Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 483: Dark Under the Lamp?

Chapter 483: Chapter 483: Dark Under the Lamp?

Song Yunuan felt that she was the benefactor of Sixth Master and Little Lanxiang.

If it had been a few days later, a terrible tragedy might have unfolded.

Now, fortunately, before the tragedy, Sixth Master found his daughter.

And Little Lanxiang escaped the clutches of evil.

Song Yunuan took out paper and a pen and began to write. As she wrote, she said, "This is the name of my company. I plan to open a branch in Xiangjiang. I have no other demands, just that Sixth Master gives it some attention when he has time."

But Sixth Master was hardly in a state to think clearly at that moment.

His face pallid, he took the paper with trembling fingers, then remembered Bazai, who had his leg broken.

He didn’t remember having such a person under him.

That must mean he was an insignificant nobody.

How... How could this happen?

Why, why, why?

Why did it all happen right under his nose?

Twenty years, and he knew nothing.

Suddenly, he looked towards Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan slowly said, "If you’re suspicious, you could go do a paternity test. That method is quite authoritative. Also, your son doesn’t resemble you much; he looks like his mom, but his eyes are exactly like yours."

Sixth Master had always been calm and composed, unaffected by any disturbances.

He had never been like an ant on a hot pan, somewhat at his wits’ end.

He stared blankly at the assured Song Yunuan, not sure if he had heard her words just now.

Song Yunuan had no choice but to urge him again, "Although your son Bazai is not in a life-threatening condition, it is still better to bring him back sooner rather than later. Also, why don’t you make some calls individually?"

Sixth Master was then jolted back to reality.

He roared again, summoning people to come in—with another round of instructions, he started to make phone calls, his hands shaking so much he could hardly hold the big ’brick’ phone.

Despite his rational belief that Song Yunuan might be lying, using it as an excuse to take the money and run,

emotionally, he believed the young lady was telling the truth.

He had been looking for the two children all along.

All these years, he had been filled with regret towards his wife.

She hated him, wished him dead, but if he had died, the children would have been even more hopeless.

He could only keep forging ahead desperately because by doing so, he would have more capacity to search for his children.

Regrettably, even though he went abroad, he found not a single piece of information.

He never imagined that his two children had been right under his nose all along.

Was this what they meant by ’the darkest place is right under the candle’?

Every time he thought of their ordeal, his heart ached as though it was shattered.

Sixth Master’s lips trembled, striving to control himself from shaking.

Seeing his state, Song Yunuan decisively took out her Dongfang Hong phone.

She asked for Sixth Master’s phone number, but Sixth Master, confused, couldn’t remember a single digit.

It was Song Yunuan who looked up the phone book. She first dialed the nightclub’s front desk.

Her voice was crisp and clear, "Sixth Master wants to speak with you."

Then, she positioned the Dongfang Hong phone towards Sixth Master.

She even activated the speakerphone.

This was a feature inherent to Dongfang Hong.

It was also incorporated based on some concepts provided by Song Yunuan to Gu Huai’an, where Song Yunuan even contributed constructive suggestions.

So, after hearing a respectful greeting of "Sixth Master" from the other end, Sixth Master yelled with all his might, "Tell Old Du to bring Little Lanxiang to the front desk unharmed immediately. If there’s any mishap, I’ll have your heads!"

The other side was taken aback for a moment, then, frightened, quickly agreed.

Song Yunuan put away the phone.

She said to Sixth Master, "What follows is your family business, which I don’t have time to get involved with. Just a friendly reminder: the misfortune of your son and daughter, and your wife, isn’t so straightforward. There are hidden layers here.

Because there is someone behind the scenes.

Their purpose is to make your wife suffer unbearably."

"But you should also thank the mastermind behind the scenes for not killing your children."

"On the other hand, to send your own daughter to that place, if she really became one of them, you, Sixth Master, should know best what sort of place it is."

"Had I not come today, with Sixth Master’s intelligence, you could probably imagine the irreversible tragedy that would’ve ensued."

"Either way, that person’s too cruel. Sixth Master, you have your ways of finding things out, so you investigate. I won’t be offering any help, it’s too late and I need to leave."

Song Yunuan picked up her handbag full of money.

She then swaggered out of Sixth Master’s office.

She kindly reminded the bodyguards at the door, "Sixth Master seems unstable, keep a close eye on him and prevent any incidents."

Bodyguard: ...

We’re supposed to watch you, not our boss.

But today was particularly eerie.

The boss clearly wasn’t himself.

But it wasn’t directed at this young lady, it seemed like something else.

The ones by the door were all trusted by Sixth Master.

They had vaguely overheard the boss instructing Biaozi to do that task.

Bazai, Little Lanxiang?

Who are these two?

Why did the boss look like it was the end of the world?

Over the many years, we’ve never seen the boss lose his composure like this.

However, it wasn’t without precedent, five years ago, when a message was received that the Young Miss and Young Master had been found in a foreign place.

But they were already dead.

At that time, the boss was just like this.

Later, it was confirmed that they were not the Young Master and Miss.

About Little Lanxiang, he didn’t know.

But Bazai, he knew.

An orphan, who had begged for a living since childhood, was introduced here but refused to do certain things. As per the rules, both of his legs were broken.

Now, it was uncertain whether he was dead or alive.

The hearts of those close confidants started to feel unusually uneasy.

It felt like a storm was coming.

At this moment, Song Yunuan, wearing a black face mask and hat, dressed in a black lightweight tracksuit,

her shoes were also black.

She was carrying her handbag, which was filled with today’s gains.

Even though Song Yunuan walked unhurriedly on the street, her pace was extremely quick.

As she was about to approach the Lew family’s hotel, a shadowy figure rushed towards her from afar.

Since her senses had evolved to be superhumanly sharp after harnessing energy, especially in the silent night,

the oncoming shadow was being chased by Brother Lu and her uncle.

But in the blink of an eye, the shadow had already run up to her.

In the split second she hesitated, Song Yunuan kicked the figure flying straight at her.

You could tell at a glance he was trouble.

So rushing over, Lu and Xia Xindong saw Song Yunuan, who should have been asleep at home, standing with a bulging handbag, her foot pressing down on the chest of a fake deliveryman.

In the dim light, her eyes shone brightly as she smirked at them, clearly pleased with herself.

But what could they do at that moment?

They had to take the fake deliveryman back with them, never expecting the man to be so tight-lipped,

as if adhering to some kind of confidentiality rules.

The old man looked at Song Yunuan with an indescribable expression, "Are you some kind of night owl?"

But he knew this girl must’ve been up to something big.

In a few days, they would likely find out exactly what that was...

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