Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 445: The Villain’s Triumph?

Chapter 445: Chapter 445: The Villain’s Triumph?

Sun Dazhuang thought he was losing his mind.

Otherwise, how could he hear such inconceivable things?

If he wasn’t crazy, then this damned girl must be.

Clearly, Song Yunuan, this damned girl, wasn’t crazy, which seemed to mean that he should be.

He was originally sitting in a chair, restrained.

He wanted to stand up, but his body wouldn’t move.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared dead at Song Yunuan.

What did this mean?

What did these words spoken by Song Yunuan, this damned girl, mean?

He was not his mother’s son.

His wife was actually his mother’s biological daughter.

His elder maternal cousin was his mother’s biological son.

He was a child his mother had stolen from a wealthy family to sell.

The last point he understood all too well because he had done such things himself.

But when these things were put together, he was somewhat confused.

His mind was in chaos, even blank for a split second.

Song Yunuan didn’t plan to talk much with him.

She simply told him these things, and what came next was his choice.

Anyway, once the evidence was conclusive, he would have to acknowledge it, whether he admitted to it or not.

The culprit’s true identity would ultimately be revealed.

"Your mother’s biological son, Guo Hao, has already been caught, and the police are currently conducting a paternity test on them. The results will soon be out, and you’ll be shown these results.

You can express any thoughts you have, and if you want to see your mother to find out what’s going on, that’s fine too. I just hope you’ll be in better spirits and not act wildly."

"Based on Liu Jincui’s temperament, though, I don’t think she’ll tell you who your biological parents are," Song Yunuan analyzed.

Song Yunuan stood up, smiling warmly at Old Master Gu, "We can go now."

Knowing she had bad intentions, Sun Dazhuang still called out to Song Yunuan who was about to leave.

At that moment, his face had turned pallid, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

It was as if the world was about to collapse.

"What you... what you told me, is it true?"

Song Yunuan pointed to the people beside her, "Look at the senior leaders beside me. Do you think I’d come here to lie for no good reason?

Besides, whatever the relationship between you is, it’s really beside the point because it has nothing to do with the crimes committed by you, Sun Dazhuang. I merely found it hard to bear seeing you kept in the dark like a huge victim."

This time, Song Yunuan left without looking back.

As they left the special detention center, Old Master Gu looked at Song Yunuan and asked in a gentle voice, "When are you going back to Nan City?"

The two of them continued walking and talking.

Old Master Gu had a smile on his face.

On the opposite street, Old Master Qian and Qian Anna were about to walk this way.

Old Mrs. Qian was also detained here.

Old Man Qian pulled Qian Anna, who was walking ahead, to the side, and quickly hid around the street corner.

Old Man Qian stared intently at Old Man Gu, who was all smiles.

To be honest, since he had known him, he had never seen such a radiant smile on that deadpan face.

Walking with him was that damned girl, Song Yunuan.

Truly shameless.

With trouble at home, she still thinks she can rely on him?

Even if he truly wanted to deal with her, it would be as effortless as drawing a sword, not as simple as plucking a few goose feathers.

But he didn’t have time to deal with Song Yunuan right now.

He had to send a message to Old Qu, making sure she bit the bullet and refused to admit anything.

As long as she denies everything, this matter could be downplayed.

Qian Cheng was already dead, and it was the living who mattered most, especially considering how many children and grandchildren he had.

It was the same as his original thought.

Now, they couldn’t find Su Miaolian and that wretch who had been arranged by Gu Huai’an.

If they could find them, they would make sure they kept their mouths shut and stopped talking nonsense.

No matter what had caused the issue back then, she and that man had both had children, so what was the use of talking about it now?

It would be better to wipe the slate clean of any grudges; he was ready to offer them some compensation.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t see them, so he couldn’t bring up his ideas.

He really wanted to have a confrontation with Gu Huai’an, but the time wasn’t right yet. He had to forcibly contain himself.

Now, Gu Huai’an had once again shattered people’s perceptions, as the Dongfang Hong mobile telecommunication phones had started to be used.

People had conservatively estimated it would take another three years at least, but it only took a few months.

He even had one in his hand.

The ringtone was quite pleasant.

He treasured it, keeping it carefully in his pocket.

These days, being able to make calls with such a phone in the streets meant that every time he took out the phone, it was an event that could gather a crowd of ordinary people to watch.

Because of the good promotion beforehand, everyone knew about it—it was like carrying a telephone booth with you.

It sounded like something out of a science fiction world.

It was such a pity for the Qian family that such an individual hadn’t become one of them.

It wasn’t until Old Man Gu and Song Yunuan, chattering and laughing, had walked far away that he let out a long sigh, but his heart felt even heavier.

He glanced at Qian Anna and spoke bitterly, "I created so many opportunities for you before, how did you not manage to secure Gu Huai’an?

You’re so beautiful and outstanding, and Aunt Qin likes you too. With so many favorable conditions, you haven’t made good use of them, you really are..."

If they had an in-law relationship with the Gu family by now, Old Gu certainly wouldn’t stand by idly regarding their current family issues.

Qian Anna’s face turned uncomfortable as she clenched her teeth, "Gu Huai’an is cold by nature, always aloof from others. When I tried to talk to him, he didn’t even care, what could I do?"

Old Man Qian deliberately spoke in a leisurely manner, "Let it go, it’s not your fault, it’s just that you two weren’t fated for each other. Look how he is with Song Yunuan.

He’s giving her all the best things, as if she’s the apple of his eye. Being jealous won’t help."

These words buzzed painfully in Qian Anna’s ears.

It made her feel terrible inside.

Her face flushed with anger as she stared resentfully at Old Man Qian, "What good does it do to say these things now? Are you going to see my grandma or not? If you’re not going, then I’m leaving."

Old Man Qian gave her a glare but said nothing more, leading her towards the detention center across the street.

Qian Anna had a bad feeling in her heart—she feared that her grandmother’s trouble might affect the whole family.

When it came down to it, all this trouble was because of Song Yunuan.

They hadn’t done much to her in the past, and should have let bygones be bygones. However, she actually sent people in.

Being connected to the Gu family really made a difference.

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Song Yunuan should have left by now even if there were unresolved matters.

However, the batch of radios and recorders that Zhong Shaoqing handled were of really good quality.

They were produced by the largest electronics factory in Xiangjiang.

Song Yunuan took a carry bag since the canvas travel bag was already full.

Old Mrs. Song had also helped clean up the courtyard in Flowering Apple Alley. There was a flowering apple tree in the yard, and the branches were trimmed. Her own house had a flowering apple tree and a jujube tree that were both over ten years old.

They also bought a complete set of pots and pans and even some rice and noodles.

As for the rest, she planned to tidy up when her granddaughter got admitted to college and came to live with her for a few days.

Currently, her eldest son and daughter-in-law were in charge of the family clothing factory.

On the financial end, they had an accountant and a cashier.

She had handed over the financial control to her daughter-in-law.

Of course, there were investments from Little Nuan, which needed to be clearly and accurately recorded.

This time, buying the house cost more than thirty thousand...

Old Mrs. Song felt it was okay considering the size of the courtyard. After all, when everyone had more money in hand, prices would certainly go up.