Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 308: Don’t Scare Him

Chapter 308: Chapter 308: Don’t Scare Him

The living room wasn’t crowded, with the elder who had been discussing matters with Gu Huai’an, as well as Qin Suyun and the Gu family’s second son, Gu Jin, sitting to one side, meanwhile the younger ones had all returned to their rooms.

Some had gone out to play and hadn’t come back yet.

Secretary Fan wanted to have a private chat with Qin Suyun.

Old Master Gu raised an eyebrow and said, "Is it because I’m in the way here? If so, I’ll leave."

But although he said this, he didn’t move an inch.

When Gu Huai’an learned that Song Yunuan had arrived in Beidu today, a trace of delight flashed through his eyes, but it was gone in an instant.

He checked the time, and it wasn’t too late, but he didn’t want to disturb her.

It was better to wait until tomorrow.

Gu Huai’an stood up, "Then I’ll go back to my room now."

After speaking, he truly left, and Old Master Gu watched his retreating back with sharp eyes.

Seeing that Gu Huai’an had indeed gone to his own room, he pursed his lips but still didn’t move.

Secretary Fan said helplessly, "Old Master, my visit today is just a casual one, not much related to work. I’d like to chat with Suyun."

Old Master Gu asked, "Is it because that Song Yunuan has done something shameful, and you’re too embarrassed for me to know?"

Secretary Fan was actually quite scared of Old Mr. Gu, but she immediately responded, "You can’t say such things. You have no idea how excellent a student Song Yunuan is."

Old Mr. Gu was quite surprised.

But Qin Suyun wasn’t too surprised to hear Secretary Fan speaking up for Song Yunuan.

And with Song Yunuan coming to Beidu, her son evidently didn’t know, which seemed to indicate she wasn’t intentionally trying to get close to Huai’an.

Of course, there were also reasons related to difficulty in contacting her.

Qin Suyun said with a smile, "Dad, you should rest. I’ll have a talk with Little Fan."

Old Master Gu actually stood up and left leisurely; Gu Jin had already left just now.

The only person left in the living room was Secretary Fan.

She looked at Qin Suyun, "You didn’t see for yourself, that Little Nuan, she’s really both smart and capable, popular with everyone, has strong persuasive and leadership skills, not to mention she’s also so beautiful. Oh, if she were my daughter, the ancestors of the Mu family would be puffing out green smoke from their graves..."

Qin Suyun: ...

This didn’t seem very much like Little Fan.

But Qin Suyun was relieved anyway, it was good that there was no disgrace.

Although others do not know the exact relationship, many are aware that Song Yunuan was pushed into her position by Qin Suyun herself.

If there had been any embarrassment, it would have looked bad for everyone.

No matter what, the other party was a student with little experience, and any issues would also be their lack of consideration.

But many people would not see it this way.

Then she heard Secretary Fan lower her voice, "She is the granddaughter of Xia Bowen’s former wife, did you know this?"

Qin Suyun nodded.

Gu Jin had mentioned this when he returned.

She definitely knew.

Secretary Fan, "Little Nuan has reported a situation to me, planning to discuss it with you tomorrow at the meeting, but I still want to give you a heads-up. Our summer camp was almost exploited by someone, but fortunately, Little Nuan was formidable and managed to control the Zhong family’s people."

Qin Suyun’s expression changed, this she really didn’t know.

So, she listened as Secretary Fan shared in a lowered voice the details about Song Yunuan and the summer camp that couldn’t be discussed over the phone...

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The next morning, Song Yunuan, along with Yingying and Second Young Master Zhong, went for a run.

They ran along the tree-lined road, since it was summer, it was best to run early in the day.

As they ran, Song Yunuan stopped in front of a large gate that belonged to an institution.

This place was a research institute.

In the real world, twenty years later, the research institute moved to the suburbs, and the buildings of this institute were demolished. In their place, a developer built five six-story residential buildings.

The developer was her maternal grandfather, and after completion, he gave her a five-bedroom, one-living-room apartment.

It was located on the fifth floor of the most visually advantageous building number one.

Song Yunuan’s expression was serene; no one knew what she was thinking.

Second Young Master Zhong and Yingying quietly stood behind her.

Song Yunuan raised an eyebrow.

In the real world, she had once been a girl born with a golden key, envied by everyone.

But at the age of seventeen, she became an orphan.

Everything belonging to the Song family was taken by her step-grandmother and her son, who also conspired to sell her off, after all, she was indeed good-looking.

She resisted angrily, and as a result, she was beaten until she was covered in bruises and barely alive.

That night, she mustered the courage to escape.

By the time she returned to Beidu, five years had passed, and she effortlessly reclaimed the property that was rightfully hers.

She avenged her parents and maternal grandparents.

But, weirdly, she had forgotten what she did in those five years, where she went, and why she was so capable.

Five years earlier, she was a delicate girl unaware of the hardships and evils of the world, a darling in her parents’ eyes.

But five years later, she was composed and calm, wise and clear-headed, nearly mastering music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

The pain of losing her family no longer tormented her through the nights.

It was as if her loved ones were still well and safe.

Song Yunuan didn’t understand, nor did she bother to think about it anymore.

After living such a glittering life for three years, on a sunny, breezy afternoon, she lay sunbathing on a yacht, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself in the world of a book.

Fortunately, she had already written her will: if something unexpected happened to her, aside from provisions for a few close people, the rest of her wealth would be donated.

At this thought, Song Yunuan experienced a moment of bewilderment.

Is this real or fake? Could this be what’s actually real?

She shook her head, deciding not to ponder the messy thoughts, and took her time running back with the two of them.

What she didn’t expect was to run into Gu Huai’an at the gate, talking to Old Mr. Ji.

Song Yunuan remembered the big pine nut tower in her carry bag, lucky that she brought one for him too.

Gu Huai’an had arrived early but missed Song Yunuan’s morning jog.

However, from Old Mr. Ji, he had learned about Second Young Master Zhong.

Seeing him now, he merely darkened his gaze and politely nodded to Second Young Master Zhong, greeting him.

As for Second Young Master Zhong, he immediately felt constrained and awkward.

For he had indeed never met a peer with the presence of Gu Huai’an.

Because he was different from others.

Standing there, he didn’t know how to maintain his own presence, and stuttered, "Hello... Hello!"

Song Yunuan said to Gu Huai’an, "Don’t scare him."

Gu Huai’an: ...

When had he ever scared him?

He cast a dangerous glance at Song Yunuan.

But Song Yunuan’s next words softened his cold expression immediately.

Because she said to him, "Your timing is perfect, I brought you a gift. Come on, let’s go get it."

Even though the gift was a... not yet fully ripe pine nut tower, he was still very happy.

As the saying goes, it’s the thought that counts.

She asked Gu Huai’an, "Is the new drug ready?"

Gu Huai’an: "Mhm, we are currently waiting for the feedback results."

"Did Old Mr. Gong go there personally?"

"He used his son to test the drug."

Song Yunuan stared at Gu Huai’an, knowing there’s no triggered plot here, which meant the new drug had no issues.

Her gaze then fell on Gu Huai’an’s face, measuring him up with a meaningful look, as he didn’t want Little Nuan thinking this and that about him. At first, he could almost remain indifferent, but now that was no longer the case. Every time he saw her, he had to button his shirt up to the top.

If possible, he even wanted to wear a mask.

But none of it stopped Song Yunuan.

[The young man has a healthy complexion, bright eyes, and especially his lips, looking like candied hawthorns, makes one want to...]

His question came at the same time: "How long can you stay?"

It instantly broke through Song Yunuan’s inner voice.