Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 263: Can’t Stay Serious for More Than Three Seconds_1

Chapter 263: Chapter 263: Can’t Stay Serious for More Than Three Seconds_1

Xia Xindong urged Song Yunuan to go back early to rest, and he had reached the limit of his endurance.

That damn thing wanted to come out, it wanted to see what exactly was going on with Little Nuan.

Their interaction had been so crazy and intense for the first time, and he had discovered that his self-control seemed to have improved over these past few days.

But he had reached his limit.

If he didn’t go back, retreat into the darkness, he’d turn into a clown.

After all, Little Nuan’s predictions hadn’t included any information about him going mad.

So there was only one possibility, he had devoured them, because the desire for revenge made him the most suitable candidate.

Xia Xindong still maintained his usual pace, even as he left the lit area outside the commune’s entrance, he didn’t want to give away any hint of disturbance.

Song Yunuan furrowed her brows slightly, feeling that her uncle seemed off. She had also mentioned her uncle’s psychological issues to Grandpa Song, but Grandpa Song had told her not to ask, to not deliberately observe; her uncle was too sensitive, better to just let it be for now.

Song Yunuan turned to Gu Huai’an and asked, "Brother Huai’an, did they give you time off this time?"

Gu Huai’an nodded.

He didn’t say how many days off he had, but he said to Song Yunuan, "Old Mr. Hu and Old Mr. Lin also arrived, they came to Nanshan County Town with me. We met in the provincial city; they’re staying at the Nanshan County Town’s guesthouse."

Song Yunuan wasn’t surprised; this was all agreed upon in advance. Chu Zizhou, who was next to her, asked, "I heard many people are coming, I’ll go too tomorrow."

He then emphasized, "I’m the brigade leader of Erdao River Village, and your uncle is a villager here, so I must be present."

Song Yunuan glanced at Gu Huai’an, there was no need to guess that he too had come to support her; but this wasn’t very good, was it?

Song Yunuan said, "It’s alright for you two, but you both have family clans behind you. Your presence might give people an unnecessary impression. Really, there’s no need; not to brag, but one person standing by my uncle’s side is enough, and that’s me."

Chu Zizhou laughed heartily, "Are you saying you can hold your own against thousands of troops?"

Song Yunuan, not at all modest, replied, "Absolutely."

But she was still very happy about everyone coming to support her, and besides, clearly, no one was going to support Shangguan Yunqi.

Everyone knew Shangguan Yunqi’s end would not be a good one.

At the very least, she would be disgraced.

Chu Zizhou said, "Better safe than sorry." Then he lowered his voice and added, "This time, I don’t mind you guys knowing. The higher-ups have arranged protection."

Song Yunuan was taken aback for a moment, "What about their meals and lodging?"

That’s an... interesting question.

Gu Huai’an, "There are ways to handle that."

Then he told Chu Zizhou, "Go and sort out my luggage; I’ll walk Little Nuan back home."

Chu Zizhou: ...

Really had to hand it to you guys.

He turned and walked away as if anyone would actually want to stay here.

Gu Huai’an and Song Yunuan walked leisurely.

True enough, as long as they didn’t talk, Song Yunuan’s inner thoughts would surface.

[The young man has lost a lot of weight, but somehow he looks even more handsome.]

[The young man’s eyes are really beautiful, truly like shining stars.]

[Does everyone know about the young man’s feelings for me by now?]

[All I did was take one more glance at you in the crowd, and you could never go back to how things were.]

[Haha, young man, do you know I’m kind of a flirt?]

[But how should I hint to the young man that there will be a problem with his collaboration with someone else?]

Though it didn’t trigger any specific events, Song Yunuan remembered several news stories that were similar.

However, from when she got to know him to now, it was strange; there was very little information about Gu Huai’an.

That meant, in her past life or in the world of the book, Gu Huai’an was a hidden elite, the kind who rarely made public appearances; but now, the villagers of Erdao River Village saw him all the time.

