Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 462: Open the Skylight a Bit More

Chapter 462: Chapter 462: Open the Skylight a Bit More

Song Yunuan seemed not to see the scenery around her, nor the people surrounding Shangguan Heng.

She calmly surveyed the scene.

First, she noticed several bodyguards staring at Xia Xindong with malintent.

Then she noticed their covert glances.

Afterwards, her gaze fell on Shangguan Heng’s somber face, and finally, she looked towards a door in front of her.

The door was open, with no light coming through, so she couldn’t see what was inside.

But this was the place where her cousin grew up.

Xia Bowen was actually feeling quite nervous.

This place was not like the ground level; it felt like an underworld.

Now that they had come, what else could they do?

If it really came down to the wire, he would have to ensure Little Nuan’s safety at all costs, as she was just a little girl after all.

The head of the bodyguards received a message from the chairman, instructing him to act as he saw fit.

What did that mean?

Just these three people, representing the old, the middle-aged, and the young, required them to act as they saw fit? Wouldn’t it be a matter of seconds to eliminate them on command?

He could wipe them out with his eyes closed, with a single finger; was there really a need to bring thirty bodyguards?

Xia Xindong was not at all calm; his heart was not exactly tumultuous like a stormy river, but it was certainly uncomfortable.

It was as if something had been shut away in his heart, now furiously howling to escape.

The place was too painful.

Despite becoming numb, memories unique to a five-year-old child made this place feel as dark as night.

He glanced at Little Nuan, who seemed not to be afraid since he had something that Shangguan Heng desperately wanted.

With that in hand, Shangguan Heng wouldn’t dare harm her.

Moreover, Uncle Lew and Old Master Gu were aware of their trip.

Besides, Little Nuan had already discussed the plan with him: tonight was about getting revenge and shedding some blood, nothing more.

At this moment, Shangguan Heng felt eager inside.

His heart had been filled with resentment, but now in his own territory, different thoughts arose.

He looked at Song Yunuan, who was composed and graceful, then at the other two, all displaying calm expressions, giving no hints of their thoughts.

Should he just kill them all here?

But just then, Song Yunuan, who had been standing some ten steps away, suddenly closed the distance in just a few steps, as if it took less than the time to inhale.

It happened so fast that Shangguan Heng didn’t even manage to step back.

Shangguan Heng felt his breathing become constricted.

In such an atmosphere, she really was like a ghostly apparition.

Song Yunuan blinked her watery, large eyes with bewilderment, "Chairman Shangguan, we’re just here to look around. With so many bodyguards of yours not entering, why gather them all here? Do you have other intentions?"

Song Yunuan was quietly poised, seemingly oblivious to the danger from all sides.

Just as Shangguan Heng was about to speak, Song Yunuan’s voice, soft and resounding, sentence by sentence, sounded, "Chairman Shangguan, what are you thinking?"

Shangguan Heng hurriedly signaled the head bodyguard to retreat with the other guards.

He didn’t dare to gamble, he simply didn’t dare.

His face turned sour, and he took several deep breaths before calming down.

Xia Xindong had already pushed the door and gone inside.

Song Yunuan followed him in.

As soon as Xia Xindong turned on the lights, Song Yunuan saw the room clearly.

The triggering of the scene brought to mind a similar setting, but seeing it in person was even more shocking.

The concrete walls were patchy and mottled, an iron bed stood in the center of the room, with no windows around, just a small skylight at the top of the enclosure.

Xia Bowen clenched his hands tightly. This place was worse than prison, it was like hell on earth.

Song Yunuan’s eyes grew colder.

She wasn’t here for a simple visit.

She turned around with a smile and looked at Shangguan Heng, "Chairman Shangguan, the conditions here are truly excellent. My uncle has been living here for thirty years, how should I thank you?"

Shangguan Heng unconsciously stepped back.

The bodyguards surrounded him.

Song Yunuan didn’t move but turned her head to look at Xia Xindong and said seriously, "Uncle, now that you’re working and earning money, you should repay Chairman Shangguan Heng, who raised you through hardships here."

Xia Bowen gnashed his teeth.

He didn’t move, waiting for Little Nuan and Xia Xindong’s next move.

The two of them must have arranged something in advance.

Xia Xindong nodded in agreement, "Little Nuan is right, we should really thank Chairman Shangguan."

As Xia Xindong spoke, he moved forward. Shangguan Heng, frightened, stepped back, but the bodyguards blocked the door.

Suddenly it was packed tight.

Xia Xindong stopped in his tracks, his ominous gaze fixed on Shangguan Heng, this old thing.

Song Yunuan stomped her foot with anger, "This room is already poorly ventilated, and if you block the door like this, the air will become even more foul. Ah, my breathing is getting difficult."

Song Yunuan, pointing at Shangguan Heng and fuming, exclaimed, "Don’t block the doorway; I can’t breathe."

As she spoke, she took two steps at a normal pace towards Shangguan Heng’s position.

Shangguan Heng, scared, stepped back again, but didn’t move away from the door.

Song Yunuan widened her eyes, "Chairman Shangguan, your heart is too venomous. Are you trying to suffocate the three of us in here? Ah, I’m so angry. Why do you always force me to do things I don’t like to do?"

Song Yunuan turned and walked towards the iron bed, kicking over the rust-covered bed, then took out a pair of gloves from her bag and explained to Xia Xindong, "The bed is covered in rust; it will dirty my hands."

Xia Xindong asked, "Do you need my help?"

Song Yunuan shook her head, "No need, step back a bit. Don’t worry, Chairman Shangguan’s plot won’t succeed; we won’t be suffocated. Fresh air will come in soon."

Shangguan Heng, standing by the door, truly had no idea what to expect.

What was Song Yunuan going to do?

What did she mean by fresh air coming in soon?

The next moment, under Shangguan Heng’s horrified gaze, Song Yunuan effortlessly dismantled the iron bed, twisting the two triangular iron frames together as easily as if she were twisting hemp.

Afterward, Song Yunuan went to poke at the small window in the ceiling.

This was underground, but not very deep.

It wasn’t far from the surface; otherwise, no sunlight would have come in during the day.

With a loud bang, bits of cement and brick showered down.

Song Yunuan struck again, and a faint beam of light shone down from the ceiling.

The moon was full tonight, and although the air looked misty, a wave of warmth surged into the room.

The hole wasn’t very large but had doubled in size from before.

Song Yunuan looked satisfied. She turned back to look at Shangguan Heng with a sinister smile, "There, that’s better, we won’t suffocate now. Fresh air is coming in."

The bodyguards thought they were hallucinating.

Everyone who saw it was filled with disbelief.

This must be a dream, right?

Who could have such incredible strength to dismantle an iron bed with their bare hands?

And then to puncture the thick roof as well?

This can’t be real, can it?

The next moment, Song Yunuan, holding a long iron rod, reached toward the doorway and precisely pulled Shangguan Heng out from the crowd.

Then she effortlessly swept him into the room.

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