Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 381: I Think of Someone, Far Away in a Distant Land

Chapter 381: Chapter 381: I Think of Someone, Far Away in a Distant Land

Song Ting wasn’t surprised either.

Lin Xuezhu could only leave on her own, her chances of being fired were virtually zero.

That’s what Song Yunuan had said.

"She’s working in logistics at the mechanical factory, essentially doing cleaning and miscellaneous tasks in the cafeteria. Anyway, it’s a huge step down from before."

"Right, she hasn’t called off the engagement with Lew Yuan, and I heard they’re even planning to marry on New Year’s Day, but the specifics are unclear to us.

Also, my grandma, along with my mom and two youngest aunts, went to the Li family and gave Old Woman Li an earful. They scolded her so badly she didn’t dare to speak, and grandma’s getting sharper with her words by the day."

"Youngest Aunt, if you have any problems, don’t hide or endure them or let others have their way. Our family isn’t what it used to be; we have people now.

We still have a house and a company in Beidu. Right, that import-export trading company. Although Second Young Master Zhong is often out of control, his aides, Adah and Acheng, know how to handle things. I’ve already clued them in.

Of course, Second Grandpa isn’t someone to take lightly either. Just focus on your singing studies and after the New Year’s performance, your teacher should arrange for you to further your studies at the music conservatory. By then, you’ll be a college student..."

Song Ting, listening on the other end, teared up.

Song Yunuan comforted her, "I’m taking the college entrance exam with my eldest brother next year, and he should be able to get into a university in Beidu. As for me, it’s just a matter of deciding which university I want."

Song Ting’s voice was slightly choked, "You child are just like an adult. Alright, go study now. I’m fine here, the teachers are very good to me, tell grandma and the others not to worry."

Song Yunuan wasn’t really worried.

She was somewhat concerned about Second Young Master Zhong.

It had been a long time since he called, and Second Grandpa said things were going well, everything was stable, it just needed time.

Being stable was actually the last thing he should be.

Song Yunuan thought about the import-export company, which was registered in Second Young Master’s name, even though she was the chairperson.

The company wasn’t just an empty shell now, there was so much merchandise.

She also had a lot of wild, large pearls.

For the time being, they were all stored in the military supply warehouse provided by Gu Huai’an, which offered the best environment in terms of temperature and security.

Though it wasn’t a permanent solution, there wasn’t a better place at the moment.

There was no shortage of money on the books, but they still needed to find a way to make some petty cash.

Song Yunuan picked up the letter from Kurt Gymm, pondered for a moment, and then mailed her reply to the address provided.

As for why not make a phone call?

International calls were outrageously expensive, and she was reluctant to spend that much.

These days, regardless of whether you were receiving or making a call, there was a charge.

Second Young Master’s maternal grandfather owned a jade mine, and Zhong Daqiao had expanded the jewelry company he inherited from his former father-in-law by twice its original size.

To say that he was earning a fortune each day wasn’t an exaggeration.

Poor Second Young Master...

At that moment, the unfortunate soul was tied up in a room.

The floor was covered with smashed objects and food, a sign that he had suffered an episode during a meal.

The room was designed like a sanatorium, with a nice environment. Because of Second Young Master’s special condition, they had given him a large flat at the corner.

However, the rent was not cheap.

Old Mr. Ji stood outside the window frowning, looking at Zhong Shaoqing inside the room, who was tied up with a towel stuffed in his mouth.

There was also a hint of sympathy in Old Mr. Ji’s eyes.

At the moment, Second Young Master’s face was ferocious; his eyes seemed to see nothing, lacking focus. How to describe it?

Perhaps like a violent zombie would be most appropriate.

Even when bound to a post, he exhibited no sign of calmness.

The post wasn’t tall, just reaching to his back, preventing him from hitting his head against it.

Still, his forehead was bleeding, earlier during his outburst, he had been banging his head against the wall.

Di expressed his concern to Old Mr. Ji, "Second Young Master and the two bodyguards have no idea when he was given the addictive drug. But the other party must be worried about using too much and backfiring, so they controlled the dosage scientifically..."

At this time, Adah arrived, holding documents. He said, "After the first seizure was controlled by you, Old Mr. Ji, he signed another document. He said he was certain he could survive to inherit the property, but he worried about unforeseen circumstances during the long night, so he drafted another property transfer agreement for unconditional gifting. The recipient is Sister Nuan, oh, that’s Song Yunuan, with the effective date set for twenty-four hours after his inheritance takes effect."

Old Mr. Ji frowned as he listened. He hadn’t issued a sentence, and the patient was already sentencing himself.

He said with great displeasure, "This is absurd, property inheritance can’t be taken so lightly. What if he recovers at that time and even wants to get married? Then what use would my granddaughter have for this useless document? To go back on one’s word, and then to regret it—isn’t this just toying with people?"

Adah might have been a bit of a lout, but he knew Second Young Master’s true intentions.

However, that intention seemed too cheap, and the Second Young Master felt so ashamed he doubted he’d ever dare to voice it.

Adah suddenly remembered Second Young Master’s favorite poem.

After reading this poem, Second Young Master memorized it in just one go.

Then, when practicing calligraphy, he would write this poem.

He forgot the name of the poem, but it seemed it was written by someone named Bai something or Bai Buyi.

Adah held the document as Old Mr. Ji didn’t take it, so he had no choice but to keep holding it.

His eyes fell on the seemingly trapped and despondent Second Young Master in the room, and the poem suddenly flashed in his mind.

I have someone on my mind, living in a distant land.

I have sorrows deep within, knotted in my inner strands.

Yes, that’s the one, he finally remembered it.

Old Mr. Ji, however, suddenly said, "Bring that document here so I can take a look."

Adah hastily handed the document over.

Old Mr. Ji also learned for the first time that the Second Young Master Zhong, despite being stripped of his property, still possessed so much wealth.

An island, a bank account with so many zeroes, and even a gold mine.

Heh, the illiterate Second Young Master?

Truly wealthy.

He saved all his life and bought fragrant rosewood, feeling rather proud at the time, thinking it was a massive haul.

Such is the evil of capitalists.

He said to Adah, "Your Second Young Master has a strong will and good drug tolerance. Once he survives this and regains consciousness, tell him I’ll administer acupuncture treatment. When he’s lucid, take the document back, and after he gets well and inherits the wealth, he can then give this document to Little Nuan. Then, we’ll see!"

Adah nodded busily.

Old Mr. Ji glanced at Zhong Shaoqing, whose messy hair hid his handsome brows and eyes.

He slowly closed his eyes.

He seemed tired, ready to sleep, and probably would make it through this time.

But it was uncertain when the next time would come.

As to whether Second Young Master suffered, Old Mr. Ji felt no sympathy.

Because his own life was also tough, and his daughter had an even tougher time, and in the quiet of the night, he too was in agonizing regret.

It was his fault.

Failed to see people for who they are, and damnably insisted that talent is precious, believing she would understand eventually.

They’re still investigating, and his daughter hasn’t recovered her memory yet.

Only Little Nuan’s predictions hadn’t come true.

He needed evidence to send Wei Qingmei to prison.

Just like Shangguan Yunqi who was sentenced to a year.

But a year was too short.

Wei Qingmei and Shangguan Yunqi were not the same; the former intended to kill Xinyi—it was murder.

He must seek the death penalty for her!

Old Mr. Ji bit his teeth and, after giving some instructions to his apprentice, he left the place.

He needed to make a call to Xindong.

Although he and Xindong had some differing beliefs, it didn’t prevent them from being friends despite the age gap...

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