Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 406 Help Me Do Something

Chapter 406: Chapter 406 Help Me Do Something

Hearing this, Gu Huai’an felt a sudden heaviness in his chest.

Yes, yes, this explanation made sense.

If it truly was as Grandpa had said, even if there were understandable reasons, even if one were forced into a corner, Grandpa would never forgive himself.

Old Mr. Gu wiped his face and calmed his emotions.

He spoke slowly, "According to the secret letters provided by Murong and the written materials provided by Murong Feng’s cousin, Murong Feng’s identity is top secret, known only to three people. But those three are no longer here, and he has lost contact with them. In the ’50s, he was waiting to safely transport the gold and antiques back to Beidu before seeking the relevant organization to restore his identity, but..."

At this point, Old Mr. Gu found it hard to continue.

He looked at Gu Huai’an, his voice unsteady, "Fortunately, there is one person who knows the truth, someone in the northwest who holds a post. Now they have gone to investigate. We expect to have news in three or four days. Huai’an, if all this is true, we’ll have to leave this mansion and never return."

Gu Huai’an was not surprised. He said, "Grandpa, it’s too early to draw conclusions without final evidence."

Old Master Gu’s face turned pale, "Camps may be strong and soldiers may pass like water; I understand this principle."

Without waiting for Gu Huai’an to say anything, the old man stood up, straightened himself, and in just a few breaths, Old Mr. Gu returned to his usual self.

He patted Gu Huai’an’s shoulder, "Your investigation is on hold for now, I’ll take it from here. You focus on your research and don’t get involved."

Gu Huai’an thought about it and agreed with a nod.

However, he added, "Grandpa, I heard that Grandpa Qian’s second wife is adept at mixing fragrances, but something came to mind. There is a family in Beidu known for their incense-making and their surname is Su. I’m not sure if they are related to the main wife. There may be hidden details in this thread that we should investigate clearly. Otherwise, resuming the investigation would be meaningless."

Old Mr. Gu nodded seriously, a light in his eyes, "Yes, this must be thoroughly investigated."

He had to think of a way to probe around Old Man Qian, right, and also look into the main wife.

Her sister vanished—did she know, and if she did, did she go to Old Qian?

On second thought, there really might be secrets unknown to others here.

But the thought of the possibility that he had made a grave mistake caused Old Mr. Gu’s hands to tremble.

Gu Huai’an supported him as they left the study.

Seeing the worried looks of his children, he soon returned to normal.

The family reunion dinner might be the last one they had here.

Old Mr. Gu took the place of honor at the table, smiling, he said to his eldest son, Gu Chao, "You’re the eldest; you say a few words..."

Meanwhile, in Erdao River Village, because it got dark early, they finished their meal by three in the afternoon.

The New Year’s banquet was the most lavish the Song family had ever seen, featuring braised fish, stewed ribs, stir-fried meat slices, chicken stewed with mushrooms, and an array of stir-fried and cold dishes.

There was also a large goose stewed in an iron pot.

The goose was raised in another village, not one of the bully geese raised by the Song family.

New clothes, needless to say, everyone had a set, including new shoes.

Erdao River Village set off more firecrackers than any year before.

The Song family elders had prepared red envelopes. In the past, each child would simply receive a penny.

This year, Song Yunuan suggested using red paper for the envelopes and placing money inside to signify a prosperous and thriving new year.

This idea was well received and immediately adopted.

Old Mrs. Song was truly content this year.

In previous years, when it came to giving children their New Year’s money, she was very distressed.

She really did not want to part with even a penny.

But this year was different; she generously handed out five yuan to each child.

Actually, Old Man Song’s idea was to give each child ten yuan this year.

However, Old Mrs. Song said that if they gave ten yuan this year, how much would they give next year?

If life got better, would they give twenty next year?

She also pointed out that ten yuan was nearly half a worker’s monthly wage.

Giving away so much at once would be showing off their poverty. That’s not how life should be lived.

She initially wanted to give one yuan.

Old Mrs. Song felt that Little Nuan would certainly think her grandma was stingy.

This was the child’s first Spring Festival since returning home.

She had wanted to give a little more in secret, but it was New Year’s money, which made it somewhat inappropriate.

So she decided to put five yuan in it.

Second Young Master Zhong had not expected to receive a red envelope himself.

Originally, he had helped clean up the dishes and was planning to find an excuse to take Little Nuan out to set off fireworks.

Because he had noticed that Little Nuan was a little girl who loved to play.

When she played, her eyes sparkled brightly.

But he hadn’t expected Grandma Song to actually give him a red envelope.

Clutching the red envelope in his hand, his hand shook a little.

It reminded him of the times during New Year when his maternal grandparents and mother would give him red envelopes.

Especially his grandfather, who would place a red envelope under his pillow secretly.

"To keep you safe," his grandfather said, hoping it would protect his precious eldest grandson from any evil spirits.

But in the end, nothing was kept at bay.

At twelve, he lost the relatives who loved him the most.

During that New Year, Zhong Tianci flaunted two large red envelopes in front of him.

No, not in front of him, but in front of the small window of the room he was locked in.

Zhong Shaoqing thought seeing the red envelopes would make him hate deeply, make him go crazy, make him lose control.

But actually, when the violent emotions surged up, they vanished as quickly as they came.

He understood that this was Grandma Song’s kindness, and he could not be ungrateful.

Grandma Song giving him a red envelope meant she also considered him part of the family.

A warm current slowly swept through the depths of Zhong Shaoqing’s heart.

His smile was wide, his words sweet, "Thank you, Grandma Song."

The timing of giving out red envelopes here was different from what he remembered; it was after the New Year’s Eve dinner and then the red envelopes were given out.

Song Yunuan glanced at Zhong Shaoqing—his hand had been trembling, and his eyes filled with resentment.

Song Yunuan did not believe that the Second Young Master was a simpleton.

Surviving in that kind of environment and managing to escape, it was impossible for him to be naive and innocent.

He had a good heart, but not much of it.

During the summer camp, he didn’t want to implicate the innocent, but if he were to be attacked next, he wouldn’t be able to help.

So the act of Grandma giving the red envelope just now must have triggered some bad memories.

Song Yunuan’s fists clenched, ready to pounce on him if he lost control, so she could knock some sense into him.

Even though it wasn’t nice to fight during the New Year, it couldn’t be helped.

Unexpectedly, the resentment was transient, and the Second Young Master’s willpower was truly impressive.

However, this was also related to the combined treatments of Second Grandpa and her youngest uncle.

It must be said, this was a very successful case of integrating Western and traditional Chinese medicine.

At the same moment,

Second Mrs. Qian, Qu Limei, who had just received a certain message, sat in front of Shangguan Yunqi.

If one looked closely, one could see Qu Limei’s well-maintained face filled with suppressed disdain and annoyance.

Shangguan Yunqi sat across the table from her, and the difference from before was drastic.

Her hair had turned largely white, her face gaunt, her expression haggard, but her eyes were full of resentment.

Qu Limei was shocked and also cursed under her breath; that damn old thing dared to threaten her with the past.

But now with Old Qian under investigation, and at a critical moment when her children needed her, she didn’t dare to gamble—in case the old lady spilled the beans, she might end up disgraced just like Shangguan Yunqi.

Her reputation ruined in her late years?

No, that couldn’t happen!

Actually, this place was not convenient for speaking.

Because there were guards standing by.

Shangguan Yunqi couldn’t speak directly, but she said meaningfully, "Old Qu, do me a favor. If you succeed, we will wipe clean past grievances and never mention them again."

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