Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 531: Not an Illusion

Chapter 531: Chapter 531: Not an Illusion

Aunt Xiu probably didn’t reveal her identity, which was somewhat unexpected to Song Yunuan.

So, she really wasn’t acquainted with Lin Han.

And Bian Haiying always acted alone, while the other two rarely appeared together.

At this moment, Bian Haiying stood beside Lin Han, holding a piece of paper, reciting something with great emotion and emphasis.

Were these members of the Prose Society gathering?

Song Yunuan hadn’t joined any clubs yet.

However, many clubs had approached her, such as those focused on academic research—this was because Song Yunuan was the top student in the province, so her academics were certainly strong.

Then there were drama clubs. Song Yunuan had a good image; she was beautiful yet approachable. People naturally liked beautiful things, and it was thought that Song Yunuan’s image was one of the best in university. If she could join their drama club, it would be quite remarkable.

But Song Yunuan had declined them all.

The main reason was that she might not have time lately.

But she didn’t rule out the possibility of having more free time after the National Day holidays.

Having glanced once, Song Yunuan walked past the small grove.

On her way to the school’s main gate, passing by the cafeteria, she saw Lin Haoze looking around.

Seeing Song Yunuan, his eyes lit up, and he ran over with a mix of hops and skips, his eyes sparkling as he called out, "Sister Little Nuan!"

"Are you out of school?" Song Yunuan asked.

"Yes, yes, I’m out of school now. There’s something going on at school tonight, so we didn’t have evening self-study. My mom made dumplings, sour cabbage and pork filling—they’re really delicious. My mom asked me to invite you over to our place for dumplings."

Since that hotpot meal, this was the fourth time Lin Haoze had sought out Song Yunuan.

The two of them had quickly become familiar with each other.

Without lingering at the cafeteria entrance, Song Yunuan simply walked and talked with Lin Haoze: "Your Brother Huai’an is waiting for me at the main gate to have dinner together. Why don’t you come out with me and have fun?"

Lin Haoze was stunned for a moment, seemingly unable to process the invitation.

After Song Yunuan repeated herself, he covered his mouth in surprise, started stamping his feet on the spot to express his joy, and then lowered his voice, "Sister Little Nuan, do you know? These past few days I’ve felt like I’m dreaming, like Brother Huai’an I met that day was just a figment of my imagination."

"At the main gate in a bit, you’ll be able to see him again, and you should be able to confirm whether it’s a fantasy."

Song Yunuan said, smiling.

Gu Huai’an probably wanted to see her alone, not with a third wheel along, but to be frank, if Lin Haoze were with them, Gu Huai’an would actually feel more at ease.

After all, she had no plans for romance at the moment, and Gu Huai’an, being such a perceptive person, must have sensed her detached thinking.

The two of them were still lacking some chemistry.

In fact, Song Yunuan wasn’t sure what exactly was missing herself.

After his excitement, Lin Haoze hesitated and said, "But my mom is making dumplings right now."

"Don’t you live with Grandma Lou and Youngest Aunt? And there’s your dad, too. Let them have the dumplings, and you come out and play with me."

Lin Haoze didn’t know what to say from excitement.

Going out with Sister Little Nuan, seeing Brother Huai’an—oh my goodness, it was unbelievable!

He quickly said, "Then I’ll run back and tell my mom to make fewer, actually, Grandma Lou and Youngest Aunt... they’re not at home. They went to my second aunt’s place, and my dad said he’s busy with work, has to do overtime and write something, he won’t be back until around ten."

"Wait for me at the main gate, Sister Little Nuan, I’ll be right back."

Then the young boy dashed off like a bullet.

Very soon, his figure disappeared from Song Yunuan’s sight.

Song Yunuan turned her head and glanced toward the direction of the small grove.

At this moment, Lin Haoze’s dad was merrily enjoying himself there with a group of people. Could this be what he called working overtime on writing?

That excuse wasn’t too bad, actually.

After all, even for the Prose Society, writing was indeed required.

Song Yunuan quickly walked out of the campus.

Gu Huai’an’s car was parked not far across from her.

At this time, he was talking to Song Ting.

Song Ting, holding a tote bag, stood next to Gu Huai’an’s car. Upon seeing Song Yunuan, her eyes lit up, and she waved vigorously at Song Yunuan. It had been a long time since she had seen Little Nuan. She had managed to get some nice things that Little Nuan could use and hurriedly came to deliver them.

But this item couldn’t be seen by others at the main entrance.

She said to Gu Huai’an, "Huai’an, I have something to discuss with Little Nuan. Wait a moment, ok?"

Unaware of what her youngest aunt had brought, which couldn’t be seen by others, Song Yunuan reminded Gu Huai’an that Lin Haoze would be coming later to join them for dinner.

Song Ting pulled Song Yunuan aside and opened the canvas tote bag she was carrying. Song Yunuan saw that it was neatly packed with sanitary pads.

Song Yunuan was currently using handmade sanitary cotton made by Xia Guilan.

It was made of cotton cloth that had been boiled in hot water and fresh cotton.

Song Yunuan, somewhat extravagant, didn’t bother to wash the used cloths and simply threw them away.

Xia Guilan had made plenty for her, and just when she had arrived, her youngest aunt had also brought her more than twenty, which she had made during her spare time with new cotton.

Domestic production of sanitary pads was not yet available in the country.

However, they had been available abroad for some time, but the quality varied greatly.

While in Xiangjiang, Song Yunuan had seen some being sold in a shop, but they seemed poorly made and unsanitary, not as good as what Xia Guilan had made, so she didn’t buy them.

Song Ting whispered to her, "Little Nuan, I got these through someone I know. I checked them, and they are made of high-quality materials both inside and out. They are better than the sanitary cotton we make ourselves. Look, if you tear this off, it can stay in place..."

Then she told Song Yunuan that it was nearly half a year’s worth of supplies.

Song Yunuan noticed a touch less fragility and a bit more determination and responsibility in her youngest aunt’s expression.

There was no need to say thank you to her youngest aunt. Song Ting zipped up the tote bag and asked whether Song Yunuan was going straight to dinner with Gu Huai’an, or if she wanted to take the items back to the dorm first.

"No one knows what I am carrying, so after dinner, Brother Huai’an will take me back," Song Yunuan replied.

Then Song Yunuan asked, "Youngest Aunt, are you joining us for dinner?"

Song Ting shook her head, "I’m going to the Murong family. We agreed a few days ago. Oh, and Grandma Lou asked when you had time; she said to come over to her place, and she’ll make you something delicious."

Song Yunuan felt that she was still very busy. She remembered something and asked her youngest aunt how Wang Xiuniang was doing.

"Her eldest son took her back home, gave her some money, and that was the end of their relationship. They wrote an affidavit too."

Actually, breaking off their relationship was easy for those two: one was divorced, and the other had no children involved.

After delivering the sanitary pads to her niece, Song Ting rode away on her bicycle,

while Gu Huai’an took Song Yunuan and an excited yet nervous Lin Haoze to a restaurant for dinner.

This wasn’t just any restaurant; it was a famous large restaurant in Beidu named Beidu No.1 People’s Restaurant.

Lin Haoze’s hands were clenched together in excitement.

This time he was finally certain that his encounters with Brother Huai’an were real, not a fantasy.