Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 236: I Might Be Considered a Good Lover

Chapter 236: Chapter 236: I Might Be Considered a Good Lover

"Since you are her elders, talk to her nicely. It’s fine if she doesn’t accept me as her mother, but she shouldn’t pick a worthless scoundrel just to spite me. It’s a lifetime of happiness, it deserves..."

"Huanhuan is back?" Aunt couldn’t listen anymore. At that moment, Xu Qinghuan returned, and with a simple greeting, Song Wanlin’s words got stuck in her throat. She turned her head and stared at her, nearly choking.

"Worthless? Scoundrel?" Xu Qinghuan held Jiang Xingye’s hand and stepped forward, "What counts as worthy? Like the Lu Family, who are never satisfied and always looking elsewhere? Who is the scoundrel here? Do you even know what a scoundrel is?

Let me tell you, a scoundrel is like Lu Ranglian, who only toyed with comrades’ wives when comrades went to war, so obsessed with a slut that it cost him his original spouse’s life, that’s what a scoundrel is!"

"Shut up!" Song Wanlin was so angry she lost her mind, shot up, and rushed in front of Xu Qinghuan, raising her hand to slap her.

Xu Qinghuan didn’t move; Jiang Xingye gripped her wrist firmly, his eyes cold and staring at her, "Try touching her once!"

Song Wanlin struggled a bit, but Jiang Xingye’s hand held her like an iron claw, and she couldn’t break free.

"Xu Qinghuan, shut up! If you keep spouting nonsense, I, I, I..."

Xu Qinghuan pointed at Song Wanlin’s face, which had long lost its luster like a wilted flower, "I’ve told you not to come claiming maternal ties with me, has the Lu Family fallen so low?

How could Lu Ranglian be so useless? Within just a few years, you can’t even spare your ex-husband’s daughter to solidify the Lu Family’s status via marriage with me?"

"Xu Qinghuan, shut up!" Song Wanlin jumped up like crazy in her high heels, "You ungrateful thing, you refuse to acknowledge me but spew such nonsense here?"

"Acknowledge you? Are you worthy?" Xu Qinghuan signaled Jiang Xingye to let her go, "My father was truly blind to have married you. You are the heartless one, the daughter of a capitalist. Back then, my father gave up promotion opportunities to protect your whole family. And you?

In just a few days, you couldn’t resist, betraying my father, fooling around with other men. You’re worse than the girls of the Qinhuai River back then. Recognizing you as my mother would tarnish my surname."

Xu Qinghuan was truly angry. The entire Huo Family was present at this moment, but she didn’t care, "Song Wanlin, you’ve repeatedly crossed my line. Initially, I considered letting you pass away gracefully for my own sake. Now it seems you don’t even deserve that!"

Song Wanlin sneered, "Xu Qinghuan, you are just like your father, unaware of your limits. Who do you think you are, letting me die! Sorry, even if you refuse to acknowledge me, you crawled out of my womb regardless. What, you want to change your surname to Huo?"

Xu Qinghuan smiled, "Unnecessary, it was just borrowing your womb. I am still me, unrelated to you! I’m curious to see how much Lu Ranglian really loves you;

Meanwhile, a friendly reminder, Lu Ranglian has a subordinate named Yao Tinghe, twenty-eight, studied overseas, young and beautiful, well-educated, truly irresistible compared to a capitalist’s daughter like you."

Witnessing Song Wanlin’s face losing all color, she let out a gentle laugh like the devil, leaning closer, "I heard they are pretty intense in the office. Miss Yao, having seen the world, has skills that drive your man mad, secretly calling her a little demon!"

Xu Qinghuan lowered her voice, the rest in the living room didn’t hear, but Jiang Xingye, being close, did hear without quite understanding.

Some things he only understood later.

Song Wanlin took two steps back, face full of fear, "You’re lying, you’re deceiving, how do you know?"

Xu Qinghuan lifted her eyelids, "Am I lying, talking nonsense? Why not check for yourself? As for how I know, do you really have the right to ask?"

