Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 527: Poor and Sour Fellow Villager?

Chapter 527: Chapter 527: Poor and Sour Fellow Villager?

The driver behind the wheel had already seen Song Yunuan standing there.

This road had few vehicles and even fewer pedestrians; with a push on the gas pedal, the car was at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant in the blink of an eye.

Then the car stopped.

More than one car came to a halt.

Another one followed suit.

Gu Huai’an got out of the car, and as the group that was laughing and chatting approached the hot pot restaurant, they instinctively looked back.

The first to let out a cheer was Little Asheng, who was being firmly held by Lin Haoze.

Goodness, big brother arrived just in time.

He’d finally been rescued.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t walk, but after thanking Sister Nuan, Brother Ze had lifted him up again and enthusiastically let him ride on his neck.

This was something he did when he was little; dad said it was called riding "Geng Geng".

But now that he’d grown up, he couldn’t do this anymore.

As he felt awkwardly torn about what to do, big brother appeared.

Sliding down from Lin Haoze’s hold, he joyfully ran up to Gu Huai’an.

Gu Huai’an, however, didn’t pick him up, but smiled and gently rubbed the top of his little head.

Luo Shuxiu, on the other hand, was looking at this handsome young man.

She thought her husband was quite the catch already.

But indeed, there’s always someone better.

Compared to this young man, her husband seemed a bit greasy.

But what did this person do?

With his extraordinary temperament and the scene at that moment, one could tell he was no ordinary person.

He even felt unapproachable.

Then Gu Huai’an greeted Old Mrs. Song, who introduced him, "This is our fellow townsman from Nanshan County Town. He used to work in Willow Tree Village, so we’re practically family. And yes, she’s now working in the logistics department of Beidu University. You and Little Nuan can call her Aunt Xiu. We’re just about to eat hot pot—are you fellas done eating?"

Gu Huai’an was merely passing by as he had an important meeting to attend.

Gu Huai’an was pleased that Old Mrs. Song allowed him and Little Nuan to address her as Aunt Xiu, so he greeted her joyfully, without any sense of burden.

Although Gu Huai’an was very casual and friendly while talking to Old Mrs. Song, Luo Shuxiu was somewhat nervous at the time.

Lin Haoze, standing next to her, suddenly widened his eyes and opened his mouth, but despite moving his lips, he failed to utter a single word.

Then, he obediently and cleverly stood by Luo Shuxiu’s side in silence.

Gu Huai’an was rather surprised.

This young teenager was quite clever; he must have guessed who Gu Huai’an was, but considering the current environment, he remained silent.

Gu Huai’an smiled at the young man, "You’re Little Ze, right?"

Little Asheng quickly answered, "Big brother, his name is Lin Haoze, and his nickname is Little Ze, ’Ze’ as in the one with three drops of water."

Lin Haoze nodded vigorously and excitedly said, "Yes... yes, my name is Little Ze."

At this moment, Secretary Xiao Wu had already come out from the hot pot restaurant, nodding lightly to Gu Huai’an.

Gu Huai’an arrived in a hurry and left in a hurry; after exchanging a few words with Song Yunuan, he drove away.

It wasn’t until they entered the firepot restaurant that they realized they could eat whatever they wanted, Secretary Xiao Wu had already made the arrangements.

Lin Haoze glared at Song Yunuan with wide eyes, his voice lowered but unable to conceal his excitement as he asked, "Sister Little Nuan, is he the Gu Huai’an who developed Dongfang Hong?"

Song Yunuan nodded calmly, "Yes, that’s him."

Lin Haoze clenched his fists tightly, "Then I met him today, can I tell my classmates?"

"You can tell them, but I don’t know if your classmates will believe you," she said.

Lin Haoze regretted, "If I had known I would meet Commander-in-charge Gu today, I would have brought my diary for him to write a few words in it."

Luo Shuxiu finally came to her senses over there, realizing that Little Nuan wasn’t ordinary, far from ordinary in fact.

She wasn’t ignorant, of course, she knew who the person who invented Dongfang Hong was.

They didn’t have a TV at home, Lin Han said it would affect Little Ze’s studies, but they did have a radio.

She had heard the news on the radio, along with other related news.

Not long ago, they went to Xiangjiang for a press conference, and now many people in Xiangjiang have abandoned foreign ones and switched to our Dongfang Hong.

Lin Han had once said enviously that Dongfang Hong had already taken the lead in the world, and he believed that in the near future, Dongfang Hong would be known all over the world.

Now anyone with a Dongfang Hong in their hands not only had convenience, but it was also a symbol of identity and status.

And here she was, seeing the developer in person, who even called her Aunt Xiu.

My goodness, the belatedly aware Luo Shuxiu felt like screaming; this developer of Dongfang Hong even invited her to eat hotpot.

He also specifically told the two boys to eat to their hearts’ content, the secretary had already arranged everything.

Is this the impoverished countryside relative in the stereotypical image held by my mother-in-law, youngest aunt, and even Lin Han?

Snort, they have no idea, I wonder what their faces would look like if they knew.

After eating their fill, Song Yunuan drove the mother and son home, and as for herself, she had already asked for leave from the principal.

It couldn’t be helped, she couldn’t find Qian Anna, so she had to ask the principal for leave.

Because tomorrow Kurt Gymm was going to send a fax, and after no objections, he was going to sign the agreement.

And she might be the only college student who asked the principal for leave to run an errand.

Song Yunuan dropped Luo Shuxiu and Little Ze off at the back gate of the family quarter, Old Mrs. Song held Luo Shuxiu’s hand, inviting her to visit their home when she wasn’t busy, adding that it was just her and her little grandson at home, very quiet.

After Song Yunuan drove away, Luo Shuxiu didn’t enter the yard immediately. She pulled on her son, who was full but unable to hide his excitement, and whispered a warning, "Don’t mention that your Sister Little Nuan has a house, a jeep, and Gu Huai’an, alright?"

As Lin Haoze was contemplating how to show off to his grandma and the others, he heard this and asked, puzzled and excited, "Mom, why not say it? Haven’t they always looked down on your country relative for being poor? They even said she couldn’t afford meat.

Does Sister Little Nuan look like someone who can’t afford meat?

And she has such an impressive jeep too, Mom, even the license plate is different from others.

My dad only has a bike that clatters when it’s ridden, and there’s big brother, the founder of Dongfang Hong, who let me call him Brother Ze. I, I, I... if I tell them all this, they will never dare look down on Sister Little Nuan or pick on you again."

Luo Shuxiu was silent for a moment, feeling that her son had a point,

But she still said, "Your grandma has strong self-pride and is thin-skinned, but your youngest aunt has a thick skin and loves to boast. She even said she could fit into this sports outfit you’re wearing.

If she knew that your Sister Little Nuan’s family owned a clothing factory and she asked Little Nuan to sell her clothes cheaply, what would we do?

If she knew Sister Little Nuan also knew a high-ranking official like Commander-in-charge Gu, and she asked Little Nuan to arrange a job for her, what would we do?"

Lin Haoze fell silent too; he knew his youngest aunt was capable of doing something like that.

Actually, it wouldn’t really be a problem to arrange a job for the youngest aunt with Dad’s ability and connections.

But the youngest aunt was truly too lazy; she was extremely picky about work places. Her conditions were: it couldn’t be far from home, the bike commute couldn’t be long, the work couldn’t be hard or troublesome, no one should care about being late or leaving early, there should be chances to go out shopping anytime, and preferably there was a canteen so she wouldn’t have to go home for lunch...