He was like a thousand-year-old lingzhi mushroom on the top of a high mountain, but now he was like a head of cabbage on the black soil.

As Song Yunuan thought of this, she chuckled to herself.

Gu Huai’an paused in his steps.

By this time, they had reached the gate of the Song family’s house, where the lights were all on, making the entrance look very bright.

Song Yunuan spoke directly, "Brother Huai’an, can I share my thoughts on your cooperation with the foreign entities?"

Gu Huai’an’s eyes softened, and he nodded, "You can."

Song Yunuan said, "You know that the imperialists have an unceasing desire to annihilate us, right?"

Gu Huai’an nodded again, his lips curving slightly upwards, "I know."

Song Yunuan, with a tense little face, said, "As the old saying goes, one should not harbor ill intentions but must guard against those of others. They always prioritize their interests, and they carry arrogance in their bones. Even in cooperation, they prefer to find terms most favorable to themselves. They won’t give you core technology, but they want all of yours. Our technology is taken by them openly, but they hold theirs tightly. If there’s cooperation, it should look like cooperation. But even if an agreement is signed, they might still renege. The spirit of the contract only applies to the big and powerful nations."

Since Gu Huai’an had gotten to know Song Yunuan, she had always been wild and unrestrained, with a chaotic inner world; this was actually the first time he saw such a serious and earnest Song Yunuan.

Then he heard Song Yunuan continue, "Brother Huai’an, a weak country has no diplomacy; don’t expect everyone to be good and honest."

People who would turn their backs and deny acquaintance were all too common.

Gu Huai’an was just about to offer his sincere thanks.

[Little brother, you’re so good-looking, the kind that appeals to both East and West. What if a foreign woman takes a fancy to you and uses core technology to snare you? You must not give in, okay? Good things come to those who wait, you know?]

Song Yunuan looked at Gu Huai’an with sincere eyes, about to say something earnestly, when Gu Huai’an, unable to help but laugh, stopped Song Yunuan’s wild imagination.

Indeed, she couldn’t stay serious for more than three seconds.

"Let’s go inside. Have a good rest, good night!"

Having said that, Gu Huai’an was the first to leave.

Song Yunuan could only pout and enter the yard.

Xia Guilan, seeing her daughter return, finally breathed a sigh of relief. She exchanged a glance with her mother-in-law and then pretended to shift her gaze away nonchalantly.

Sigh, they could only pretend not to know.

Otherwise, what could they do?

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The next day was bright and sunny with a clear blue sky, as if even the heavens wanted to express something.

Gu Huai’an was also ready, driving to pick up Song Yunuan.

Both cars were filled to capacity.

Xia Guilan knew they were coming to bolster them.

Turning to look at the Song Yunuan sitting beside her, a sense of pride rose in her heart.

This was her daughter, her own flesh and blood.

Now, the relationship between mother and daughter was growing better and better.

Glancing again at Gu Huai’an, who was driving, Xia Guilan knew in her heart that he was a big shot she could never reach in her life.

Even seeing him was just a glance on the news.

But now, he was interacting with her family as if he was one of her own nephews or nieces.

Before Little Nuan came back, she could never have dreamed of such a scenario.

While indulging in these pleasant thoughts, suddenly, a wildly speeding horse-drawn carriage appeared not far away.

Gu Huai’an’s expression turned sharp as he immediately parked the car, scooped up Asheng, and called back, "Get out of the car quickly."

Their car was leading the way.

Following them was the car driven by Chu Zizhou.

At this moment, a crazily running carriage, looking as if it was about to fall apart, was heading straight towards their car.

Song Yunuan and Xia Guilan were sitting in the back, while Asheng had insisted on sitting at the front.

Song Liang, Xia Xindong, and Xia Xinshan were in the jeep driven by Chu Zizhou.

Song Yunuan reacted with lightning speed, pulling the still confused Xia Guilan out of the car to roll onto the roadside, just in time to stand at the side of the road.

By then, the horse-drawn carriage had reached them, and it was directly crashing towards Chu Zizhou’s car...