Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 82 The Long-Awaited Voice_1

Chapter 82: Chapter 82 The Long-Awaited Voice_1

In the evening, when they returned home, Little Asheng still had tears in his eyes. In the end, he hugged Song Yunuan, his voice choked up as he said, "Sister, if I could go with you, I could still help my sister."

Song Yunuan hesitated for a moment.

Taking advantage of the victory, Little Asheng pressed on, "Sister, I promise I’ll be obedient, and I can take care of myself. Oh, and apart from cooking, I can do everything else, like farming, catching bugs, cutting grass, and feeding horses, you’re not as good as me in those."

The children of the poor took charge early in life.

Song Yunuan felt ashamed.

Indeed, when it came to farm work and household chores, she was useless, not nearly as skilled as Asheng.

She couldn’t even tell wheat from weeds.

Little Asheng added, "Sister, I know you want to protect me and don’t want others to know, but I’m just going to play with you, nobody will find out."

"Sister, wuwu... I really want to go out and play with you."

"Alright, stop crying. I’ll take you with me."

So, Song Yunuan made the decision to take her brother with her. Unexpectedly, there was a call from the brigade headquarters saying Old Mr. Ji would also be bringing Yingying, and they asked if Song Yunuan would like to bring Asheng.

Thus, the Song family had no choice but to agree.

Asheng was sensible and self-reliant. As long as he was given food and prevented from being abducted, he was actually quite easy to care for.

Especially since traveling at this time of year was like sightseeing and enjoying the scenery.

They packed quickly, almost filling a large tote bag. Song Yunuan carried a shoulder bag, and Asheng carried a new backpack.

Made of thick fabric.

They even made one for Yingying.

This was a group action; Old Mr. Ji was coming along, and there were dedicated cars for transport, so they brought quite a bit of money.

Yesterday, the Song family members split up to take action and sold items for a total of 1079 yuan.

Old Mrs. Song, with a heavy heart, gave Song Yunuan 500 yuan, which meant she now had 1100 yuan in hand.

yuan, in ten-yuan notes, did not take up much space.

The remaining 100 yuan was in change.

Having any more on her, Song Yunuan would have refused.

Even if they found something valuable, people wouldn’t sell it.

To tell the truth, Song Yunuan was carrying a lot of money when she left the house.

Old Mrs. Song gave repeated warnings and instructions. When she saw the car that came to pick up Little Nuan and Asheng, she felt relieved.

All military vehicles and soldiers for escort, now she was completely reassured.

Not to mention Old Mr. Ji was there too.

No child dislikes going out to play, and Asheng’s joy was so great he couldn’t stop grinning.

On the way, Song Yunuan asked Old Mr. Ji if he had seen the Jade Ruyi in Lin Qing’s hands.

Old Mr. Ji nodded, "I saw it, it’s the finest jade. Lin Qing said it was given to her by her grandfather through Azhong. It’s an ancestral relic of the Wey Family, originally meant for Lin Qing’s mother. Unfortunately, her mother didn’t obey, insisted on marrying Lin Du, and ended up with the fate of depression and suicide. Now it’s given to her to keep, as a keepsake, I suppose."

"How much is it worth now?"

"Hard to say. It should be no less than one hundred thousand, I guess."

Song Yunuan’s smile beamed, "Grandpa Ji, just what do you do exactly? It seems like you’re a bit of a jack-of-all-trades."

Old Master Ji glared at her, "What’s it to you, is it not allowed for me to be versatile?"

"Does that mean a military general who leaps through ranks and wields his sword can’t write poetry and paint?"

"Can’t a cook who prepares meals play the piano?"

After a barrage of retorts, Song Yunuan promptly shut her mouth.

Then her attention was drawn by the two children.

Taking kids with self-care abilities even stronger than hers was both easy and pleasant.

Clever and adorable kids made her journey very enjoyable.

And so, they arrived in the provincial city of Herr City.

Two groups of travelers convened here.

