Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 295 Are you making this up?

Chapter 295: Chapter 295 Are you making this up?

Song Yunuan didn’t directly change the other party’s arrangements.

Instead, she started to discuss the first campsite with Kurt Gymm.

The place was called Liangfeng Hill, which featured a landscape that, given fine weather during this season, around ten o’clock in the morning, if you climb up the slope and are lucky, you could see a dense fog enveloping the entire valley, which would usually disperse after about ten minutes. The reason for this phenomenon remained an unsolved mystery.

Kurt Gymm’s father was an adventurer, and since childhood, Kurt had loved hearing about such things. He was filled with curiosity about this land, and the summer friendship camp was sponsored by his family.

Meijuan was truly impressed.

Seeing Kurt rush to find the team leader to amend the schedule, shortening the hike by half so that the remaining distance could be covered by coach, brought a smile to her face.

He also assured Song Yunuan that he would work hard to learn the language of the Dragon Kingdom, striving for unhindered communication with her.

Huang Ziqi quietly asked Song Yunuan, "You didn’t just make that up, did you?"

Song Yunuan gave her a glance, "Don’t you check the local gazetteers and relevant materials before coming here? It’s clearly written there and has been for many years, but mind you, you need to be lucky to witness it. Who wouldn’t want to try their luck, especially the young..."

Huang Ziqi and Meijuan: ...

Both of them gave Song Yunuan a thumbs-up.

It was important to note that the others were all hiking on foot.

Our students weren’t prepared for this, and they were all pampered; if we asked them to walk twenty kilometers, most would be exhausted and unable to get up off the ground.

Meijuan then asked, "What will you do if the foggy landscape doesn’t appear?"

Huang Ziqi shot her a look, "Aren’t you just nitpicking?"

Song Yunuan said, "That’s what happens when you don’t read the gazetteers. There’s a horse farm, Swan Lake, and a ten-mile expanse of reeds here, any of which are suitable. Since that Kurt said he likes adventures and comes from an adventuring family, if we go off the beaten path, we have a swamp as well."

The two of them suddenly understood.

After breakfast, when it was time to gather, Meijuan suddenly remembered, when had Kurt mentioned he was from an adventuring family?

Song Yunuan had guessed it from the metal chain hanging on his backpack.

People from Kurt’s family all had oddly shaped metal chains.

It was said to be a trophy from their ancestors.

When they arrived outside the city, Song Yunuan led the students to start hiking voluntarily.

Because they were prepared and competitive, they felt ashamed to think of riding the coach, but Song Yunuan, after taking a head count, let a few physically weaker students get on the bus without needing explanations or excuses; it was enough to command everyone’s attention.

This gesture filled those students with a sense of warmth.

Meanwhile, although Zhong Shaoqing had a clear understanding in his heart, his surroundings brought him despair.

After half an hour’s walk, it was desolate and uninhabited.

The four bodyguards were watching closely.

The original plan was to go to Beidu, the imperial capital; as long as he explained his situation, even if they did not seek justice for him, given their character, they would not send him back to Xiangjiang.

Whether it was to investigate or verify, they would grant him some breathing space.

What did it matter if he was on his own? He wasn’t afraid; it was just that he couldn’t bear to see his mother’s belongings fall into the hands of beasts.

He wanted to die because that would ensure they got nothing from him.

But he had to live; his mother’s death was unresolved and mysterious, and even after death, she was manipulated to prevent her from being reincarnated. This also involved his grandparents, who were victims, and all of it related to that beast.

He had to seek revenge for them.

Their car was slowly driving ahead, followed by the main troop of the summer camp.

The girl named Song Yunuan seemed to be in good physical condition.

She walked effortlessly at the front and eventually pulled ahead of the others, then, feeling apologetic, would wait for them to catch up before repeating the process, just like walking a dog.

It turned out she was Xia Bowen’s granddaughter and had an uncle named Xia Xindong.

Xia Xindong—he knew who he was.

But she had never seen it before.

She couldn’t get involved.

Zhong Shaoqing asked the car to stop, and he and four bodyguards waited by the roadside. Zhong Shaoqing seemed to have gotten himself confused. He squatted on the ground, playing with mud and even forming mud balls. When he saw Song Yunuan coming, he tried to pounce in her direction.

The bodyguards quickly pulled him back.

Luckily, the pursuers behind hadn’t caught up yet, and Zhong Shaoqing only leaned forward before he was promptly pulled back.

Song Yunuan, who was happily walking the little kids, had been watching them and immediately noticed what happened.

The bodyguards, worried about blowing their cover and getting caught, quickly pulled Zhong Shaoqing into the car and drove away. When Song Yunuan reached the spot where Zhong Shaoqing had been playing with mud, she found an irregular mud ball.

Song Yunuan used a stick to pry a note from inside it.

It was scrawled messily: "Someone is looking for you in the name of Xia Xindong’s videotape. Don’t go at all costs."

The writing was truly ugly.

Not even as good as Little Asheng’s.

Song Yunuan immediately understood that among the bodyguards there were people from the Shangguan family, using the videotape as an excuse to lure her into a trap.

Then, who was this Meng Fan?

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head.

Could it be that madman, Second Young Master Zhong?

Song Yunuan wrapped the note carefully in paper, waiting with a beaming smile for those chasing her.

Kurt Gymm was truly impressed.

No wonder she was made the team leader, she really was formidable.

He simply couldn’t catch up.

He couldn’t even outrun her in a foot race.

Watching her stroll as if in an unhurried garden, Kurt wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked Song Yunuan in his stiff Dragon Kingdom language, "Is it tight?"

Song Yunuan responded with ease, hopping on the spot, "It’s all good, all good!"

Secretary Fan was very satisfied as everyone’s attention was on the leading Song Yunuan and Kurt, and even those lagging behind could slowly catch up, because Song Yunuan would stop Kurt to talk.

This young lady was not only smart but also physically fit.

Her appearance was top-notch as well.

Just her composed demeanor was something grown-ups couldn’t compare to.

Alas, her son was only fourteen this year, a bit young, but women are like gold at the age of three-plus-ten.

Then she quickly shook her head, ridding herself of such whimsical thoughts.

Such an outstanding girl, her unworthy son wasn’t a match for her.

The rest of the trip went smoothly, and as they trekked down, there was no sense of competition; the atmosphere was friendlier than anticipated.

Maybe Kurt was just lucky, but he did witness the spectacle of the dense fog suddenly enveloping the whole valley.

Following Secretary Fan who climbed up breathlessly, she heard Song Yunuan talking about the local cultural and geographical features along the way.

Song Yunuan spoke eloquently, leaving Secretary Fan amazed as if she were dealing with a learned professor.

Kurt was so anxious he scratched his head, and even with a translator, he couldn’t keep up with Song Yunuan’s rapid speech.

One must definitely learn Dragon Kingdom’s language well. Absolutely must become proficient.

As night fell, Song Yunuan found herself alone. Then, a bodyguard came over and whispered to her, "Song Yunuan, I’m someone sent by Chairman Shangguan. It’s no use calling the police because I have a videotape of your Uncle Xia Xindong going mad. If you want the videotape back, come to the west side of the forest at ten o’clock tonight. If you don’t show up, in three days we will play the tape for all the students at the guesthouse, and I believe they will ’enjoy’ it."

Having said that, he casually put his hands in his pockets and swaggered away.