Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 93 The Plot that Feigns Innocence_1

Chapter 93: Chapter 93 The Plot that Feigns Innocence_1

Song Yunuan emerged from the provincial capital’s compound only to see her uncle leading Asheng right across the street.

Upon seeing her come out, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Cousin Zheng was at the gatehouse. Seeing Song Yunuan come out, he hurried to follow her, having witnessed the events that had just unfolded.

He had promised to be a good host, naturally, he couldn’t go back on his word.

Song Yunuan smiled radiantly, "Cousin Zheng, my uncle and I are going for a casual stroll, we’ll have dinner at Pagoda Tree Flower Alley tonight."

It was a restaurant in the provincial city that had been around for some time, with few people in the know.

Initially private, it later turned public, and last winter, it reverted to private ownership again.

So, its business hours were different from the state-run restaurants.

Pagoda Tree Flower Alley wasn’t far from here.

Cousin Zheng didn’t insist on false modesty, telling Song Yunuan, "If there’s anything you need, please don’t hesitate to ask."

Song Yunuan knew he was sincere.

What could she, a young girl, have the nerve to ask of him?

Song Yunuan’s voice was soft and gentle, "Cousin Zheng, while my uncle is with me, the unit has also assigned him a task, which is to learn from several furniture factories in our provincial city. I wonder if Cousin Zheng could arrange it? Oh, and we have an introduction letter and certification."

Cousin Zheng readily agreed.

To learn, not to arrange a job.

This was far too simple.

Working at the guesthouse, he dealt with leaders from various units on a day-to-day basis. Frankly speaking, there was hardly anyone he didn’t know.

One might say his network of connections was extremely wide.

Song Nian then followed his niece, leading Asheng for a stroll.

Along the way, Song Yunuan didn’t stop pointing out one place after another.

When finished, she added, "Now Qin Siqi is full of grievances, which is normal. If she hadn’t been switched at birth, she would definitely have grown up in the provincial city. Let’s not even talk about whether you treat her well or not; just the environment of Erdao River cannot compare to that of the provincial city. So, in the future, when you see her trying to get close to you with a smile, please don’t take it seriously."

Song Nian nodded in agreement, understanding the situation all too well.

He only pretended to have seen the world.

The prosperity of the provincial city was beyond his imagination; just stepping into the county seat from Erdao River had felt like entering the capital.

Let alone the provincial city.

Even the street lights there were brighter than those in the county, and the passersby seemed out of reach.

Their spirit and demeanor differed from that of the people in the county.

Not to mention Qin Siqi, what about the countryside children? Left to roam free, how could they compare to the provincial city’s compounds?

The Lu family was something he had never seen before, and the Qin family wasn’t far behind.

If not for the mix-up, all of this should have belonged to Qin Siqi.

The child was naturally bad-tempered and competitive, always insisting on having the largest share, no matter how old she was.

It would be odd if she were nice to them now.

The best thing was not to interact at all.

Song Nian also patted Asheng’s head, "Asheng, you too. Don’t let that sister charm you into losing your bearings with a few sweet words."

"I know," Asheng replied obediently.

As they talked, they arrived at Pagoda Tree Flower Alley.

She was indeed a regular here.

The owner’s eyes flickered when he saw Song Yunuan, but he still warmly called out Little Nuan and asked what she’d like to eat.

Song Yunuan ordered three bowls of shredded pork noodles, large, medium, and small, and a tofu and meatball soup. Hmm, it would be a good meal for the evening.

She also asked Song Nian if it was enough for him.

That was surely enough food—a large bowl of noodles topped with a layer of shredded meat, creamy tofu, and, surprisingly, the meatballs were actually made of meat.

She just didn’t know how much the meal cost.

But he had money in his pocket.

Not to mention the travel expenses, there was also the forty yuan his wife had tucked away for him, and the thirty yuan his father had stuffed into his hand while scolding him.

For his nieces and nephews to eat, he could certainly afford it.

Song Yunuan didn’t argue; her uncle’s habit of insisting on paying was a good one, and she hoped he would always keep it.

The next morning, when Cousin Zheng said he would take Song Nian to the furniture factory, Song Yunuan told her uncle to take good notes, while she took Asheng out shopping. Whenever Asheng got tired, she would carry him for a while, and they strolled around quite a bit all morning.

Song Yunuan bought a watch, finally having a way to keep track of time.

She also bought toothpaste, a toothbrush, and towels.

Then they headed to the bookstore.

On the way, she bought some small pancakes for Asheng.

Asheng sat well-behaved on the chair at the entrance of the bookstore eating, while Song Yunuan went to buy books.

She needed to buy a few books for her uncle.

Learning was definitely something that had to be done.

When the books were brought back and Asheng learned they were for their uncle, he asked in shock, "Sister, the uncle doesn’t study anymore. Why do you still want him to learn?"

"Uncle is like a young tree right now; we need to let him keep learning and slowly grow into a big tree. Even if he can’t shelter us from wind and rain, he won’t become a burden to us."

Little Asheng seemed to understand but still looked uneasily at Song Yunuan and said, "Sister, I will also try hard in the future."

Song Yunuan patted his head, "Hmm, Asheng is the best behaved. Now tell sister, what do you want to work hard to achieve?"

Asheng replied, "I will study hard, find a good job in the future, buy delicious food and pretty clothes for sister, and spend all the money I earn on sister."

Song Yunuan expressed that she wanted to see real action.

Just talking without practicing wouldn’t do.

Asheng’s eyes flickered as he pulled Song Yunuan closer and whispered, "Just now there was an old man who talked to another old man next to me. One of them took out a box with a bottle inside and told the other he spent all his savings on it. The other old man congratulated him, but the porcelain bottle came out just last year. The old man, however, said it was eight hundred years old. They went to that office to have it appraised together before donating it to the provincial museum. If I tell the old man it’s fake, would he give me money? If I had money, I would go to the department store and buy a floral dress for sister."

Song Yunuan pondered and said in a low voice, "When you say ’all his savings,’ could it be that it’s actually just one yuan?"

Asheng scratched his head, suddenly realizing, and whispered back, "Sister, I almost miscalculated. If the old man spent all his savings, then it means he has no money left. Even if I helped him, he would have no money to give me a reward."

Song Yunuan nodded, that was the logic.

Staying out of other people’s business was the right thing to do.

After packing the books into a carry bag, Song Yunuan’s expression became serious.

Asheng immediately became nervous and asked anxiously, "Sister, I didn’t say anything. I just kept my head down and ate my pancake. They don’t know."

Song Yunuan said, "In the future, regardless if it’s real or fake, act as if you didn’t see it."

"Mhm, I promise, if sister is with me, I will tell sister. If sister is not around, I will pretend I don’t know anything and will keep my mouth tightly shut."

Only then did Song Yunuan smile.

Happy, she picked up her brother and kissed him, "Really good."

Little Asheng was so pleased to be kissed by his sister.

But things happened just like that; Song Yunuan set her brother down to pick up her bag. The moment she straightened up, the carry bag swung in a small arc due to her strength, and unfortunately, it hit the knee of an elderly person walking towards the door. The elderly person cried out and fell to the ground, and the box in his hand landed with a thud.

A crisp sound echoed at the entrance of the bookstore.

The box opened up, and a suspected blue-and-white porcelain shattered into countless pieces on the marble floor.

Song Yunuan didn’t look at the pale-faced old man.

Instead, she looked at her brother.

Seeing her brother’s shocked expression, Song Yunuan rolled her eyes internally without saying a word.

Really? Without people creating a ruckus, the plot steps in to create one?