Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 54 - I shouldn’t have hit you, can you forgive me_1
Chapter 54: Chapter 54 I shouldn’t have hit you, can you forgive me?_1
Chapter 54 -54 I shouldn’t have hit you, can you forgive me?_1
At the moment when the hostility in the Song family’s eyes was palpable, Song Yunuan yanked Lin Qing toward her, and just as Azhong was about to step forward to intervene, Old Man Song and a few others surged up and blocked Azhong’s path.
Old Mrs.
Song said coldly, “It’s just two young ladies talking, what are you, a grown man, meddling for?”
Azhong also stopped in his tracks.
An odd feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.
Why did it feel like a chill was running down his spine?
Song Yunuan and Lin Qing stood very close, their gazes locked.
The chill in Song Yunuan’s eyes made Lin Qing’s heart skip a beat.
Just as she was about to struggle, she heard Song Yunuan say, “My grandparents are bent on suing, so the best way to stop them from going to Beidu is to forever shut them up.
Lin Qing, this would be the third life taken.”
“My dad met with trouble, my grandparents met with trouble, naturally, the Song family demands an explanation, but how can the Song family, with their limited power, compete with you, Lin Qing, who has connections reaching the heavens?”
“You would use him to deal with the Wang family, the ones seeking revenge, you would leave them with no place to bury their dead.
Who else is left?”
“I look so pretty, and I’ve enjoyed a superior life for seventeen years in the Qin family, whether directly or indirectly, everything that has harmed me is related to you.”
Song Yunuan grabbed Lin Qing’s hands, staring at her, word by word, “Lin Qing, your hands are stained with the blood of the Song family, you carry the lives of more than a dozen Song family members on your back, Lin Qing, how should I seek revenge on you?”
Lin Qing’s mind was in turmoil.
“Maybe years from now, you’ll realize that something’s not right.
Maybe you’ll learn the truth from your sister and feel guilty.
Perhaps you’ll mutter to yourself, ‘I’m sorry!'”
Before she could finish, Song Yunuan suddenly let go, but with an unstoppable sharp force, she slapped Lin Qing twice, then kicked her to the ground.
The sound of the slap was crisp and loud.
Almost no one had time to react.
Azhong hurriedly approached, his heart skipping a beat over the speed of it all.
He immediately checked Lin Qing’s face and breathed a sigh of relief.
The young girl didn’t have much strength; not even a red mark was left.
He helped Lin Qing up.
Finally reacting, Lin Qing covered her face, and in a furious rage, she screeched, “Song Yunuan, what the hell are you talking about?
None of that has happened.
You actually dared to hit me over things that haven’t occurred, I’ll fight you for this!”
Lin Qing was also a girl, naturally infuriated from being hit.
She was someone who even dared to slap her stepmother, and now having been slapped by Song Yunuan, she shook off Azhong and lunged to tangle with Song Yunuan.
Song Yunuan leaped back, blinking her eyes innocently, “Ah, it hasn’t happened yet.
I actually started to believe it as I thought about it.
I’m sorry, oh, Comrade Lin Qing, I shouldn’t have hit you, can you forgive me?”
Meanwhile, President Huang, Song Liang, Accountant Li, and a few others were discussing matters.
Hearing Lin Qing’s shouting from the courtyard, they all rushed out in a swarm.
Song Yunuan clenched her hand; using such force had its uses.
The outside didn’t show any swelling, but the pain was intensely burning.
However, she hadn’t exerted too much force with that kick, for she would have been responsible if she had caused real damage.
Upon hearing his fiancée’s shouts from the courtyard, Su Junze also ran quickly toward the scene, scared.
Lin Qing only felt a burning pain on both sides of her face.
It wasn’t just her face that hurt, her abdomen felt uncomfortable as well.
Yet at that moment, she found her hands held by an apologetic Song Yunuan, who looked at her with tear-filled eyes and said sincerely, “I’m sorry, Sister Lin, I lost control just now.
I apologize to you; please don’t be angry with me, okay?”
Song Yunuan didn’t give Lin Qing a chance to react.
With an uncertain yet persistent grip on Lin Qing’s hands, she continued, “Sister Lin, I’m young and inexperienced, please don’t hold this against me.”
Lin Qing: …
To be honest, Lin Qing’s mind was buzzing at that moment, and she had not sorted out her thoughts, mainly because what Song Yunuan had just said was terrifying, giving her the intense feeling that it had all truly happened.
Her heartbeat was incredibly frantic at that moment.
Then Song Yunuan pursed her lips, unable to find the words to say.
President Huang was very dissatisfied with Lin Qing.
So what if you’re rich and powerful?
Do you think it’s amazing to keep complaining to higher authorities?
Is your family’s connections so great?
This guy’s meddling caused Song Liang to lose his position as team leader, and he got criticized several times because of it.
This year, the Sunflower Commune can forget about being selected for any honors.
There’s also the relief grain that’s supposed to arrive tomorrow, but just now Deputy County Mayor Zhao said it’s still on the road.
Apparently, there was a landslide on the mountain road and it’s blocked.
He didn’t even dare to think whether the news was true or not.
Looking at Lin Qing and then at the pitiful little girl from the Song family, he said, “Comrade Lin, to forgive when one can is a virtue.
The young miss is still immature and doesn’t understand much.
You are a few years older than her, don’t stoop to her level.”
Su Junze gave a nod to the President Huang, who smiled insincerely, and while pulling Lin Qing away, he said to Song Yunuan, “Alright, what’s done is done; we won’t impose any further.”
Su Junze sure knew how to handle situations.
He said to Old Mrs.
Song, “Elder, my elder sister has moved her household registration and won’t be coming back.
She asked me to thank you.
She said she has troubled you and is grateful for your protection over the years.
She will remember it.”
Old Mrs.
Song sneered deep down.
Remember it?
No way!!!
The angry Lin Qing was coaxed and persuaded away by Su Junze.
Song Yunuan stood there with a beaming smile.
Song Ting felt that she had learned something.
Her eyes sparkled as she clenched her right fist and struck her left hand, exclaiming, “Oh, Little Nuan can beat someone and still leave them with no words to complain.”
Impressive, truly impressive!
In the brigade headquarters, President Huang was looking at the IOUs from the Wang family, some even dating back eight years, and he felt at a loss for words.
He had to tell Song Liang that the commune had specially formed a task force to clear the debts, because this year was different from the past.
By year’s end, there wouldn’t be many work points left.
After President Huang had left, Song Liang stood in the brigade headquarters, deep in thought.
He felt the leaders’ criticism was justified.
He indeed lacked decisiveness, often tried to smooth things over, and with such a manner, how could he fulfill his daughter’s wish to become rich?
But humans are strange creatures.
For example, Song Liang suddenly felt an unusual emotion that was different from his usual days.
He examined himself, critiqued himself, and his normally underused brain seemed to be oiled and whirring into action.
Meanwhile, in the office building of Dragon Aviation Nanshan branch base, Gu Huai’an sat silently behind his desk, looking at the distressed Chu Zizhou.
Chu Zizhou listlessly hung up the phone, faced the composed Gu Huai’an, and with a hoarse voice said, “Huai’an, I might not be able to return to Beidu.”
“Xiaomin and Shaomin had a fight, and Xiaomin drank poison in a fit of anger.
She was just resuscitated this morning but is still unconscious.”
“My elder brother said it’s a good thing she was found early.”
“My grandfather called me a useless troublemaker who can’t do anything right.”
Chu Zizhou, irritated, grabbed his hair and roared, “But I feel wronged too, those bastards encouraged me to throw a dance party, and now that there’s trouble, how come it’s all my fault?”
