Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 331 You Have No Such Luck

Chapter 331: Chapter 331 You Have No Such Luck

Yesterday, Uncle Azhong returned and said that he couldn’t find the broken jade Ruyi because the leadership of the provincial city museum said that many objects that were not needed for practice had already been reported as losses and thrown into the trash.

Lin Qing gritted her teeth and said, "I’m afraid this has something to do with Song Yunuan again, because she’s still their so-called special assistant for data organization. Let’s not worry about that for now; I’ll go find Song Yunuan directly, and then, Uncle Azhong, you follow me."

However, Uncle Azhong disagreed, saying, "It’s quite strict here; you can’t force your way in."

Lin Qing was of course aware of this.

But if she didn’t try, she wouldn’t be able to let it go.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, someone knocked on the door of her rented house.

Awakened, Uncle Azhong opened the door, and in the dim night light, standing outside were Song Yunuan and a pale Du Shuang.

She did not dare to look at the shocked Lin Qing.

Song Yunuan did not enter the room, but stood leisurely in the yard, watching Lin Qing who was standing at the door.

After a few breaths, she pointed at Du Shuang and said, "This person ran to the front of my bed in the middle of the night, trying to prick me with a needle. I dragged her out, and here we are, looking for you."

She smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

Lin Qing’s face turned an ashen color, that uncontrollable feeling came over her again.

As for Du Shuang, her mind was still in a daze until now, maybe feeling like she was sleepwalking.

Lin Qing rented her house, then found her, gave her 500 yuan, yes, just 500 yuan, saying she would try to get her and Song Yunuan assigned to the same dormitory.

She also said there really wasn’t much to do.

Just get some of Song Yunuan’s hair and the blood from the tip of her index finger.

The hair was easy enough to obtain, although Song Yunuan rarely shed hair, so it took quite a while for her to gather enough.

Next was the three drops of blood.

This said easy was easy, but also not easy.

Du Shuang looked for many opportunities, but unfortunately never succeeded. The thought of so much money being returned made her feel terrible.

She gave the money to her mom; her high school years weren’t easy, and it was her older sister who persuaded their mom. But her mom always looked down on her, only having eyes for her brother. Now things had changed, and she affectionately called Du Shuang "second daughter."

It was just a few drops of blood, right?

If she frankly asked, she didn’t know if Song Yunuan would give it.

Not having found the opportunity and not daring to speak with Song Yunuan, she couldn’t sleep this night and thought, it’s all or nothing. She would prick with the long needle, and before Song Yunuan could react, she’d use a handkerchief to wick away the blood. By the time Song Yunuan awoke, she’d be back in bed, probably thinking it was a dream.

It was a nice plan, a beautiful thought.

Unfortunately, just as she was about to prick Song Yunuan’s hand, Song Yunuan, who appeared to be sound asleep, suddenly opened her eyes in the darkness.

In that moment, she was so frightened that she was about to scream, but Song Yunuan covered her mouth the next second and dragged her out of the dorm.

There was no one in the hallway; she was dragged into the storage room where, in her terror, she blurted out everything about Lin Qing.

Dressed, she was pulled and dragged home at a swift pace.

It was already past midnight.

The street lights were out, and not a single pedestrian was on the streets.

It made her feel like this might all be a dream.

But again, Song Yunuan pulled her aside and said, "Du Shuang, tell me, what did this sister Lin Qing ask you to do?"

A cool breeze blew by, and Du Shuang shivered, her voice trembling as she revealed what Lin Qing had asked her to do.

She cried in a lowered voice, "I’ll go ask my mom for the money tomorrow, I promise to pay you back every penny. Sister Lin Qing, I can’t do this anymore. Little Nuan, please... please don’t tell the teacher or the principal, I’m begging you. If I’m expelled, my dad will beat me to death."

Song Yunuan’s eyes lowered, her voice faint, "Du Shuang, don’t play the pity card with me. What does it matter to me whether you live or die?"

Du Shuang had never seen such a cold Song Yunuan, and she was so scared she forgot to cry.

Uncle Azhong hurriedly said, "Let’s talk inside the house; it’s too dark out here. There might be a misunderstanding, let’s come in first and then talk."

The door was shut, as was the room door.

Only the light in the living room was on.

Du Shuang and Uncle Azhong were both in the kitchen outside, while Song Yunuan scrutinized Lin Qing up and down. "Give me a reasonable explanation, or else I’ll drag you and Du Shuang to the police station in a minute," she demanded.

Lin Qing was also looking at Song Yunuan.

Aside from looking more attractive, there didn’t seem to be any change; she was still as annoying as before.

Her eyes darted about, and she believed that Song Yunuan would deliver on her threat.

She didn’t dare underestimate her.

Shangguan Yunqi had been locked up.

It was said he would be detained for at least six months.

She had a job, and if this were to spread to Beidu, it wouldn’t just be how the people at her workplace would react, but that Hu Zhi would also kick her while she was down.

Clenching her hands tightly, she calculated the likelihood of being able to control Song Yunuan.

A few breaths later, she abandoned the thought.

She said, "I met an old woman in Beidu, a fortune teller. She told me that my fate was altered by you. You were supposed to die, but you stole my luck. So, I wanted to use the method she taught me to break this situation..."

Song Yunuan seemed somewhat shocked.

Who was this old woman?

She sneered coldly, "Do you believe that?"

Lin Qing gritted her teeth. "I believe it."

Song Yunuan let out a derisive laugh, her voice ominously cold. "Lin Qing, do you believe in past lives?"

Lin Qing didn’t speak.

Frowning, she stared at Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan’s tone was icy. "It seems you do believe, so, in your past life, you had more than twenty lives on your hands. Don’t you plan to pay it back in this life?"

Lin Qing’s breath hitched, and she suddenly felt a cold sweat break out on her back.

Song Yunuan advanced on her, seizing Lin Qing’s collar and pinning her against the wall.

That delicate, pale hand seemed to have the force of a thousand catties, making it hard for Lin Qing to breathe.

She struggled desperately, feet leaving the ground. Good heavens, this Song Yunuan was simply inhuman.

Her vision began to darken; she was terrified and about to cry out for help when Song Yunuan slapped her across the face, cursing, "You’re such a piece of trash. You don’t have any damn luck to steal. Even if you offered me your luck, I’d find it too ominous to accept."

The next moment, Song Yunuan let go and stepped back to tower over Lin Qing, who sat on the ground with bulging eyes and an ashen face.

"Your academic performance was mediocre, and you only managed to get into community college thanks to Su Junze.

Your sister had an issue, but it was I who helped find Old Mr. Ji.

Your mother’s inheritance was seized by your father and stepmother, and nearly all the antiques supposed to be returned to your mother were switched by them. You were kept in the dark and felt self-satisfied.

You always thought your mother’s death was a mystery, but have you found out the truth?

You wanted to reclaim your mother’s house, yet your stepmother is still living comfortably in that villa.

You should be working in the clothing factory your mother started from scratch. So, have you become the factory director yet?

And as for Su Junze, he’s going to be a father in a few months. After dating for several years, you didn’t get anything from him. With your lousy luck, did you really think I would envy you?"

Lin Qing was so angered her face turned ashen, yet she was speechless.

She gasped for air, pointing at Song Yunuan and stammering, "You, you, you..."

Song Yunuan suddenly said with a smile, "Life is tough in the countryside, but I was misdelivered. When I was sent back to the countryside, my family started a clothing factory. Look at how high my luck has soared. As for your misfortunes, saying that you want to seize my luck is more like it..."