Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 116: Who Can Prove They Are Really My Children?

Chapter 116: Chapter 116: Who Can Prove They Are Really My Children?

Xu Liqun returned home and saw the scene of a theft, stunned. Without thinking, he called the police.

The police sprang into action and effortlessly apprehended Xu Hongwei and Xu Hongye.

The two sons had thought, considering they weren’t sure if they were Xu Liqun’s biological children, they might as well steal all the money from home. Even if Xu Liqun didn’t acknowledge them, it wouldn’t matter to them.

With money in hand and a job, whose son you are doesn’t matter.

Who could have thought Xu Liqun would actually report them?

"Dad, we know we were wrong, please forgive us!" Xu Hongwei knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, looking grief-stricken, but in his heart, he hated Xu Liqun to the core.

Xu Hongye, on the other hand, hated Xu Hongwei as well because Xu Hongwei, being the eldest, took most of the spoils, while Xu Hongye only got less than two-fifths.

Finally, Xu Hongwei and Xu Hongye returned the stolen money to Xu Liqun, who then withdrew the case, and the police released them, but both lost their jobs.

When the factory heard that the two were arrested for theft, it didn’t matter if they were stealing from home; the food factory and cinema fired them.

Xu Hongwei’s romantic interest also fell through. Which good family girl would be with a jobless street rogue?

Xu Liqun called Yan City, crying over the phone, "Sister-in-law, how am I supposed to live from now on? Who knows if Xu Hongwei’s three are hers with some other man? Who can prove they’re mine?"

Song Wanlin hadn’t expected the Xu Family to have such a scandal; she had known eighteen years ago that her sister-in-law was having an affair, but it was a card she held in her hand. She didn’t expect the fool to blow up the bomb so quickly.

She was at a critical juncture, initially planning to act when Xu Qinghuan turned eighteen, but now she could no longer wait.

"Whether they’re yours or not is up to you. If you say they’re not yours, what’s your evidence? Do you plan on letting the Xu Family end without heirs? A man must endure minor grievances for great strategy—what do you intend to do?" Song Wanlin said coldly.

This couple really is like the useless A-Dou. Fortunately, her daughter was grown and would no longer need the Xu Family.

Thinking of Lu Nianying’s call to report the situation, Song Wanlin decided she must personally visit the Northeast to see her beloved daughter.

She couldn’t believe a seventeen-year-old wouldn’t yearn for her mother or want to reconnect with long-missing family ties.

While a dramatic scene played out in Shen City.

Early in the morning, Xu Qinghuan was pulled out of bed by Qiao Xinyu and Yu Xiaomin.

"The marriage proposal is on its way, yet here you are, sleeping soundly—is this right?" The two hurried Xu Qinghuan to change into nicer clothes, comb her hair, wash her face, and stay in the room without roaming around.

No matter what, today she had to show some reserve.

Meanwhile, Jiang Xingye couldn’t sleep the whole night. At dawn, he drifted off barely for a moment before being awakened by a repulsive stench.

He sprang up in shock from the bed. Which bastard would splash dung at his doorstep on his wedding day?

He looked around the room, then checked from the front to the back door—all were spotlessly clean—but his nose caught a nasty smell.

He finally realized the stink was coming from himself.

He lifted his shirt and discovered a layer of greasy black grime covering his skin.

Jiang Xingye almost threw himself away. Even in his most impoverished times, he had never been so sloppy.

On the contrary, he was quite the hygiene-conscious and clean young man.

Jiang Xingye quickly grabbed a bar of soap and went to the well to scrub himself multiple times until he no longer smelled.

After changing his clothes, he rushed to his uncle’s house, oblivious that his physical state was different than usual.

"You’re here, Little Five, so early?" Zhou Guizhi saw her nephew looking lively and energetic, "Come in, have breakfast!"

"Aunt, the breakfast isn’t ready yet. How long will it take? I fear if we go late, it’ll seem insincere."

Everyone laughed at Jiang Xingye’s words.

Even Jiang Baohua couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking this nephew had gained some fire and spirit after finding a partner.

For Xu Qinghuan’s beauty and inability to work, the team leader had grown more forgiving.

After He Yuzhen was sent back to her family, she repeatedly sent word, but Jiang Xingyong didn’t go fetch her. In fact, he felt entirely at peace without her at home.

Even the sons seemed to have lightened up.

He wished she would never return.

Breakfast was porridge cooked with the white rice brought by Jiang Xingye and steamed buns made with a mix of flours, with noticeably more white flour this time.

Jiang Xingye personally delivered breakfast to his grandparents in the back courtyard. Though the two elders had difficulty moving, their room was almost odorless and tidily maintained.

Upon hearing about today’s marriage proposal for the grandson, the two elders were in rare high spirits. Grandmother even waved him over and handed him a pair of emerald green bracelets, "For your wife-to-be."

The old lady was a capitalist’s daughter, fleeing to this side when the grandfather rescued her during guerrilla warfare in the deep mountains, and the two became bonded.

The grandfather later went to the battlefield, participating in numerous major battles and achieving legendary accolades.

Seeing the situation turning unfavorable, he returned to his birthplace from Yan City to farm. Apart from former comrades, few remembered him.

"I’ll bring her to see you and grandfather soon," Jiang Xingye accepted the bracelets.

The grandparents were delighted, nodding repeatedly, and as Jiang Xingye left, the grandmother shed tears, "I’ve always said my little Xingye is a good boy, surely a good girl would recognize his merits."

The Jiang family’s men carried a sewing machine, pushed a Phoenix-brand 26 bicycle, while Jiang Xingmei held a Shen City brand all-steel wristwatch, and Zhou Guizhi carried a radio, also hiding five hundred yuan.

The whole family marched to Xu Qinghuan’s house.

The production team’s people all came to watch the spectacle; Dong Aimei looked on, her eyes red with envy.

"Aimei, even city folks rarely have such grand scenes when marrying—it’s amazing! A simple sent-down youth, such fortunate fate? I believe in our production team only you and Xingmei deserve such destinies. How did a sent-down youth come by it?" Zhang Wenyan said.

Dong Aimei glared at Zhang Wenyan angrily, "So what do you suggest?"

"I have no idea what to do, but are you just going to watch all these good things fall into her hands? The ’three turns and one sound,’ just look at that bicycle—probably the only one across the production team, right?"

Though there were several 28-bar frames, this brand new 26 women’s Phoenix bike was no less than a future Porsche sports car; indeed, no second one was found across the production team.

These should’ve been hers!

Dong Aimei was so angry her eyes turned red.

If it weren’t for Xu Qinghuan, today would have been her and Jiang Xingye’s happy day!

And then this lavish blue-brick and tile-roofed house!

Years ago, Jiang Xingye’s father sacrificed himself to save the production team’s goods and people during a time when the whole nation was extremely hard-pressed; the production team, even the commune couldn’t afford funds, nor could the higher-ups allocate them.

In the end, with no other option, the landlord’s estate house was rewarded to the Jiang Family, registered under Jiang Xingye’s name.