In the guesthouse of Herr City’s provincial city, Song Yunuan spotted Gu Huai’an at first glance, sitting in the lobby, his head bent over some documents.

[Ah, my dear brother, it seems like fate has brought us together from a thousand miles away!]

A long-lost voice echoed in Gu Huai’an’s heart.

He had thought they would never meet again in this lifetime, yet unexpectedly, they encountered each other again in less than a month.

Despite feeling a wide range of aversions, the elegant Gu Huai’an still had a hint of a gentle smile in his eyes.

The young girl remained the same.

She spoke the most cheerful words with the most serious expression.

"Little brother, what are you doing here?"

"Is it to have a chance encounter with me?"

"Oh, right, I have something to tell you."

But just then, the bubbling, joyful voice came to an abrupt halt.

Old Mr. Ji stood in the hall, beckoning to Gu Huai’an, who had already risen, speaking in a very friendly and casual tone, "Huai’an, come here."

Gu Huai’an put down the document in his hands and walked over unhurriedly, casting an imperceptible glance at Song Yunuan, who was pretending to be a stranger at his side.

What did she want to tell him?

At this moment, no other voices were heard.

Gu Huai’an spoke in a clear voice, "Grandpa Ji, all the rooms have been arranged, would you like to go upstairs and have a look?"

"You take Little Nuan and the other two girls upstairs first, and after you’ve settled in, come down for the meeting. By the way, has Museum Director Feng arrived?"

"He’s already here, he just went to the local archives."

The entire guesthouse had five floors, seemingly more than fifty rooms, and all had been booked by this group.

Old Mr. Ji’s concerns were valid; with such a formation, it was almost a full-scale operation, even if not declared openly.

A team from the museum, specialized in the history of the Western Jin dynasty through archaeological research, and Gu Huai’an, holding the post of history professor at Beidu University, happened to be part of this research group.

However, he would rarely emerge to handle such matters personally.

Being a history professor was only due to someone’s entrustment. When he learned that Song Yunuan had personal involvement here, he volunteered to go and gathered a considerable amount of material.

To his astonishment, the more he researched, the more he felt there was some logic to Song Yunuan’s analysis.

They were accompanied by security and military personnel.

The local government naturally stepped in and even set up a workgroup.

Therefore, if nothing was found, such a massive effort would truly be laughable.

The so-called "shaking the mountain to scare the tiger" did not exist.

Song Mingsheng looked up at the soft-featured Gu Huai’an with a smile and asked, "Should I call you uncle, or big brother?"

Gu Huai’an: "What do you think?"

"That Uncle Chu won’t let me call him brother."

Gu Huai’an tugged at the corner of his mouth: "It’s up to you."

"You’re so handsome, I’d still like to call you big brother."

Gu Huai’an saw Song Yunuan burst into laughter and asked, "Why did you bring Asheng along?"

"Everyone at home is too busy to care for him, and with nobody to watch him, mainly because he cried too much, I had to bring him along. It’s also good that Yingying is here as well, so the two kids can keep each other company."

Gu Huai’an nodded and didn’t continue the conversation.

He took Asheng’s hand and told Song Yunuan that he would take Asheng to the bathroom to freshen up, and after she had settled, they would meet in the conference room.

Yingying was taken into the room by Song Yunuan.

After settling in and coming downstairs, Yingying and Asheng were being looked after. Both children were precocious, so there was no need for adults to worry.

Song Yunuan followed Gu Huai’an into the conference room on the first floor.

When they entered, the room was almost full.

Old Mr. Ji nodded to both Song Yunuan and Gu Huai’an but didn’t bother with introductions, moving directly to the meeting agenda.

After listening to the end, Song Yunuan realized she had underestimated the impact of her letter.

At this point, Gu Huai’an and Song Yunuan were sitting together, along with Old Mr. Ji, as part of the accompanying staff.

But they were not in a leading position.

Sitting next to Song Yunuan, Gu Huai’an, with his upright posture and an air of elegance, saw Song Yunuan looking at him and hooked his lips at her.

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