Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 49 - How is she so sure her dad is a good person_1

Chapter 49: Chapter 49 How is she so sure her dad is a good person?_1

Chapter 49 -49 How is she so sure her dad is a good person?_1

Song Yunuan glanced out the window, then turned her gaze back, “Old Mr.

Ji should be arriving soon; treating the illness is crucial.

We shouldn’t just be competing in a war of words; let’s speak with facts.”

Lin Qing snorted coldly and asked, “How can we speak with facts?

I can’t question my own sister, and who else would dare to ask?

Would you dare to?”

Even without this issue, what if her husband or partner got wind of it, and the seed of doubt was planted, how could they continue with their lives?

Song Yunuan: “Why should my father bear a groundless charge?

Why shouldn’t we ask?

Not only should we ask, but we should hold a public meeting to ask.

Lin Qing, would you dare to bring Wang Dazhi and confront my father directly?”

Before Lin Qing could reply, Song Yunuan scoffed, “You wouldn’t dare because it seems you and Wang Dazhi have reached some kind of unspeakable deal.”

Lin Qing turned red with anger.

It seemed like this was the first time she had been pushed to such a point.

“Fine, let’s do it.

Are you scared?”

“Good.

Tomorrow morning, you bring people to Erdao River Village, and we’ll wait for you at the headquarters.”

“Why wait until tomorrow morning?

Let’s do it this afternoon!”

“Agreed!”

Song Yunuan readily accepted but then raised an eyebrow and slowly said, “In order to seem more credible, did Wang Dazhi swear a curse that if he lied, he would be struck by lightning and not die a good death?”

Lin Qing looked at Song Yunuan, surprised.

Her heart was drumming, how could she have guessed so accurately?

“Yes, that’s exactly how he swore,” Lin Qing sneered.

“But I don’t believe in swearing oaths.”

“But Wang Dazhi does, really.

Many people believe in such curses because they think there’s a divine presence three feet above their heads, so they don’t swear lightly.”

Lin Qing looked at Song Yunuan suspiciously, “So, you’re saying that Wang Dazhi didn’t lie?”

Song Yunuan: “Of course he lied, but if the curse really came true, it would be Wang Dazhi who dies, not Li Dazhi!”

Lin Qing was stunned for a moment, “What do you mean?”

“You have ways to find out everything; just look into it.

And, speaking of which, I have another condition.”

Lin Qing was mulling over Song Yunuan’s words, Wang Dazhi, Li Dazhi?

She frowned and asked, “What condition?”

“You took your anger out on my little brother and even threw away the candy he kindly gave to Xiujuan.

You must apologize to him!”

Lin Qing, displeased, said, “Why?

You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?

You’re making a mountain out of a molehill.”

She has to apologize to a child?

“Your behavior hurt my brother’s self-esteem, you’ve crushed his faith in doing good to others, and you’ll make him feel like good deeds don’t pay off.

If my brother goes astray because of this, I won’t let you off the hook either.”

Isn’t this a bit unreasonable?

Lin Qing instinctively wanted to retort, but faced with Song Yunuan’s clear eyes, she swallowed and said, “Fine, I will apologize to your brother, but your Song family members must be present this afternoon, and don’t find excuses to run away.”

Lin Qing naturally agreed to such a face-to-face confrontation.

This was a good way to handle matters.

Song Yunuan was new to all this; how could she be so certain that her father was a good man?

If her father was indeed involved in such misdeeds, would he let his own daughter know about it?

Besides, Song Yunuan was a child switched at birth, she had only returned to the Song family for a few days, right?

What could she possibly know!

Song Yunuan must have come to find herself without her father’s permission, and in the afternoon she sent someone to Erdao River Village.

If Song Liang ran away or didn’t show up, that would seal his fate, and she would personally send him to prison.

If Song Liang dared to confront her, one of her worries would disappear.

At least that wouldn’t add to her sister’s troubles.

