Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 593: The Magical Arrangement

Lin Qing suddenly seemed like a ruffled hen.

Her eyes widened, and her breathing became unsteady, as if accusing her of fancying Xia Xinshan was an insult.

The two were very close.

Pinned down by Song Yunuan, she naturally struggled.

But who could have thought those delicate, fair, seemingly soft hands would render her immobile?

Anger and fear intertwined.

Suddenly, Lin Qing furrowed her brows and involuntarily touched her belly.

And it was at this moment that Song Yunuan seemed to sense an energy different from the strength in her own hands.

This energy wasn’t attacking her.

Was it trying to hide or escape?

There really was something there.

Right inside Lin Qing’s head.

This was really miraculous.

It was as if her strength and triggered scenarios were one and the same.

However, when Song Yunuan saw Lin Qing furrow her brows, she quickly released her.

Pregnant women come first, she wasn’t that heartless.

Lin Qing glared at Song Yunuan and lowered her voice to demand, "What are you doing?"

Song Yunuan patted her shoulder and said gently, "Nothing really, I just wanted to see what you’re constantly thinking about inside that head of yours."

Lin Qing’s hand rested on her abdomen.

Remembering something, she hastily stepped back.

Said to Song Yunuan, "Don’t touch me; I have a child in my belly."

Song Yunuan smiled, "I know, congratulations on becoming a mother."

There was a moment of silence in the room, and then Lin Qing snapped angrily, "Song Yunuan, what nonsense are you spouting? How could I possibly take a fancy to your Eldest Uncle?"

Song Yunuan, "What’s wrong with my Eldest Uncle? Honest and upright, always kind to everyone, even when Whang Xiaoman went too far, he never laid a finger on her.

He treats the two children that my Eldest Aunt brought into the family as his own, works hard and complains little at my dad’s factory, and is especially filial to my grandma, never talking back to her, and shows great respect to my Eldest Aunt.

Such an Eldest Uncle, finally having a new life, you meddle like a shit-stirrer. Tell me, aren’t you being destructive?

If we talk about grudges, my Eldest Uncle has nothing to do with you, you and Meng Zhaolin are neither kith nor kin, and Meng Zhaolin’s wife has never offended you either.

People act with a purpose, and I can’t think of any other reason for your actions except to disgust me."

Lin Qing: ...

This Song Yunuan, not only is she beautiful, she also has a sharp tongue.

Lin Qing simply sat down.

Hanging her head in silence.

But her hand remained on her belly.

Speak the truth?

That was surely not an option, yet she couldn’t argue with Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan said, "Thankfully my Eldest Aunt is firm-willed and wasn’t deceived by that disgusting scumbag, otherwise, even if I let you off, my grandma wouldn’t spare you!"

At this moment, Lin Jia in the living room saw that Old Mrs. Song’s eyes were reddened, insisting on staying for a meal on her day off.

Xiujuan, looking up earnestly, said, "I haven’t seen Little Asheng in such a long time."

Old Mrs. Song heaved a sigh.

If she knew nothing, that would be fine, but she knew everything. She couldn’t bring herself to let her grandson associate with Xiujuan as good friends.

But after all, this had nothing to do with the child.

So she said, "...Actually, if he were home, he would definitely have come with me to see you today. On his third day at Beidu, Grandpa Gu took him away, saying he would stay in the north district for a while to get some exercise, as he was worried Asheng would become a little fatty."

Xiujuan blinked her eyes and then, covering her mouth, chuckled softly.

Song Yunuan came out one after the other with Lin Qing, both of them smiling brightly.

Lin Jia hurriedly glanced at her younger sister.

Lin Qing smiled back at her.

But clearly, the smile seemed forced.

With a sigh, Lin Jia realized she was becoming less and less able to understand her younger sister.

She always felt there was something separating them.

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Kurt Gymm arrived in Beidu.

It was Zhong Shaoqing who picked him up from the airport and arranged everything securely.

After reporting to Song Yunuan over the phone, Zhong Shaoqing said, "Kurt Gymm said this matter is no trivial thing. He has a way to procure it, but we need to provide support. The problem isn’t too big, though. He says it’s largely thanks to the destruction of Venom Fang last time. Another particularly important thing is, the research base they’ve taken over—that island is the very one my maternal grandfather bought for my mother..."

Song Yunuan was surprised.

What a coincidence.

In fact, Zhong Shaoqing’s knowledge of his mother’s inherited properties was only on paper; he had never actually inspected any of them in person.

The island was a coming-of-age gift for the Eldest Miss Hai from Zhong Shaoqing’s maternal grandfather when she turned eighteen.

Song Yunuan herself didn’t actually know what the island looked like.

After all, she had never visited it and had no relevant photos.

However, according to Gu Huai’an, the island was quite remote, formerly inhabited by indigenous people, and it was unclear how things were arranged back then.

But looking at it now, it seemed likely that the original inhabitants had all been driven away.

Song Yunuan found it quite incredible.

The twists and turns of life had led to an intricate web of connections.

Song Yunuan: "All right, we’ll talk in detail when we meet tomorrow."

Zhong Shaoqing: "...All right." But then he quickly asked Song Yunuan, "Aren’t you going back to Nanshan County Town for the Spring Festival?"

Song Yunuan: "I’m not going back. Both grandma and my grandma are here, we are celebrating together..."

Pausing for a moment, Song Yunuan said, "If you don’t have other plans, come join us for the New Year."

Zhong Shaoqing’s eyebrows immediately lifted with joy: "Great, great, I’ll come."

Song Yunuan: "Don’t bring expensive gifts, just bring more meat."

There were many kids, and they all loved meat.

Zhong Shaoqing happily agreed, and after hanging up the phone, he told Adah, "Go to the market and order beef and mutton, the kind you bargain for, or buy directly from farmers. Stock up because we’re going to Little Nuan’s family for New Year’s and you two eat so much; it won’t be enough otherwise."

Adah and Acheng readily agreed without any complaints.

Zhong Shaoqing went to his office and put everything Kurt Gymm had said into a written document, preparing to bring it to the meeting tomorrow.

He stood in front of a world map, where the small island was not marked.

It might not have been updated, or there could be another reason.

But the island becoming a secret shipbuilding base was truly unexpected.

If it hadn’t been for the takedown of Venom Fang’s den, if those forces hadn’t been wiped out, even if Zhong Daqiao had given him the island, he wouldn’t have had the capability to take it back.

The difference in power was simply too great.

Little Nuan and Gu Huai’an never expected the results from the time they stepped out together.

Zhong Shaoqing’s expression darkened as he remembered something.

But he quickly dismissed these thoughts and focused entirely on his work.

Tomorrow’s meeting was crucial, and it concerned his island, so he needed to prepare the relevant information.

Unexpectedly, it involved his own affairs, and Zhong Shaoqing was pleased.