Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 567: She’s the One Who’s Angry!

Chapter 567: Chapter 567: She’s the One Who’s Angry!

Xia Xindong went to a meeting.

This time, the one responsible for interviewing and reporting was Jin Ju.

Upon seeing Xia Xindong, Jin Ju’s eyes suddenly lit up.

Then she walked up to Xia Xindong with a smiling face.

Today, everyone at the meeting was wearing cadres’ clothing; they hadn’t yet switched to wearing suits and ties.

It was Jin Ju’s first time seeing Xia Xindong in cadres’ attire

Graceful, as if he were a noble son who had stepped right out of the Republican era.

He had a unique temperament about him.

It’s hard to pinpoint exactly what it was, but it was certainly unique.

Jin Ju said with a smile, "I know you don’t like giving interviews, so I went ahead and declined on your behalf. I have the materials here, and I’ve sorted them out. Take a look, and if it looks good, I’ll submit them for the editor-in-chief’s review."

Xia Xindong nodded warmly at Jin Ju, then took the materials and read them quickly, at a glance.

He looked at Jin Ju with slight surprise. The quality of her work was high; no wonder she’d become the editor-in-chief of this major newspaper at such a young age.

Xia Xindong’s voice was also warm, and he was open to interacting with those who Little Nuan had pulled onto her side: "It’s fine, no issues."

Those few words still managed to alleviate Jin Ju’s anxiety.

Jin Ju said, "This weekend, I’m treating Little Nuan to hotpot. Do you want to come along?"

Xia Xindong, "Why don’t I treat the two of you instead? I’ve heard from Lu that there’s this old mutton restaurant that’s very authentic."

And so, Song Yunuan received a phone call, saying they would go for hotpot on the weekend.

Although the snow hadn’t started to fall yet, there was already a hint of coldness in the air.

Hotpot was a perfect choice for this weather.

Song Yunuan said she knew the place and could get there by bus, so there was no need to pick her up.

Walking towards the bus station, Song Yunuan hadn’t expected to run into Lin Qing.

Lin Qing finally caught Song Yunuan alone.

She hadn’t realized Yunuan had so many friends.

She was rarely by herself.

And she couldn’t provoke Song Yunuan in front of others.

Yunuan’s tongue was too sharp; if Lin Qing said something too excessive, she wouldn’t hesitate to have her taken to the police station.

Lin Qing thought this Life Corrections System’s feature of converting Anger Points to Luck Points was just unrealistic,

People like Song Yunuan probably seldom got angry.

Her life had been nothing but smooth sailing. Originally a country girl, she should have grown up dark and plain like Qin Siqi in the countryside, but instead, she grew up in a grand courtyard in the provincial city.

Even after being sent back, the Song family’s fortunes improved.

And by some stroke of luck, she even met Gu Huai’an.

With such a journey, what could possibly make her angry?

But, the system said these were its settings, and they could not be changed.

Only Anger Points could convert the fortune over.

Lin Qing blocked Song Yunuan’s path directly.

She lowered her voice and said, "Do you know our country has a mysterious department? I wrote them a letter detailing your brother Asheng’s situation. You don’t have to thank me too much."

Having said that, Lin Qing watched Song Yunuan’s reaction closely,

Not missing any expression on her face.

Song Yunuan looked at her as if she were looking at someone mentally ill, "Lin Qing, you’re talking about the Cultural Customs Management Department, right? I know about it, but they don’t take little children. Besides, who are you to register my brother? I need to make a call to check."

Then, Song Yunuan took out her Dongfang Hong and started calling the Cultural Customs Management Department.

After returning from the seaport, Song Yunuan, on Gu Huai’an’s recommendation, visited this department.

She wasn’t registering or signing up for anything, just going there for a look.

Since no one could outmatch Yunuan’s strength among the team members, they all suggested she try out this department because some secretaries were also on file there.

As a result, Song Yunuan went.

Actually, there is nothing mysterious about this place; it’s just an ordinary office space and a large laboratory.

Lin Qing didn’t even have time to react before Song Yunuan was already making a phone call.

As soon as the call connected, without introducing himself, the person on the other end accurately said, "Is that Little Nuan? What’s the matter?"

The voice was very gentle, and the attitude was good, clearly someone familiar.

Song Yunuan raised an eyebrow, "Do you have my brother’s enrollment information?"

The gentle man replied, "No, why would you suddenly ask such a question?"

"It’s nothing, we’ll talk about it later."

After hanging up, Lin Qing finally caught on, and her face turned red with shame and annoyance as she looked at Song Yunuan.

This was a tactic she’d thought up.

It was also something she’d learned from the system about the existence of such a management department in this country.

Damn Song Yunuan.

How did she even know about this?

Cozying up to Gu Huai’an really does bring many benefits.

Lin Qing could only resort to sarcasm, "Song Yunuan, what’s so great about you? You’re just relying on Gu Huai’an.

Without Gu Huai’an you’re nothing, just a village girl, a country sparrow who thinks she can become a phoenix just by flying onto a branch?

If you’re so capable, then rely on no one but yourself."

Song Yunuan sized up Lin Qing; today she seemed off, and her words were quite strange.

It was as if she was deliberately provoking her.

Why?

Why was she provoking her?

Did she have nothing better to do after getting full?

"Lin Qing, your house burnt down, did your brain get fried too?

If you’ve got nothing to do, you could go see the child who’s still lying in the hospital bed because of your accident, or otherwise care for the neighbors you’ve dragged down with you.

If you’re truly bored, you might as well investigate thoroughly your villa’s fire; was it really just a simple electrical fault?

Could it be that someone purposely played a trick there?

I know even if it was done intentionally, it might not be evident.

You say you’ve got nothing to do, but there’s so much to be done. Why come to me then?"

She followed up by smiling and pointing to her mouth.

"Can you outtalk me? Can you provoke me? Look, look, you’re getting angry, your face is turning the color of an eggplant, not pretty at all, too hideous for the eyes..."

Lin Qing was so angry, she was hopping mad.

Actually, the highest level of a verbal spar seems to be where you say your bit, and I say mine.

"Besides, if you’re really bored, you can rebuild your home. The house burned down, but the foundation is still there, right?

If you can’t afford bricks, go pick up some old ones. In a year’s time, you could probably gather enough for one wall."

Furious, absolutely furious, truly furious.

What does ’gather enough for one wall’ mean?

How can Song Yunuan’s mouth be so sharp, so mean, so annoying, so utterly detestable?

In her mind, Lin Qing angrily called out to the system.

"Listen, listen, what is she saying? What does she mean telling me to go pick up bricks? Even if I’m down on my luck, I wouldn’t stoop to picking up bricks."

"Why aren’t you saying anything? I always said the Anger Point was unreliable. To think of angering Song Yunuan, that’s not so simple. Look how slick her tongue is; I’m the one getting annoyed!"

The system cowered in the corner, not daring to make a sound.

It couldn’t detect any abnormal fluctuations from Song Yunuan.

Yet her aura was extraordinarily strong.

It didn’t even dare to communicate with the host in her presence.