Otherwise, even sleeping wouldn’t be peaceful.

It could be considered killing several birds with one stone.

As Old Man Song and Song Ting were anxiously waiting in the backyard of the guesthouse, they saw three people approaching from beyond the yard wall.

Song Yunuan, Lin Qing, and Little Xiujuan.

Little Xiujuan ran over, while Little Asheng pursed his lips and turned his little head away.

Lin Qing lowered her head and said, “Little Asheng, I’m sorry, it’s my fault.

I shouldn’t have thrown away your candy, I was wrong, please forgive me.”

Looking into Asheng’s clear, tearful eyes, Lin Qing felt a pang of guilt for her recent behavior, realizing she had been too petty.

It felt beneath her to be nitpicking with a child from the countryside.

Apologizing was no real burden on her conscience.

Asheng, feeling that he was being respected, was not happy.

Sitting on the horse cart, he said, “Sister, that Aunt Xiujuan, she doesn’t think she’s wrong.

She looks down on me; I won’t play with Aunt Xiujuan and the others anymore.”

Asheng might be a food lover, but he was smart and had a keen sense of people’s goodness and badness.

“No problem, my Little Asheng is so cute and so smart, he has lots of friends.

They will all have to line up to play with you in the future.”

Little Asheng imagined it for a moment and thought it sounded wonderful.

Song Yunuan didn’t have time to dwell on what had just happened; she comforted her brother and decided to talk about it when they got home after the shopping was complete.

They hadn’t walked far when someone called out from the roadside, “Isn’t this Comrade Song Ting?”

Old Man Song immediately stopped the horse cart and saw a refined young man standing by the roadside, smiling at them warmly.

Song Ting was startled and recognized one of the judges from the day before.

She hurriedly jumped down from the horse cart and greeted him respectfully, “Comrade Lew, hello.”

Song Yunuan squinted her eyes and also got off.

They exchanged common greetings and conversed politely for a few moments, then parted ways amicably; Song Yunuan, Song Ting, and Asheng went off excitedly to the department store.

Meanwhile, the old man drove the horse cart to deliver shepherd’s purse and firewood to his son.

They had agreed he would come to pick up the three of them later.

But they hadn’t anticipated that the exchange had been observed by Lin Xuezhu and Jia Xuezhu from across the street.

The two were on their way to the county government office, and Lin Xuezhu wore an extremely ugly expression.

With a certain intent, Jia Xuezhu comforted her, “Let it be, no need to be angry or upset.

Men always chase the new and tire of the old; Lew Yuan is just the same.

Song Ting is beautiful and has a lovely voice; if she gets in, she will truly be top-notch.

Didn’t you see how enthusiastic the regiment leader was, or how the quartermaster personally took her to the dormitory?”

Lin Xuezhu’s face had turned the color of an eggplant.

Indeed, many people knew that Lew Yuan of the Cultural Bureau liked the main attraction, Lin Xuezhu.

Grinding her teeth, Lin Xuezhu managed to say after a long while, “I can’t believe there’s no inside story; I’m going to report it.”

Jia Xuezhu was inclined to support her, but on second thought, Song Ting was a village girl no matter what, with unfashionable and worn-out clothes, surely from a poor family background.

Perhaps, she thought, I could win her over.

If I could get her to work for me, that would be a great asset.

Such a girl with a narrow view of the world and little experience could easily be hooked with a few gifts.

Thinking of this, Jia Xuezhu quickly intervened, “Have you forgotten what the regiment leader said at the meeting yesterday?

Let’s go and take care of our business.

You should thank Song Ting; she’s made you see Lew Yuan’s true colors.

Otherwise, if you really married him and later found out he’s fickle, it would be too late for regrets.”

Lin Xuezhu bit her lip; she believed Jia Xuezhu was right about most things, but not about the last part.

She didn’t believe things would still be the same if they really got married. frёeωebɳovel.com