Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 453: Life is Like a Play, All Depends on Acting

Chapter 453: Chapter 453: Life is Like a Play, All Depends on Acting

After all, the old master came here to find someone.

Although he had retired, his identity was still somewhat sensitive.

If it could be kept low-key, then it would be kept low-key.

So there was no special introduction.

However, the two comrades at the office gave an extra glance.

They were the ones who had received the secret notice.

To cooperate unconditionally with Old Mr. Gu in finding the person.

When Zhong Daqiao first called out, he was very happy and glanced at the building across the street, but he was a bit puzzled as to why there was no second call after the first?

He exchanged a look with Shangguan Heng, and behind him, Chairman Wang snorted coldly, quite dissatisfied, but still lowered his voice to reprimand, "I told you not to play these little tricks, but you wouldn’t listen. Why is there no second call after the first? Do you need more money? Is it because the money given wasn’t enough?"

Shangguan Heng said angrily, "I’ve already sent someone to check."

On the other side, Zhong Daqiao stared intently at Zhong Shaoqing, who was standing in the crowd. The gazes of the father and son finally met through the dense crowd.

A feeling akin to anger clashed in the air.

Then Zhong Daqiao opened his arms, tears streaming down his face as his voice choked, "Son, my second son, you’ve finally come back. I thought you didn’t want your old father anymore. Come here and let Daddy see, have you lost weight? How’s your health? I’ve missed you so much."

The last few words were said through gritted teeth.

To those unaware, it might seem touching.

To those in the know, they just smirked.

As Song Yunuan was running across to the other side of the street, Zhong Shaoqing had already had Adah and Acheng rush over, and Brother Lu had also gone to see the situation.

Xia Xindong was holding Little Asheng.

Song Mingbo’s fingers moved rapidly, and after a few moments, he breathed a sigh of relief, a smile still on his face.

No worries, his sister was perfectly fine.

The trouble must be on the other side.

Zhong Shaoqing knew what abilities Song Yunuan possessed, so naturally, he wouldn’t follow and hinder her.

And at this moment, ’overwhelmed with excitement’ to the point of tears streaming down his face, Zhong Daqiao opened his arms and walked toward him. Zhong Shaoqing’s eyes were filled with hatred. He thought that Zhong Daqiao, who was so good at acting, must have deceived his mother and grandfather with this very posturing back in the day...

He remembered Song Yunuan’s words: "Life is like a play, all dependent on acting skills."

Indeed, Little Nuan was right.

And while these thoughts churned, the two men unintentionally came together.

Zhong Daqiao’s mouth curled into a malicious smile. This little bastard hated him to the bone, beat him, scolded him, ridiculed him, but actually, he didn’t take it seriously because after so many years of being treated this way, he should have already been used to it.

So, Zhong Daqiao changed his tactics, reminded by his eldest son.

Zhong Daqiao was eager to see how the son that that despicable woman gave birth to would react.

And then the father and son stood face to face.

Zhong Daqiao’s outstretched arms didn’t fall. Zhong Shaoqing’s eyes reddened immediately, and his voice choked, "Daddy, I really, really, really miss you so much..."

Before he had finished speaking, Zhong Shaoqing embraced Zhong Daqiao, who was half a head shorter than him.

The father and son embraced each other, leaving Zhong Daqiao somewhat unable to react.

Since his mommy died, the little bastard had never shown him a smiling face.

Let alone hugged him.

In his later periods of madness, it was even less clear, but at this moment, holding him tightly, his palms somewhat warm, his eyes filled with a deep longing.

Zhong Daqiao was somewhat stunned.

It seemed like something was off.

Then he heard his second son whispering in his ear, "I so, so, so want you to die, why haven’t you died yet? Are you waiting for me to kill you with my own hands? Then you’d better stay alive and well!"

Zhong Daqiao suddenly widened his eyes.

Disbelieving, he looked up at Zhong Shaoqing who had tears in his eyes.

At that moment, Zhong Shaoqing let go of him and even wiped away a tear, using a choked voice loud enough for others to hear, "Daddy, being away from you for so long, I’ve come to realize just how good you are to me, so, I pray every day for your good health and long life! Once I’m well, I will definitely take really, really good care of you, Daddy!!!"

The last few words were indeed spoken slowly and deliberately.

Zhong Daqiao just couldn’t keep up.

His mouth hung open, but he just didn’t know what to say.

Uncle Lew reacted the fastest, although he didn’t know what had happened, he had a feeling there must be something going on here.

Not knowing the current state of the street opposite, he was anxious, yet everything in front of him seemed normal, as if unaffected by the earlier disturbance.

Uncle Lew was somewhat puzzled.

But he still spoke up in time.

"Ah, Shaoqing has grown up so much after going out, it’s really gratifying..."

"Yes, yes, I’ve always heard Chairman Zhong complain about how his second son is so ignorant, acting crazy every day, but now it seems the illness has really made him sensible."

"Indeed, he’s really handsome and polite."

"Truly, rumors are not to be trusted; everything is false until you see it with your own eyes."

The crowd was all talking at once, whether sincerely or not, or just there to watch the excitement, all this made Zhong Daqiao, who had just come to his senses, feel like he had a fishbone stuck in his throat.

What on earth had happened, why had this brat changed like this?

Instinctively, he stepped back and stared at Zhong Shaoqing, who was still wiping his tears with the back of his hand, feeling that all this must be an illusion, a dream, right?

How could it be real?

The group that had come to cause trouble and chant slogans counted twelve in total, and they too felt a sense of unreality.

They had twelve megaphones.

The plan was for the leader to shout first, and then the others would follow suit.

After all, some of them hadn’t even memorized the name of the person they were supposed to be shouting at.

They never imagined that, after the leader had shouted just once, he’d be suddenly struck on the forehead by a mud ball.

Then the mud balls came at them like rain, some hitting lips and some eyes.

But they didn’t hurt, those that hit the eyes just made them blurry.

Song Yunuan couldn’t see what was happening on the other side, but she could feel the direction of the noises and knew these people wouldn’t be scattered in the crowd but would be standing together.

To avoid hurting innocents, the mud balls had speed but no force.

Getting one in the mouth meant nothing more than ending up with a mouthful of dirt.

At that moment, Song Yunuan stood opposite them, she squinted her eyes and looked at these people.

Then, she triggered two memory fragments on one of them.

Oh, it turned out to be the henchmen of someone called Brother Liang.

And this Brother Liang was actually the senior disciple of a big shot known as Sixth Master.

As these two images flashed by, Song Yunuan understood what they were up to.

It turned out they had planned to sabotage the welcome for this group of people, but not to the extent of truly angering them.

They were targeting Song Yunuan and not the Song and Dance Troupe One.

Song Yunuan smiled slightly.

She felt quite proud of herself.

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