Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 232: Another Siheyuan

Bang!

The old man’s spoon fell into the soup bowl, splashing the soup, and the old woman next to him got splattered.

"What are you doing? If you’re unhappy with me, just say it!" she said, wiping the soup off her face with a handkerchief.

The old man thought for a moment, shook his head, convincing himself, "No, I still trust him. He wouldn’t do such a thing. He has that level of awareness."

Xu Qinghuan was not surprised. If Jiang Zhenguo really had questionable thoughts, he wouldn’t have reached his current position.

But a mistake, even if unintentional, is not without guilt.

In the Battle of East Mountain Island, on a palm-sized piece of land, an entire battalion, including the commander, was buried there. The casualties were severe; it was the biggest defeat since the founding of the country.

And the turning point of the entire campaign was when Jiang Zhenguo had tea with his first love for an entire afternoon.

This was once a setting in the book, but in Xu Qinghuan’s current world, it is real.

She only needed to change a bit of the plot in the book, and the rest of the story would be out of her control. This process of destroying a world and watching it rebuild was both thrilling and terrifying.

In the book, it was Jiang Chengxu who discovered it first. Because of this, after he told the old man, the old man investigated Zheng Qianxia’s identity and found out she was indeed Zhenai Qianxia.

The old man, as if struck by lightning, went specifically to see her. She seemed to know something and slit her throat in front of the old man.

She looked at the old man with tearful eyes, "I love you, and I love my country. I dedicate my loyalty to my country and my life to you, my love!"

But it was all nonsense; she clearly knew she was at a dead end and had no choice but to take her own life.

Just a second before Jiang Zhenguo went to find her, she was still thinking about how to escape, but obviously, she couldn’t escape. Jiang Zhenguo would never let go of someone who deceived him.

Yet with her dramatic death in Jiang Zhenguo’s arms, Jiang Zhenguo could never forget her. Even in the dead of night, he would be overwhelmed with regret and wonder if he would have let her return to her country if he could start over.

Xu Qinghuan was cracking a crab when she got pinched by a claw, and Jiang Xingye took it to help her crack it.

While wiping her hands, she said, "Whether it’s true or not, just keep an eye on the old man Jiang. Watch what he does, and follow the clues to find out."

Huo Fuhai gave Xu Qinghuan a deep look and signaled to Huo Zhenqing with his eyes, and Huo Zhenqing indicated that he understood.

"Huanhuan, your grandfather hasn’t got much for you, but since you like a courtyard house, he’s arranged for one from the government. How about that?" Huo Fuhai said with a guiltless smile.

Xu Qinghuan was at a loss for words, pursed her lips, cleared her throat, "Grandpa, whatever you think is good, is good!"

"It’s also in Houhai, quite close to the one you bought."

The old man took out a property certificate, a key, and an envelope from his pocket and gave them to Xu Qinghuan, "And a thousand yuan. It’s not much, but the country is poor now. Grandpa knows you’re a good child and won’t fuss over these gains and losses!"

Xu Qinghuan couldn’t say much, shook her head, "No fussing, no fussing, thank you, Grandpa!" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

As she opened it, the only solace was that the courtyard was a five-bay one, the kind that would be priceless in the future.

Huo Fuhai looked at Xu Qinghuan, clearly pretending to be indifferent, and laughed to himself like a pig snorting. Playing with his granddaughter was such fun. Grandsons weren’t worth it; the moment they said something wrong, they’d lose their temper, ready to kill with words.

Huo Zhenqing, afraid Xu Qinghuan might really get angry and become estranged from the family, said, "Even though Grandpa didn’t get you much, this was not something just anyone could approve. Your name will leave an impression with those people, which will undoubtedly benefit you in the future."

Xu Qinghuan didn’t expect this; this was more valuable than any benefit. Sincerely, she said, "Thank you, Grandpa!"

She decided on a time to leave and spoke up at the table, "The squad is still gathering the harvest, and Xingye plans to set up a threshing machine factory with the team. It’s a critical period now. My brother’s leg is healing like this; once he finishes the medicine I left, he should be good to go;

Grandma and Grandpa are in decent health at the moment, just need to keep taking medicine. Xingye and I discussed it and plan to go back the day after tomorrow."

Tomorrow, they plan to check out the newly acquired courtyard house, buy some gifts to take home, and leave the next day.

Everyone was taken aback, and Shen Xiuqin asked, "Why so suddenly?"

Xu Qinghuan replied, "Not really sudden. It’s just that the family is harvesting, and Xingye and I have not much to do here, which feels wrong."

Others are busy to death, and they’re idling outside; it just doesn’t feel good.

Shen Xiuqin still wanted to persuade them to stay, but Huo Zhenqing raised his hand to stop her, "Then go back. There will always be another opportunity to return. I’ll make sure you get train tickets."

Xu Qinghuan thanked him.

The atmosphere at the dinner table became somewhat somber.

The old lady instructed Shen Xiuqin, "Take a day off tomorrow and buy some things for the kids to take back as gifts."

Shen Xiuqin replied, "Mom, I know."

The old man and old lady always worried about the Jiang family elders, and surely wouldn’t let them return empty-handed. Jiang Xingye, a man of few words, didn’t bother with cordiality.

At night, Huo Zui lay in bed, listening to the sounds from upstairs. Jiang Xingye lived just above him. He heard him take a shower, then leave the room, going up to the third floor.

As for why, it was self-explanatory.

His heart felt as if soaked in sour water.

He gently wiggled his toes, finding them more flexible than in the morning.

He couldn’t wait to heal his wounds, go to the battlefield, kill enemies, and escape everything he wanted to run from.

Living under the same roof, he dared not even look at that person, fearing that his thoughts would be seen through. Sneaking a glance felt like being a thief; catching the other’s gaze brought a joy that birthed a painful guilt.

He repeatedly warned himself that she was someone else’s fiancée now, his sister, but for the first time in his life, his heart was entirely beyond his control.

Xu Qinghuan emerged with her hair towel-dried when she heard a knock on the door. She opened it to find Jiang Xingye.

"There are some drawings I need you to look at." Jiang Xingye took the towel from Xu Qinghuan’s hands to towel-dry her hair.

Xu Qinghuan sat down on the sofa and looked at Jiang Xingye’s self-designed furniture, drawn on paper. One couldn’t tell these were the works of someone who never learned to draw.

It could only be said that this person’s talent was truly strong.

The furniture he designed looked quite practical. However, limited by his current perspective, it lacked some of the trendy elements from future eras.

"People’s minds are trapped now; they’re somewhat confused. All past traditions were overturned, while overseas ideas were labeled reactionary and also overturned. But after being trapped for a long time, there will be a pursuit of freedom;

The result of freedom is that anything novel will be accepted. My suggestion is to add some external elements to the existing furniture. What do you think?"

Jiang Xingye helped her dry her hair off the sofa’s armrest, sat down next to her, "If you say it’s good, it’s good."

"Then shall I make some changes to it?"

"Mm, you change it."

With a few strokes, Xu Qinghuan revised it, incorporating a fresh furniture style that blended simplicity with heaviness, rustic yet chic, which greatly impressed Jiang Xingye.