Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 387: It Would Be Strange Not to Eavesdrop

Chapter 387: Chapter 387: It Would Be Strange Not to Eavesdrop

Song Yunuan also looked at them.

Xia Xinshan seemed to find it unbelievable.

However, Xia Xindong asked Song Yunuan very seriously, "Little Nuan, do you really have a way?"

Song Yunuan nodded, "I do have a way."

Then she paused, "It’s not about forcing her, it’s about making her eager to leave, and it won’t make Xique feel awkward."

As for losing face, that was inevitable.

Xique didn’t care about losing face.

After all, there wasn’t a single thing in the ten-mile radius that wasn’t already known.

If you speak of losing face, that had long been lost.

It was only then that Xia Xinshan realized and looked at Song Yunuan with a bit of admiration, "Little Nuan, how are you so smart?"

Song Yunuan responded, "I haven’t even mentioned what the plan is yet."

Xia Xinshan said, "No need to say; I just know that our Little Nuan is the most amazing."

Song Yunuan initially didn’t want to interfere, after all, this was her uncle’s family business, and it was different from her youngest aunt’s situation. Her youngest aunt had been bullied by outsiders and was still the talk of the town.

Whang Xiaoman had the status of Xique’s biological mother.

Just this point alone, akin to that day, who could stand by and watch her freeze to death at the front door?

Xique was timid, was it not because she feared her mother would actually hang herself at their front gate?

After all, when Whang Xiaoman went mad, she was indeed frightening.

Thus, she just taught Xique how to deal with her mother’s words.

As for any follow-up, she wouldn’t interfere.

This world is colorful, and real life is much more exciting than novels.

Because the plot of a novel has to follow logic, but reality has no logic whatsoever.

Some men abandon their families for their mistresses and disappear for decades; when they are old and unwanted, they can still return to their former spouse and children, expecting the ex-wife to take care of them and the children to support them in their old age.

Some women do the same, running off for over a decade and still managing to continue their lives with their original partners when they return.

There are families like that too.

Men have affairs, women have affairs, but they can still live together.

Uncle is a man, a typical man, and Song Yunuan herself wasn’t sure whether he could change his mind over time.

So, she maintained a wait-and-see attitude.

But now, since the uncle clearly disliked and loathed her, she would help him out a bit.

Speaking of triggering events, there weren’t any; however, a few days ago Song Yunuan heard that Luo Zhishan had been lurking around the village. She always preferred to be prepared before a crisis.

So, she mentioned it to Uncle Ho at the police station, asking him to help find out more about Luo Zhishan’s situation.

Old Ho naturally agreed.

He sent a police officer to the village where Luo Zhishan lived.

It was also under the jurisdiction of Sunflower Commune, not far from Willow Tree Village. The two were middle school classmates. After Whang Xiaoman married into Willow Tree Village, Luo Zhishan waited for her with infatuation for three years.

Luo Zhishan eventually got married and had a son and a daughter: the son was nine this year, and the daughter was six.

However, it’s worth mentioning that Luo Zhishan was good to his children, unlike Whang Xiaoman, who lacked any motherly affection for Xique and almost never cared for the children.

Thus, if Whang Xiaoman hit the two children, he definitely wouldn’t stand for it. Domestic abuse has two frequencies: never or countless times, there’s no "won’t dare next time."

These two people still had a foundation of feelings; people in love should be locked away and not allowed to harm others.

Moreover, from the information gathered, it seemed Whang Xiaoman actually treated those two children better than Xique.

In recent days, Luo Zhishan appeared to be arranging to find someone else, but hadn’t found a suitable match.

Where could he find someone like Whang Xiaoman, who had an emotional foundation with him and was willing to leave without asking for anything, not even taking

Whang Xiaoman’s older brother and father couldn’t look down on him more, they said it would be best if they were to die without ever cross paths again, otherwise, they would beat him up every time they saw him.

Besides, he doesn’t have much money now and wants to remarry Whang Xiaoman, those Whang household folks would definitely ask for the moon.

So he simply stayed out of sight.

First, Song Yunuan dosed Whang Xiaoman with some ’eye medicine’.

She didn’t bring Xique, but came to her grandma’s house alone.

Whang Xiaoman was staying in Xique’s room, where Zhu Feng was bossing Whang Xiaoman around to wipe down the cabinets and tables.

There was also a basin of laundry soaking, all belonging to Zhu Feng and Xique.

Zhu Feng had grown bolder with age.

With her daughter and son by her side, she wasn’t afraid of the homeless Whang Xiaoman at all.

Thinking that just because you want to eat for free or have enough to eat to visit others, that’s impossible.

Better get to work, since there’s plenty to do in such a big house.

Of course, the youngest son’s room was locked, definitely not letting her in.

As for Xia Xinshan’s room, whether she cleans it or not is up to her.

But the main hall and the kitchen, those must be scrubbed clean every day.

When entering the house, you’d see the resentment Whang Xiaoman hadn’t yet had the chance to tuck away.

Indeed, she used to be the one giving orders, and now that the tables have turned, it’s strange if she could stand it.

Since Song Yunuan wasn’t familiar with her, naturally there was no need to greet her.

However, Song Yunuan mysteriously said to Zhu Feng who was standing aside, "Grandma, let’s go to your room. I’ve got something to tell you."

Zhu Feng naturally didn’t know what Song Yunuan was up to and thought that there was indeed something important.

She quickly set aside what she was holding and followed Song Yunuan into her room.

With a voice loud enough for Whang Xiaoman to hear, Song Yunuan said, "Grandma, close the door. Don’t let that woman hear this; it’s about her."

Zhu Feng’s face instantly darkened.

She turned and glared at Whang Xiaoman, who was putting down her work: "Keep working hard, and don’t come eavesdropping."

Song Yunuan was secretly amused.

The old lady was a real godsend.

There’s no way someone like Whang Xiaoman would honestly refrain from eavesdropping.

Moreover, it involved her.

It would be strange if she didn’t eavesdrop.

Zhu Feng’s room was clean and tidy.

On the windowsill, she was growing several pots of Chinese roses.

Zhu Feng invited Song Yunuan to sit on the heated brick bed, touched her feet, and said sympathetically, "Running out in such cold weather, you’ve got your feet freezing cold."

Then she took a small quilt and wrapped her feet in it.

Zhu Feng brought over a charcoal brazier, and Song Yunuan said, "I baked some potatoes for you, was thinking of bringing them to you later."

This was a clay-baked charcoal brazier, in the last century, almost every household in the rural north had one for warming up by the fire.

Buried a few potatoes in the charcoal and once they were done, you’d peel off the black outer skin to reveal the golden inside. Taking a bite, the texture was sandy and smooth, very delicious,

As Zhu Feng peeled the potatoes, she looked at Little Nuan with a loving gaze, finding joy no matter how she looked at her.

She even asked Song Yunuan, "Does it taste good?"

Song Yunuan nodded vigorously, "Delicious, delicious, I love these baked potatoes the most."

Zhu Feng, "You can’t eat too many, they’ll cause heartburn, but it’s fine to have two or three."

She put the peeled potatoes on a small plate then Song Yunuan winked mysteriously at her and, in a not-too-loud, not-too-quiet voice, asked, "Grandma, do you know Luo Zhishan?"

Zhu Feng’s complexion fell, how could she not know?

That wretched man cuckolded her son...