Mr. Hu felt that Little Nuan was not just a little blessing, but a little fairy!