Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 332: Is It Useful to Push Her Out?

Chapter 332: Chapter 332: Is It Useful to Push Her Out?

Lin Qing, who fell to the ground, felt as if countless bricks were smashing down on her.

Her head was spinning, and her chest ached.

How could Song Yunuan be like this?

Was her mouth made of knives?

Not just that, Lin Qing’s mind was in chaos, yet she suddenly felt that what Song Yunuan said was right; it was Song Yunuan who was lucky.

She had never suffered a single day in her life.

She and her sister had tasted hardship.

And what about antiques being swapped out?

Was it like the jade Ruyi that was replaced?

Impossible, those antiques should all be genuine.

Then there was Hu Zhi, that venomous woman still living in the villa; she should have driven her out.

That half-brother from another mother was clamoring right in front of her that everything was his.

Does he have no shame?

But what could she do if he was shameless?

Such a beautiful villa, and her niece had never even been there—why should that bastard live there as if it was his right?

Ahhh!

Lin Qing covered her face; no, no, everything was wrong—had she been beaten by Song Yunuan again?

Song Yunuan opened the door and looked at Uncle Azhong standing in the dim light, an inscrutable middle-aged man.

Song Yunuan said, "Lin Qing is a bit insane. You understand, tell me, how do we deal with this?"

Uncle Azhong had thought it through already.

He pulled out a small leather case that he had prepared in advance: "A little gift, no great respect, Little Nuan, this matter is our fault, I hope you can forgive the small people’s transgressions."

Song Yunuan took the case, did not open it, and her voice softened, "Since you are so sincere, I will let her off today, otherwise I would first report to the police, then go to Beidu; I would find Lin Du to discipline his daughter properly, and I could even go to her workplace to have the leaders properly educate her. A contemporary college student should work properly; how can she engage in superstition like that? Fortunately, Su Junze didn’t end up with her; otherwise, she might even have dragged him down."

Uncle Azhong squinted his eyes.

Smiling broadly and in a very good temper, he nodded again and again.

With his skills, he couldn’t make out Song Yunuan’s moves, so it was better not to confront her directly.

Besides, the real issue wasn’t Song Yunuan at this point.

These problems existed even before Song Yunuan was born.

What do they have to do with her?

But Lin Qing couldn’t swallow her pride, always feeling incredibly wronged by Song Yunuan.

Yet today, she was beaten again.

He had heard the crisp sound of a slap.

He might as well pretend he hadn’t heard it.

Song Yunuan pulled up Du Shuang, who was still squatting in the corner, and at the front door, she noticed car lights not far away.

The direction they were coming from seemed to be this way.

She pressed Du Shuang down and hid in the corner.

Indeed, the person who got out of the car was Su Junze.

An official couple, hard to split up.

He stood hesitantly at the entrance, not expecting the door to be open and the house lights on at this time.

Could it be that Qing was waiting for him?

At that thought, Su Junze’s heart surged.

Inside the house, Uncle Azhong said, "We will leave tomorrow; with eighteen antiques, based on the current market price, they should fetch over five million. We need to authenticate them first and then figure out a way to retrieve the real ones."

"Are the real ones not in Lin Du’s hands?"

Uncle Azhong replied, "Do you have evidence?"

Lin Qing stood up, her eyes fierce: "We’ll just say that Song Yunuan mentioned it."

Uncle Azhong was speechless.

"Whether Song Yunuan means well or ill, what good does it do to push her forward?"

Lin Qing fell silent.

"We owe Song Yunuan a favor, and even though she didn’t ask for repayment, you must remember it. However, I’ve made compensation on my side, so let’s put this matter to rest,"

"The urgent issue now is the miss’s belongings. Many were dowries given by the master, and can’t fall into Lin Du’s hands. As for the one capable of making such convincing forgeries, it seems only Old Erha is the suspect. If what Song Yunuan said is true, where will you find the real antiques and Old Erha?"

"Lin Qing, don’t bring up Song Yunuan. This whole matter has nothing to do with her from beginning to end."

