Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 298 She seems like the general director

Chapter 298: Chapter 298 She seems like the general director

The four bodyguards had also risen early.

The red welts from the snake tail’s lash were still on their bodies, but they no longer hurt like the night before, so, Song Yunuan had shown restraint.

Dragging their nearly 180-pound, towering bodies around as if she were handling a willow branch, wasn’t that the epitome of innate strength?

Even if they harbored ulterior motives, without backup, they dared not act rashly.

Nor did they dare to be presumptuous, because Song Yunuan seemed not very interested in the videotape—so how did Song Yunuan intend to deal with them?

Would she report to the local leaders here?

If that was the case, what would they do?

They had no weapons on them, except for daggers, but these were utterly useless against Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan had said that as long as they behaved, she wouldn’t send them to the swamp.

A bodyguard needed to have the self-awareness of a bodyguard.

Second Young Master Zhong had awoken; they had to get a move on.

Originally, Second Young Master Zhong was under their control, enjoying no personal freedom, and had to be injected with sedatives every night to prevent any sudden outbursts that could disturb others’ rest.

At the appropriate times, they would also have to continue administering special medication to him.

But last night, they lay paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.

This morning, the bodyguards still didn’t dare to make any rash moves.

Seeing Song Yunuan emerge from the tent, although internally they cursed her a thousand times, on the surface, they didn’t dare show the slightest sign.

Kurt Gymm saw Song Yunuan and excitedly said, "We’re going to explore the forest this morning, what time do we set out?"

Song Yunuan, "There’s no rush, go count your people and report back to me, ensuring everyone is accounted for is the most important thing."

Kurt Gymm felt that this was a reasonable request.

Yao Xiaohui was simply speechless. He hadn’t mistranslated just now, had he? A headcount to report to her? And Kurt Gymm didn’t mind that at all?

Yao Xiaohui scratched his head, looking at Song Yunuan. His face had been red yesterday, but today he didn’t dare to blush.

Because it felt like she was the commander-in-chief.

The hiking went smoothly yesterday, and he had no problems with it, having been raised in a military camp with excellent physical health, but he knew some of his classmates were indeed not up to par.

If it had truly been twenty kilometers, he believed that all the students could have endured it, but the result for some would have been very embarrassing.

Others, however, had come prepared.

If any real problems had occurred, it would have become a lifelong trauma.

But this was changed by the valley’s mist. Song Yunuan’s profound knowledge was admirable. He had followed her up the mountain, and most people had come along to witness scenes they had never seen in their lives.

The sun shone brightly, and the breeze was gentle.

Everything was clear in the valley.

There were thickets, rocky beaches, a wasteland covered in wild grass, and a large number of elm trees. Birds could be seen flying back and forth.

Just when everyone was about to give in to disappointment, a magical moment occurred: white mist started to pour out bit by bit, quickly enveloping the entire valley, and when the sunlight hit it, it even seemed like colorful lights were flowing through the mist.

As a few birds burst out of the mist, the fog also quickly dissipated.

It was as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

This was an unforgettable and most beautiful memory that Song Yunuan had given them.

When setting up camp at noon, they chose a spot by the riverbank, where it was relatively open, with only a forest to the west.

They conducted a safety check of the surroundings with the logistics support team.

When it was time to pitch the tents, he took on the role of deputy commander, allocating tasks to the students—they collected branches within the designated safe area, leveled the ground for the campsite, and those who were physically weak and didn’t know how to pitch tents were no problem either. Following Song Yunuan’s arrangements, they went to the river to dig a water purification pit.

This could provide safe drinking water for the entire group for three days.

Everything was arranged methodically and in good order.

The students all performed excellently and were equally full of energy.

Yesterday was a fulfilling day, with hiking, setting up camp, digging for clean water, fishing, processing ingredients, and cooking; everyone participated hands-on.

Not a single person fell behind.

She was quite skilled at organizing and had a grasp of everyone’s strengths.

Without prior rehearsal or experience, and unlike the other team who frequently participates, our students were both capable of enduring hardships and very smart. With just a bit of guidance, they did quite well.

We even set up camp faster than the other side.

Kurt Gymm and his team were desperately trying to catch up; perhaps this is the true meaning of summer camp.

Yao Xiaohui cheerfully went to tally both teams’ members with Kurt Gymm.

By the time Secretary Fan and her team arrived, they found smoke rising from our camp and the scent of rice porridge and steamed buns in the air, along with bread, milk, and ham to accommodate the other side.

It has to be said that we indeed extended warm hospitality.

And with all team members present, everyone was busily working in an orderly manner.

Some were gathering firewood or helping to cook the porridge, and there was also a large iron pot boiling water; everyone was busy.

Now with confidence, even if it was a competition, they were not afraid.

The other side, under Kurt Gymm’s command, was also busy washing up, organizing their belongings, and making breakfast.

The campsite was a scene of thriving unity and harmony.

Secretary Fan felt so relieved.

Little Nuan was very capable!

Everyone wanted to hug and kiss her.

Ah, if only she were her daughter, how wonderful that would be.

She could wake up smiling from her dreams.

When Song Yunuan saw Secretary Fan approaching, she immediately began to report seriously, "Secretary Fan, we have completed the headcount for both camps. All members are present, in good physical and mental condition, and everyone is preparing breakfast. We’ll be ready to gather for a meeting right after eating."

Secretary Fan’s eyes crinkled into a smile.

Anyone who doesn’t like such a young lady must be blind.

But not far away stood the sponsor, Meng Fan.

He kept looking over here, and it was a bit strange.

Secretary Fan first praised Song Yunuan, then prepared to go and talk with the other party.

After all, they hadn’t really spoken since yesterday.

The man also looked quite unwell.

But Song Yunuan stopped her and whispered cautiously, "Aunt Yun, there’s something I need to tell you. After you hear it, please don’t show any signs of shock."

Secretary Fan was momentarily taken aback, then nodded after uttering an "ah".

Song Yunuan began to speak selectively.

Secretary Fan listened in stunned silence; this wasn’t a movie, was it?

Song Yunuan omitted the scene of going out to beat someone up from last night, just mentioning that Second Young Master Zhong had sought her help, and although she initially didn’t want to interfere, the matter involved her youngest uncle and the Xia and Shangguan families, so she had to help. For the next few days, Zhong Shaoqing would follow her, and after the end of the summer camp, she planned to go to Beidu to bring Zhong Shaoqing to Shangguan Wan and see if Xia Bowen could help him.

By the end, Secretary Fan was completely baffled and, striving not to appear shocked, her complexion still turned pale, "You say he’s not mentally stable, no, Little Nuan, you can’t let him near you, it’s too dangerous."

Song Yunuan replied, "As long as he stops the injections and medication, he can control himself. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing."

Secretary Fan ran her hands through her hair, frustrated that this wasn’t something that could be solved just because Song Yunuan felt she had a handle on it.

"I have to report this to the higher-ups."

Song Yunuan disagreed, "No need, we’ll go back to Beidu together. It won’t be too late to report then. At this moment, we shouldn’t act rashly. There are people from the Zhong family here, but they won’t harm us; they’re here to monitor Zhong Shaoqing. However, if we make any sudden moves, the outcome might not be so benign. Just keep it in mind."