She pointed at Song Wanlin’s face, now aged ten years, "Look at that face, what do you think comes to Lu Ranglian’s mind when he sees it? Wants to vomit?"

Song Wanlin retreated two more steps, stubbornly raising her chin, but she believed Xu Qinghuan’s words deep down, with bitterness and anger.

She turned to look at Shen Xiuqin’s face, jealousy like a venomous snake gnawing at her heart, especially after hearing about Shen Xiuqin’s rejuvenation, wanting to confirm whether Xu Qinghuan lived there, thus came.

Shen Xiuqin looked at least twenty years younger.

And her own face, Song Wanlin cautiously touched it, truly wishing to swap this skin.

Xu Qinghuan strode past Song Wanlin, who didn’t even say goodbye, rushing straight out of the Huo Family.

Shen Xiuqin hurried forward a few steps to greet Xu Qinghuan, "Huanhuan, don’t feel despair, child. Just forget her, you have a godmother who loves you, don’t be sad!"

Xu Qinghuan wasn’t sad at all, "Godmother, I’m not sad, nothing to be sad about. Between parents and children, it’s just a bond, maybe malignant, maybe benign. I have my father, that’s enough. As for her, not seeing each other for over ten years, she’s a stranger anyway."

Her words made others even more sorrowful, Shen Xiuqin even shed tears, and the elderly also had tear-filled eyes.

Aunt wiped her tears while bringing tea to the two, gazing at Xu Qinghuan, not knowing what comforting words to say.

Huo Zhenqing got up and went to the study, not coming out for a long while.

Shen Xiuqin hurriedly said, "Oh, right, Huanhuan, come have a look. I bought gifts for your Grandma Jiang, Grandpa Jiang, Uncle, Aunt, and your brother and sister-in-law from the Jiang Family, see if there’s anything missing so I can buy more tomorrow morning."

The train ticket is for tomorrow afternoon at two-thirty.

The gifts were mostly clothes and shoes, as well as some food—Yan City’s famous assortment plus some dried goods.

This season, roasted duck and such are not well-preserved.

However, the package surprisingly included twenty pounds of rice, catching Xu Qinghuan off guard.

"Godmother, why is there food?" Xu Qinghuan was genuinely puzzled. Shangjiang Team grows grain, relying on allocation for sustenance in the city. Why would they need to carry food from the city back?

"Grandpa and I saved some of our provisions, all good rice. Your Grandpa Jiang and Grandma Jiang wouldn’t dare eat rice. Back then, they hoped to one day enjoy daily rice porridge. Help us bring it back, let them taste the flavor of white porridge."

The old lady’s eyes gleamed reminiscing those fighting days.

The package wasn’t small, Xu Qinghuan hadn’t planned on carrying it back, though not by herself; she still intended to post it tomorrow.

When it was time to eat, Shen Xiuqin sent Huo Yuan to fetch his dad for dinner, but he didn’t come out either, so she went herself, finding the study a chaotic mess.

Shen Xiuqin exclaimed, "What are you rummaging for?"

Huo Zhenqing, while busy, replied, "These days I’ve moved important documents to work. Later, help me search too. That item Xu Qinghuan mentioned, see if we can find it."

Upon hearing, Xu Qinghuan hurriedly went over, flipping through the boxes stacked in the middle of the study checked the bookshelves repeatedly until she casually pulled out a book, an old compilation, with the item Xu Qinghuan wanted tucked inside.

"Godfather, found it, here it is." Xu Qinghuan handed over the compilation and the item together.

Huo Zhenqing flipped through it, the photographs were quite unsightly, with a date imprinted on them. At that time, Xu Jing’an hadn’t yet sacrificed himself. Although the battle at East Mountain Island was fierce, he was still on the battlefield. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Their correspondence was extraordinarily bold, revealing that Song Wanlin and Lu Ranglian were already entangled a year before Xu Jing’an’s sacrifice.

Among them, it touched upon the death of Lu Ranglian’s ex-wife. Lu Ranglian writes, "...I feel guilty towards her, but I am innocent. I can’t overcome my feelings for you, leading to this outcome. I might be a good lover, but not a good husband..."