Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 141: Don’t Use My Dad for Sympathy Scams

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: Don’t Use My Dad for Sympathy Scams

Xu Qinghuan sat still, her only impression of Song Wanlin from her original memory was seeing her photos; there was inevitably some difference between the photos and the person.

If Er Ya hadn’t mentioned it in advance, she might not have been able to associate the real person with the photo upon seeing Song Wanlin.

To summarize, neither she nor her original self should have known Song Wanlin.

Song Wanlin had left her when she was three years old, and for the past fourteen years, she had never come back to see her. She deliberately avoided acknowledging Xu Qinghuan as her former daughter’s mark of shame in her life.

Xu Qinghuan withdrew her gaze indifferently and continued eating from her bowl calmly. But Lu Nianying’s eyes reddened upon seeing Song Wanlin, as she yelled "Mom" and rushed toward her.

"Mom, you finally came to see me!" Lu Nianying shouted loudly, afraid Xu Qinghuan wouldn’t hear.

Song Wanlin embraced her, patting gently, displaying a graceful smile on her face made up appropriately, wearing a short-sleeved blouse and a half-skirt, with imported round-toed leather shoes and a petite leather handbag on her arm, exuding an aura of a lady.

In these times, not just anyone could afford a small car.

Dong Xinmin and Jiang Baohua quickly approached, while Liao Yongqiang, who accompanied Song Wanlin, explained their intention to them,

"Comrade Song heard that her daughter is engaged to someone, so she came over to find her daughter. For such a major life event, even though marriage freedom is emphasized now, it still needs to be discussed with family. You can’t have a mother-in-law who doesn’t know the new son-in-law!"

Dong Xinmin stepped back a couple of steps, leaving the main scene to Jiang Baohua.

Seeing that the visitors were not ordinary people, he did not want to get involved.

Jiang Baohua cursed Dong Xinmin secretly as a cunning old fox while smiling, "Is there a misunderstanding? The engagement today is with another educated youth, not Lu Zhiyou."

Liao Yongqiang’s eyes were somewhat dark as he said, "Comrade Song has another daughter named Xu Qinghuan. If today’s engagement is with this Xu Zhiyou, then it’s not a misunderstanding."

Dong Xinmin quickly said, "Yes, it’s Xu Zhiyou, it’s Xu Zhiyou, please, both of you come here, you can speak openly in front of our members."

He’s not afraid of a high stage when watching a drama, delighted to see Jiang Baohua’s face in such a scene, "Xu Zhiyou, your mother has come to see you, quickly come over to speak!"

The banquet dispersed, members were about to leave in threes and twos but stopped upon hearing this, waiting to see what unfolds.

Xu Qinghuan held her bowl as she continued eating, Jiang Xingye nervously watched her, and Qiao Xinyu and others also held their breath for her.

It was Li Shouzhi and his wife who first stood up and walked towards Song Wanlin, both looking her up and down with complex expressions, yet inevitably full of disdain.

In the new society, there’s no concept of someone needing to be loyal to a dead husband, but getting married to the husband’s battle companion less than three months after his death and abandoning the daughter is still quite upsetting.

When Xu Qinghuan approached, Zhang Meifeng hurt even more as she saw her expression was so calm.

"May I ask who you are, madam? Coming up, claiming to be my mother, isn’t it a bit rude?" Xu Qinghuan squinted at Song Wanlin.

Song Wanlin’s heart trembled; she had rehearsed countless scenarios of mother-daughter meeting in her mind, yet never envisioned the current scene.

A seventeen-year-old young girl hasn’t seen her mother for fourteen years, shouldn’t she be moved, aggrieved, and cry with her?

She actually dares not recognize me!

Song Wanlin suddenly became irate, her willow eyebrows raised, and her face darkened, where her beauty seemed diminished from its usual ten to only six or seven.

Yet, in Xu Qinghuan’s eyes, she was just a clown.

Jiang Chengxu squeezed in, "Qinghuan, Aunt Song is your mother!"

In the previous life, although Song Wanlin didn’t contribute much to Xu Qinghuan’s career, the Lu family’s status in Yan City was transcendent; if utilized well this life, their road could be even smoother.

Song Wanlin smiled at Jiang Chengxu, "Chengxu, didn’t expect you still remember Aunt after all these years!"

Jiang Chengxu was excited, his face flushed, "Aunt Song, no matter how many years pass, I remember you, you remain as young as ever, unchanged."

Song Wanlin nodded with a smile, eyes full of appreciation for the young gentleman.

She turned to Xu Qinghuan, "Huanhuan, come to mama!"

This really disgusted Xu Qinghuan, she looked at Song Wanlin with cold eyes, "My mom is dead, who are you acting for?"

Song Wanlin showed a wounded expression, "Huanhuan, though you’ve grown up not by mama’s side, mama never lacked care for you. Mama entrusted your second uncle’s family to look after you, giving 25 yuan of support fee monthly.

You can hate mama, but you can’t deny her!"

Twenty-five yuan a month, members were utterly shocked.

Looking at this lady’s outfit, no one doubted the truth in her words.

Xu Qinghuan frowned, "Your grudges with the Xu family have nothing to do with me, and whether you give them money or not is unrelated to me.

I have a father. Though my dad sacrificed himself, the country gave me support fees. Can’t the 1800 yuan he exchanged his life for raise me?"

This is also why she didn’t act against the Xu family; since the original self had grown up, there’s definitely money spent on living.

She raised her chin, "Besides, I don’t know you, what proof do you have that you’re my mother?"

Song Wanlin was tearful, the hate in her eyes hidden when looking toward Li Shouzhi and his wife, yet appearing as an unrecognized mother. She cried, "Brother Li, Sister Zhang, I beg you, can you please tell Huanhuan that I am her mother?"

Li Shouzhi shook his head, "Sorry, I don’t really know you either!"

Song Wanlin seemed struck by lightning, clutching her heart in dire sorrow, Zhang Meifeng found it unbearable, having always disliked Song Wanlin’s demeanor—good at ensnaring men, yet not conduct befitting a virtuous wife.

But undoubtedly, in any era, virtuous wives suffer the most.

Suddenly pulling Li Shouzhi behind her, fearing her man would be seduced, Zhang Meifeng coldly said, "Who are you, coming to claim relations, wanting to be someone’s mother, are you here as a con artist?"

Song Wanlin cried, "I know you all despised me remarrying back then, but Huanhuan’s dad sacrificed himself, no remains were found. At that time, I couldn’t bear living, let alone taking care of a child.

I attempted suicide several times, but it was my current husband who saved me each time, marrying him was my only option. Huanhuan, forgive mom, okay? With you like this, mom truly can’t live!"

She wept uncontrollably, those with strong empathy shed tears too.

Xu Qinghuan watched her performance quietly, waiting till she couldn’t cry anymore before speaking again, "Anyone truly seeking death wouldn’t fail every time, always waiting to be saved.

I repeat, I don’t know you. My dad is no longer here; please respect the martyr and stop using my dad for leverage!"