Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 382: Breaking Her Sorcery

Chapter 382: Chapter 382: Breaking Her Sorcery

After receiving the call, Xia Xindong asked about Second Young Master Zhong’s condition. Xia Xindong thought for a moment and said, "I happen to be going to Beidu to take an exam. I’ll head out ahead of schedule, and we can discuss this when we meet."

Old Mr. Ji also specifically cautioned Xia Xindong not to tell Little Nuan about this matter.

Second Young Master has a very strong will, he’s managed to hold on until now, he won’t fail at the last moment.

Xia Xindong frowned slightly, "I’ve heard of that kind of drug, it’s just that it’s very expensive, and it’s almost impossible to quit. We have strict control over here, we don’t have that stuff, but there are many people in Xiangjiang and abroad who are using it."

Old Mr. Ji sighed and said, "In that case, let’s combine Chinese and Western medicine. I believe we can find a solution."

Meanwhile, Zhong Daqiao and Zhong Tianci regretfully placed the medicine into the safe.

Zhong Daqiao said carelessly, "Your brother must be having a tough time now."

Zhong Tianci said with schadenfreude, "It’s fine, my second brother has always been very resilient. He even fooled you, Dad."

Zhong Daqiao’s smile faded, and he stared at Zhong Tianci, narrowing his eyes, "Tianci, don’t talk to me like that. Shaoqing and I have been pushed to this point step by step, actually because of you and your mother’s coercion. Anyway, Shaoqing is also my son. Look at Xia Bowen, hasn’t he also fallen out with Xia Xindong and Shangguan Heng over one thing?"

Zhong Tianci hurried over, pounded Zhong Daqiao’s shoulders, and said pleasingly, "I know, I love Dad the most. They say when father and son are of the same mind, their sharpness can cut through metal. This means that when we are together, we can surely make the Zhong family a super-wealthy household."

Zhong Daqiao loved to hear these words. His goal was not just to be a wealthy household, but a super-wealthy one.

Only such a foundation was sufficiently substantial.

Zhong Daqiao’s eyes flickered. He and his wife only had one son.

That seemed too few children after all.

In the future, he was to have wealth rivaling that of countries.

Luckily, he had one illegitimate son and an illegitimate daughter, but his wife’s jealousy was strong. If she found out, she would be relentless.

So, he sent them abroad to study.

As for Shaoqing, after he turned eighteen, he had been given a drug to take once a week, one that would cause addiction.

Moreover, it got worse with each dose.

In the end, he would neither live nor die as he wished.

Of course, this was strictly forbidden.

Even those big bosses didn’t let their subordinates touch it, which shows how domineering the drug was.

He had no choice.

Shaoqing had become too difficult to control.

Of course, no one knew about it, not even the bodyguards.

Zhong Tianci said to Zhong Daqiao, "Dad, that Song Yunuan is quite formidable, and she’s set her eyes on Shaoqing’s money. It won’t be easy to deal with her. Let’s not work hard only to end up benefiting someone else."

Zhong Daqiao snorted coldly, "She’s just a little girl. Once we break her witchcraft, won’t she be at our mercy?"

Zhong Tianci’s eyes lit up, "Dad, it would be great if that day really comes."

Zhong Daqiao said, "This isn’t just our family’s issue. It involves several families. Let’s not be hasty and wait. We should keep a low profile for now. When it comes to new grudges and old hatreds, it’s still up to the Xia family and the Shangguan family."

Zhong Tianci was full of admiration and respect, "Dad, you are really amazing. This is what they call ’the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.’"

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Song Yunuan only knew that Shangguan Yunqi was sentenced to one year, and after that, she stopped paying attention.

She really started to focus on her studies.

Before Xia Xindong left for Beidu, he gave Song Yunuan a concocted medicinal compound for both defense and attack.

After half a day’s study, she placed it in water guns and small spray bottles.

The spray bottle wasn’t big, and she could carry it in her purse or pocket on a daily basis.

This kind of compound could cause a person to lose their ability to resist in an instant, and it was for mass attacks, a kind that would spread in a large mist.

The range was twenty meters in diameter.

That distance was quite satisfactory, but Xia Xindong wasn’t content with it, saying he would improve it for her when he returned from Beidu.

By the end of the ’80s, Xia Xindong and Old Mr. Ji, along with a group of people, went to the grand hall.

They sat with Second Young Master Zhong between them.

He had lost a lot of weight but also seemed much more spirited.

Xia Xindong knew that Shaoqing was tougher than himself.

Like a wild grass on the roadside, trampled beyond recognition, but still standing tall and unchanged even after a storm.

Although Xia Xindong and Old Mr. Ji had not discovered an antidote, they had formulated a detailed plan.

So far, the results have been quite good.

Of course, the main reason is that the Second Young Master Zhong is exceedingly patient.

Song Ting was naturally chosen; she speaks through her ability.

It’s an ability that inspires jealousy.

There are many who are jealous of Song Ting, and where there are many people, there is strife. This place is no exception.

Zhu Mann is now the deputy director of the dance troupe.

She too has a certain degree of influence, but she can’t dictate everything.

However, she wanted Song Ting to perform.

For someone like Song Ting, the scale of the event doesn’t make much of a difference to her.

As long as the music starts, she quickly gets into the zone.

Besides, Zhu Mann had her come early, firstly for the New Year’s Day performance, and secondly to prepare for further studies next year.

Song Ting must go to the music academy for advanced studies, and since there are not many spots available, it’s necessary for Song Ting to deliver a significant performance.

Moreover, she sings "My Motherland" the best.

Many opposed, but Song Yunuan taught her to stay silent and just smile when nothing was amiss.

She should maintain a good attitude and be patient, so it was difficult for her; then she told her the story of the Second Young Master Zhong.

Song Ting listened with tears welling up in her eyes.

Indeed, a child without a mother is like a blade of grass.

Song Ting learned to be patient.

Anyway, she has the least experience; and although it’s a competition and she won first place, if she didn’t show up, there would be one less competitor.

Many people lost with bitterness in their hearts and reluctance on their lips.

But even so, Song Ting was the final choice in the end.

Jin Ju also arrived, sitting on the other side of Old Mr. Ji. She had once spoken with Song Yunuan over the phone, mainly to tell her that a resource protection group had been established.

It’s not just the fragrant rosewood from Qionghai but also from Nan City.

It’s not just the fragrant rosewood, but other resources as well.

In short, they truly started to take action.

As Song Yunuan chatted with her, she casually mentioned her youngest aunt, Song Ting, who was now a student of Zhu Mann and had been transferred to the dance troupe.

A few days later, Jin Ju visited Song Ting’s workplace, where she was acquainted with Zhu Mann, and then Zhu Mann invited the two of them to a meal.

They were not very close, but they were not strangers either.

She was bound to attend such a New Year’s Eve performance.

And then she sat in the same row with Old Mr. Ji and others.

Old Mr. Ji introduced the two to each other.

In fact, Jin Ju was quite excited inside, but she kept her composure, just like she was now, watching Xia Xindong without any outward reaction.

But what kind of person was Xia Xindong?

He was very sensitive.

He knew of Jin Ju, having heard of her from Little Nuan.

This was someone Little Nuan liked to befriend, so her character must be decent.

Fortunately, the other party only glanced at him briefly before shifting her gaze away.

Xia Xindong watched the stage.

The next performance was Song Ting’s.

For some reason, he felt somewhat nervous as well.

But at the same time, he also found it unbelievable—who could have thought?

Song Ting, a village girl, not long after making a splash, had made her way into the Great Hall.

It was like jumping three levels at once.

No, it was like jumping nine levels.

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