Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 394: Wronged?

Chapter 394: Chapter 394: Wronged?

The night was growing deeper, and Gu Huai’an still had things to do; he needed to rush back to the base overnight.

His secretaries, Xiao Wu and Xiao Tian, both followed close by his side.

He waited until his grandfather had fallen asleep before quietly departing.

Before leaving, he asked his father to pay extra attention to his grandfather in the coming days.

As for the injury, he didn’t mention it for the time being.

Because the reason for the injury was too complex to be disclosed here.

On the way, Gu Huai’an felt that Murong Feng was the key issue.

Why would someone planning to do wrong not take care of his own family?

Being silenced seemed more like being wiped out as revenge.

Yet Murong Feng indeed fired a gun.

Does Murong Feng have a descendant who is now about to come to Beidu to complain?

Is that the implication?

So, is there another secret here?

Without Little Nuan’s prophecy, even Gu Huai’an himself might believe Murong Feng was just a local agent, after all, he really did shoot at his grandfather.

But in Little Nuan’s prophecy, his grandfather eventually committed suicide.

His grandfather was a strong man.

Everyone in the family, including him, was unaware of the injury on his grandfather, the one caused by a remaining bullet fragment.

It was an injury sustained for protecting the gold, and even if not credited as a meritorious act, it should have been acknowledged with praise.

Yet now, it couldn’t even be mentioned, as if they had done something wrong.

So, why commit suicide?

If his grandfather was fine, Gu Huai’an could guarantee that; then the problem must be with Murong Feng, right?

Perhaps Murong Feng was wronged?

But what about the injuries on Grandpa Xie and Grandpa Qian?

After a few months, things should have been clarified, so was it that his grandfather committed manslaughter and then, overwhelmed by guilt, took his own life?

Gu Huai’an had Xiao Tian stop the car.

In the vehicle, Gu Huai’an pondered for a moment before turning the car around to head to a place called Qingfeng Garden.

Gu Huai’an looked at the gate, the high walls and the glazed tiles of the courtyard, the pines standing tall outside, yet he couldn’t see if there was any light coming from where he planned to visit.

After all, it was already late.

As Gu Huai’an’s car stopped at the gate, the guard immediately called Old Mr. Xie.

Old Mr. Xie was slightly surprised; Huai’an rarely lingered at someone’s gate.

Recalling recent events, he said, "Tell him I’m not asleep, have him drive in. It just so happens that I have something to ask him."

Gu Huai’an entered the yard.

It was quiet and elegant, distinct from other grand estates.

Upon meeting Old Mr. Xie, he had his secretary brew tea for Gu Huai’an and told him that it was a fine tea that he usually wouldn’t offer to just anyone.

He also peeled an apple for Gu Huai’an, engaging in gentle chit-chat about family matters.

Gu Huai’an sat on the sofa in the drawing-room, alone with Old Mr. Xie.

He then answered several questions Old Mr. Xie had about his concerns.

Besides civil aviation, most of the conversation revolved around heavy military helicopters.

Old Mr. Xie looked at Gu Huai’an and said, "This responsibility is a heavy one, you must be psychologically prepared, you might be so busy that you won’t be able to return home for a year, but as for funding, we will find a way. Even if we have to tighten our belts, we must do it. Huai’an, special matters require special handling, so don’t have any reservations and don’t be afraid of making mistakes; we are learning after all, and it is normal to pay tuition fees appropriately."

Gu Huai’an agreed to each point.

Then Old Mr. Xie asked, "How is the progress with the Dongfang Hong mobile phone?"

The name for the newly developed mobile phone had been agreed on; it would be called Dongfang Hong.

Gu Huai’an: "Everything is going smoothly. We will hold a press conference in the spring, promote it within a small scope, and once the infrastructure is gradually completed and the cooperation with foreign partners is settled, our costs will also decrease. By then, the common people will be able to afford it."

Old Mr. Xie evidently liked what he heard and, smiling, nodded, saying that various departments would give him the green light in terms of cooperation.

They assured him to work with peace of mind, expressing strong support for him.

Then he gave Gu Huai’an a list, the enterprise list for the spring press conference.

Gu Huai’an looked at it and asked if the Beidu Import and Export Trading Company could be added?

The secretary really added Song Yunuan’s Beidu Fanhua Import and Export Trading Company.

All the companies on the list would enjoy a massive amount of benefits.

Exemption from all fees for five years.

And they would have priority in purchasing property and the right to sell new products.

For Song Yunuan’s import and export company, this was akin to a pie falling from the sky.

Even Gu Huai’an couldn’t help but smile.

Old Mr. Xie smiled along with him.

Only then did they bring up the matter concerning Old Master Gu.

Gu Huai’an shared his thoughts candidly and said, "I believe Murong Feng is the key. My grandfather is in good spirits, but his body can’t keep up with his mind. I think the Resources Protection Bureau would be quite suitable for him."

Old Mr. Xie nodded: "Mhm, I’ve actually been thinking the same thing."

"Grandpa Xie, I also only learned today. After I return, I will take the time to develop a metal detection device and hope it will be helpful."

Old Mr. Xie truly admired and valued this genius.

After a lengthy conversation, it could definitely be said that they had a very pleasant talk.

Most of Gu Huai’an’s suggestions were accepted.

It was getting late, and Old Mr. Xie needed to rest, Gu Huai’an said goodbye and left.

He didn’t go home. There was no need to inform his grandfather about his suggestion to go to the Resources Bureau; his grandfather should rest well for a time, the sooner the surgery, the better.

Meanwhile in Xiangjiang, inside a shabby little house, Mu Rong, who had changed her name, knelt before a woman with graying hair.

The woman said, "Go, don’t worry about me. Investigate your father’s injustice and seek revenge for the Murong family, so that your parents can rest peacefully in the netherworld."

Mu Rong nodded, her face pale.

"All these years, I didn’t let you date or have children. First, because we live a difficult life, and second, because your background is too complicated. Now, we can finally send letters. Whether it succeeds or not, there’s hope."

"I understand, Aunt Yuan. Just take good care of yourself. I’ll come back and take you to Hai City."

The woman immediately burst into tears: "My sister has been waiting for me in Hai City for thirty years. I’ll live well and wait for the day I can return to Hai City with you!"

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Song Yunuan didn’t receive a call from Gu Huai’an, she received one from Zhong Shaoqing.

It was the first time Zhong Shaoqing had called Song Yunuan.

But it was a call he had to make.

The Fanhua Import and Export Trading Company, which Gu Huai’an had secured support for, was one of the hundred supported enterprises.

But Song Yunuan didn’t know.

Zhong Shaoqing cursed Gu Huai’an in his heart for being manipulative, yet he said warmly over the phone, "...It was Gu Huai’an who helped out. Yes, I just received the document. That document about the support for the hundred enterprises, it has a lot of supportive policies. Do you want me to read it for you?"

Song Yunuan asked, "Is it lengthy?"

Zhong Shaoqing: "Manageable."

"Then go ahead and read it."

Song Yunuan wasn’t really interested in listening, but sensing that he was excited, she let him read anyway.

Not knowing when it became free to receive calls.

She had money, but was used to not paying for calls; having to pay even to listen to someone felt like a loss...

Luckily, Zhong Shaoqing read fluently and quickly.

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