Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 238: Clearing Out the Lu Family

Huo Zhenqing patted her shoulder reassuringly, "I didn’t do well earlier either. She’s grown up all alone, no one has ever made decisions for her, or managed her, so she’s not used to having someone pointing fingers."

The elder Huo stood up, "Follow me!"

After speaking, he entered the study, and Huo Zhenqing quickly followed him in. As soon as the door was closed, he heard the elder Huo say, "This time we’re expanding the election, put the eldest of the Qin Family on the candidate list."

Huo Zhenqing was taken aback, "Dad, as far as I know, the Lu Family is approaching Qin Zhengyuan, probably to recruit him."

Huo Fuhai said, "Lu Family recruiting, will Qin Family accept? They can at most offer some benefits to the Qin Family in certain respects. Neither Qin Zhongyi nor Qin Zhengyuan is short-sighted; they want long-term benefits, not some meager gains."

Lu Zongsheng has aged; his health hasn’t been good these past two years, and he’s increasingly losing spirit. Like Huo Fuhai earlier, he spends most of his time resting at home, lacking the energy to handle many matters.

He has had to hand over many authorities to Lu Ranglian. Lu Ranglian appears respectable outside, but if it weren’t for Xu Qinghuan’s words, even Huo Zhenqing wouldn’t know that he actually has an affair with his subordinate female officer.

He’s hidden it quite deeply.

Given the current situation of the Lu Family, Lu Ranglian indeed can’t offer what the Qin Family wants; he’s doing well to maintain his candidate position.

As long as Lu Zongsheng is alive, the official position won’t fall to Lu Ranglian. If Lu Zongsheng dies, whether Lu Ranglian can secure the position vacated by Lu Zongsheng will depend on his skills.

As for Huo Zhenqing himself, at least he doesn’t need to rush for now. The elder’s energy is improving day by day; if he can live another twenty or so years, Huo Zui will have grown up by then.

He felt relieved and started planning to get Qin Zhengyuan onto the candidate seat.

Song Wanlin returned home and heard the elder’s coughing sounds. She hadn’t even had time to put down her bag when Ye Xiumei came out, saying, "Sis, you’re back just in time. Dad is coughing again, go quickly and make some pear syrup for him."

It seemed like a regular occurrence, nothing she hadn’t seen before, but in that moment, Song Wanlin saw mockery in Ye Xiumei’s eyes.

Does everyone in the family know, except for her?

Even Xu Qinghuan knows, who doesn’t know?

Did Shen Xiuqin tell Xu Qinghuan? If Shen Xiuqin knows, does everyone know?

Is everyone laughing at her?

Perhaps, others talk behind her back, saying she’s purely getting what she deserves, that what Yao Tinghe did today is what she once did, but she was even worse, trampling Xu Jing’an’s dignity on the ground.

But why couldn’t she?

Even though Xu Jing’an married her, he doesn’t love her; he married her just because she asked, driven by the so-called soldier’s righteousness in his bones.

After she gave birth, he cast her aside, focusing only on spoiling the child, never caring about her feelings.

When she is unhappy, he only stays silent, never asking a single question.

But when the child cried, dirtied himself, or peed, he would rush faster than a dog.

This is why she increasingly dislikes Xu Qinghuan. If it weren’t for Xu Qinghuan, Xu Jing’an wouldn’t ignore her, and she wouldn’t have quickly transferred her affections.

Lu Ranglian came back in a seemingly good mood, habitually tossed the folder in his hand onto the coffee table, then sat on the sofa, shouting to Song Wanlin who was busy in the kitchen, "Bring me a glass of milk!"

After speaking, he crossed his legs, leisurely reading the newspaper.

Song Wanlin remained expressionless.

At night, the two lay on the bed. Song Wanlin tilted toward Lu Ranglian, he impatiently pushed her away, mumbling, "Go to sleep!"

Song Wanlin lay flat on the bed, suppressing her complex emotions.

After a while, when Lu Ranglian was sullenly drifting into sleep, she reached over and touched him.

No matter how unwilling Song Wanlin was to believe Xu Qinghuan’s words, she had to suspect; she knew too well what Lu Ranglian’s condition should be.

Soon, Lu Ranglian was snoring, occasionally smacking his lips, dreaming vividly.

Song Wanlin was wide awake, eyes fixed on the ceiling, unsure what to think or what she could think, until a faint cool aroma reached her nose, leading her slowly into slumber.

The door clicked lightly, followed by a slender figure sneaking inside. She glanced at the two separated by a divide on the bed, smiled mockingly, then started rummaging.

Using the dim light of a small flashlight, Xu Qinghuan found a property deed for a house in the East District, about ten miles away, under Song Wanlin’s name.

This was precisely what she was looking for.

In the drawer were some cash and Song Wanlin’s jewelry. She spotted a butterfly brooch made of white pearls that looked somewhat old.

Originally, Xu Qinghuan had no intention to take any money, but now she wanted to take this pearl butterfly brooch because Xu Jing’an had bought it with the allowance he earned after achieving a personal second-class merit, as a gift to Song Wanlin.

That year, the original was only one year old.

Song Wanlin was not deserving of keeping the gift Xu Jing’an gave her.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Xu Qinghuan decided to take all the cash from the drawer and put it all into her space.

Jiang Xingye guarded the backyard, following Xu Qinghuan’s instructions, digging soil with his back hunched. With a soft thunk, the shovel hit the stone slab, exciting Jiang Xingye even more.

He looked up at Xu Qinghuan, his shovel cleared the soil off the stone slab, and with a forceful push, he flipped it open, revealing a passage leading underground.

The two didn’t hurry down. After a while, Xu Qinghuan threw a burning candle inside, and when the flame didn’t extinguish, she let Jiang Xingye guard above while she went down.

The underground area was vast, almost the size of a basketball court, stacked full of boxes—all made of Zitan wood, just like the Jiang Family’s, filled with gold bars, jewelry, or ancient books and paintings.

This era had toppled certain things; those so-called feudal artifacts they collected were all piled here.

Xu Qinghuan didn’t hold back, putting everything into her space.

She took a wad of cash from the last box intending to give it to Jiang Xingye, but reconsidered and put it back.

He wouldn’t want it.

After coming up from underground, Jiang Xingye didn’t ask anything. He placed the stone slab back, covered it with soil, then asked, "Where are we going?"

"To East District, we’ll be back later," Xu Qinghuan stated.