Uncle Azhong made a point of emphasizing, "Besides, do you think Song Yunuan is easy to deal with?"

As he spoke, his brow furrowed, and then as if struck by sudden inspiration, said with a troubled look, "Maybe we’ve been used. That so-called fortune-telling old woman, I don’t know who she’s with, but she blocked you intentionally, then took the opportunity ’to kill with a borrowed knife’."

Lin Qing’s eyes dimmed as she murmured, "Perhaps it’s someone from the Shangguan family."

Uncle Azhong let out a sigh of relief, grateful that his mind was still sharp.

Just then, the sound of Su Junze’s nervous sobs came from the courtyard: "...Qing’er, Uncle Azhong, is that you?"

Lin Qing suddenly started, pushing open the window with a surge of joy.

As their eyes met, tears flowed down.

Song Yunuan looked away, the next moment they should reconcile.

She runs, he chases; there’s no escape for her!

Song Yunuan, dragging Du Shuang along, started to sprint.

They quickly arrived at the school, Du Shuang gasping for breath.

They climbed over the school wall to get in.

Once in the campus, Song Yunuan squinted her eyes and told Du Shuang, "Take a leave of absence to go home tomorrow. They are leaving tomorrow afternoon. Get the money back and give it to Lin Qing, or else, if you take the money and don’t do the work, Lin Qing won’t let you off. Also, give the money to Uncle Azhong, don’t ask too much about other matters, and apply to change dorms when you come back..."

Du Shuang became completely honest.

She obediently agreed to it all.

She didn’t understand any of the words or actions from earlier, and now she dared not ask.

Song Yunuan, with Du Shuang in tow, silently entered the dormitory and then lay down to continue sleeping.

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The next morning, Song Yunuan looked at the finely crafted leather suitcase.

Brand new, had Uncle Azhong prepared well in advance?

Song Yunuan opened the suitcase, and inside were banknotes.

A full three thousand Yuan.

Not bad, Song Yunuan had run out of money, but now there was fresh income.

When school was about to get out in the afternoon, Song Yunuan said to Peng Lanfeng, "I’ll go home with you to pick up your luggage. You’re wasting too much time walking several hours every day. You’ve suffered because of me; I have to compensate you. I’ll cover your lodging and meal expenses for the next two years, and then we’ll be even."

Compared to Du Shuang, Peng Lanfeng had a bottom line, refusing to do anything harmful to others.

It was natural for her to resent herself.

Du Shuang was the opposite, without any bottom line.

Song Yunuan couldn’t be bothered to glance at her.

Peng Lanfeng was stunned.

She felt like she hadn’t understood.

It was only after they had moved her luggage into the dormitory did she feel as if she had awakened from a deep dream.

She would be living opposite Song Yunuan, in the bed that used to be Du Shuang’s.

Song Yunuan smiled at her and said, "You can use the time you spent walking to study; you’ll definitely get into college."

Peng Lanfeng’s eyes reddened, but she nodded vigorously.

She made an IOU for Song Yunuan and handed it over with trepidation, "I...I, I don’t want to be even with you, I want to be your friend."

Song Yunuan: "You’re like a sticky candy."

Yet she accepted it nonetheless, tucking it away with earnest.

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At the end of the month, Nanshan County Town received the exhibition notice. Director Liu was thrilled, and he even called Kou County to tell them, promising to send them the trade fair regulations and precautions in a document.

Meanwhile, Xia Bowen called Song Yunuan to tell her that he would also be attending the trade fair.

But since it was closer to Xiangjiang, he hoped Song Yunuan would be prepared mentally.

Song Yunuan: "No problem, I’ll bring Second Young Master Zhong with me."

At that moment, Second Young Master Zhong was silently staring at the dates on the calendar.

Following Song Yunuan’s instructions, he had already set up a shell company, oh no, the Beidu Import and Export Trading Company, where he was the general manager, Adah and Acheng were the employees, and Song Yunuan was the chairman.