Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 314: Golden Ball Jade Gourd

Chapter 314: Chapter 314: Golden Ball Jade Gourd

The onlookers exploded in a buzz of excitement.

They suddenly realized the truth, completely taken aback.

Someone spoke up again, "I knew something was off, look at that skinny tall guy with his awkward appearance, and the old lady too, with her mean face, how could they possibly be the parents of such a pretty young girl?"

"Exactly, exactly, not only is she pretty but also clever. That strategy is brilliant. Once you take her gold bracelet, she wouldn’t dare to acknowledge you, and would even say you’re a robber instead."

Others applauded Old Master Gu, "The old comrade has remarkable skills, clearly a veteran from public security."

Some were shocked, "Look at that man, why is he crying like that? Could it be that the jade gourd the old lady is wearing is really his?"

Clutching the jade gourd, Song Yunuan asked the man, "You say it’s yours, do you have proof?"

There’s no shortage of swindlers these days.

In a few years, even more so.

The character for ’deceit’ is written with the ’horse’ radical next to ’flat.’ It’s like riding a horse to trample the swindlers flat!

Let’s see who dares to deceive then.

The white-haired man trembled, seemingly losing his sanity as he attempted to rush forward to snatch the jade pendant.

Song Yunuan actually believed him.

This must definitely belong to the white-haired man.

Someone from his family must be hospitalized, otherwise he wouldn’t be carrying a food container; but by now, he had long since thrown the food container in his net bag to the roadside.

Old Mr. Gu stopped the white-haired man, and he had taken a liking to Song Yunuan for her sharp and decisive reaction.

This young girl is truly clever, and keeps her poise in the face of danger.

He said, "Don’t get agitated, this gourd is clearly made of fine jade, we need to clarify this. Tell us, what proof do you have that it belongs to your son?"

The white-haired man, without a moment to think of anything else, wiped his tears, took several deep breaths, and said, "It was my mother’s gift to my son; his name is engraved at the bottom. I do micro-carving, and I personally engraved it, three words: Lin Tianbao, his nickname is Xiao Bao, he was lost when he was four..."

As he spoke, he was overcome with sobs.

Song Yunuan asked who had a flashlight, and a security guard promptly took one out. Shining it on the jade, indeed, there were three characters: Lin Tianbao. They were not in traditional script, just simplified, but without paying attention, one would probably miss it.

There’s no need for further discussion; this is certainly his son’s property.

The sky darkened and the streetlights came on, but Song Yunuan still used the flashlight to shine on Old Mrs. Song, questioning, "Where did you get this gourd from?"

Old Mrs. Song struggled in vain, wanting to make a scene and roll on the ground, but with the object in Song Yunuan’s hands, she was simply shameless, trying to snatch her gold bracelet.

She yelled, "Didn’t you see? I was robbed; my gold bracelet and jade gourd, I bought them myself, spent a thousand yuan."

Song Yunuan scoffed, "Since your arrival, not a single truth has come from your mouth; whether it’s yours or not, you don’t need to explain to me, go talk to the police. Rest assured, our principle is not to wrong a good person, but we will certainly not let a bad person go."

Song Yunuan handed the jade gourd to the white-haired man, "Officially, this is evidence and must be handed over to the police. It will be returned to you after it is proved to be yours, but you can hold onto it for now."

The white-haired man clutched it tightly. He looked gratefully at Song Yunuan and then lunged at the skinny tall man, his voice seething with anger as he demanded, "Did you abduct my son? Where is my son, where is he?"

The skinny tall man had not anticipated this and naturally wouldn’t admit to anything. As the situation looked like it would escalate again, bystanders intervened to hold him back.

Some comforted the white-haired man, "They’re caught now; if they really did it, you’ll definitely find out where your son is. If you hurt him in anger, that won’t be good for handling the situation."

The police station was not far away, and Old Master Gu had already sent someone to find the police from the station.

Soon, three officers arrived, and after understanding the situation, they took both persons away.

They also asked Song Yunuan to go to the station to provide a statement.

Of course, she would have to go.

Song Yunuan explained the situation and also handed over the gold bracelet to the police. One of the officers, upon seeing the white-haired man, got a bit of a shock and whispered, "Uncle."

By that time, Old Master Gu found it inappropriate to accompany them to the police station.

Accompanied by the security officer, he left quietly without a sound.

Song Yunuan did notice him leaving, but she didn’t say anything, reckoning that the old comrade must have some status, so it wouldn’t be suitable for him to show his face.

Song Yunuan was very cooperative, informing the police station that the two people came out from the alley just before, suggesting that the alley or somewhere nearby might be her headquarters.

The police immediately said they would quietly conduct a search.

This wasn’t a matter that could be dismissed lightly.

So, Old Mr. Ji and Xiao Dizi hurried over to the police station. Fortunately, it wasn’t far, and they arrived quickly.

Old Mr. Ji breathed a sigh of relief after understanding the situation and decided not to have Song Yunuan appear in public anymore.

Thus, it directly became about the white-haired man.

The white-haired man had been searching for his son everywhere; that boy was his only child, lost at the age of four, and since then, his wife had never recovered from her illness.

Yesterday, his wife had another attack, and he had taken her to the hospital. He had just gone to bring her food, and his niece had helped him with nursing. He still had to return to work and asked friends and classmates far and wide to keep an eye out. It had been ten years already—his son should be fourteen this year and now a teenager.

But who could have expected such a coincidence to occur here?

The deputy chief of the police station happened to be the white-haired man’s nephew. With this connection, Old Mrs. Song and the skinny tall one were sure to be thoroughly investigated.

They wouldn’t let them slip through the net.

At Old Master Gu’s level, even though he thought Song Yunuan was very intelligent, he wouldn’t go out of his way to inquire into the details of a young girl’s background.

He had granddaughters and even great-granddaughters. The next day, he invited them all to a meal together and talked about the previous day’s events, emphasizing how to protect themselves in the face of danger.

The young ladies all exclaimed in shock, "Good heavens, could such a thing really happen?"

It was indeed too frightening.

Old Mr. Gu said, "A strict check will be conducted soon, but you all should be careful too. If something happens, learn from that young girl. Handle it with wit, don’t panic or lose your composure. Don’t refuse or fight back vehemently, wasting your energy. Go with the flow, and you might be able to free yourself from trouble."

The girls of various ages, intimidated by Old Master Gu, solemnly promised him when they saw how serious he was.

Old Mr. Gu glanced at the young ladies and shook his head inwardly; they had been protected too well.

That young girl, he wondered whose family she was from—she truly had both courage and wit. If she were in a time of war, she might well have become a female general.

By this time, Song Yunuan had already returned home.

They had picked her up from the train station and asked her warmly about her journey home. Once home, the bathwater had already been prepared, warm from being heated in the sun, ready to wash away the dust of the road.

Her mother was in the kitchen rolling out noodles.

She had made three kinds of sauces.

Shredded pork with green chili peppers, chives and eggs, and eggplant sauce.

The vegetables from the garden were ready to be eaten.

Newly picked tomatoes were mixed with sugar, fresh shrimp and cucumbers were thoroughly washed, and the north-facing windows were opened to let a breeze through the dining room.

Surrounded by family inquiring about this and that, Old Mrs. Song even shed tears, saying she had never worried so much about her child before.