Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 239: The Lu Family’s Honorable Name

East District, according to the address on the property deed, Xu Qinghuan quickly found the house registered under Song Wanlin’s name.

A two-entry courtyard, it seemed to be regularly maintained, tidy and spotless.

Before Xu Jing’an became an officer, the Xu Family had been poor farmers for eighteen generations, deeply rooted in revolutionary tradition.

When Xu Jing’an was eighteen, after serving in the army for only two years, a flood struck his hometown, killing both parents, and his young sister was swept away by the waters. It wasn’t until Xu Liqun came to the army to find him that he learned he was all his brother had left.

He pulled some strings to get his brother into a mechanical factory as an apprentice and later made every effort to help him become permanent staff.

When Xu Liqun married Wang Mingxia, he sent all two hundred yuan he had saved as a betrothal gift, and later gave Xu Liqun a bicycle ticket he had saved for a long time.

So, this house should have been acquired by Song Wanlin herself. Xu Qinghuan never intended to claim Song Wanlin’s wealth. Since she didn’t acknowledge this woman as her mother, she naturally wanted a clear separation.

At this moment, she came to the house to look for something.

Xu Qinghuan took the shovel Jiang Xingye brought over, pried open two floor tiles beside the main bedroom’s cabinet, and started digging.

Jiang Xingye offered to dig for her, but she refused, "No need to dig too much, just a small box, and it’s filled with things..."

As she spoke, the shovel touched the box. Xu Qinghuan slowed her movements. After finding the outline of the box, she pried around it, and once it was free, she stepped aside.

Jiang Xingye wobbled the box slightly and pulled it up, bringing it out.

Opened, it was filled with letters, and a few small trinkets, such as keychains, a turquoise-carved mouse, or a bookmark inscribed with "Missing you, unseen."

No need to think further, these were definitely gifts from a man to Song Wanlin.

Xu Qinghuan read the letter’s content under the faint beam of a flashlight, "Lin, my love, it has been three days since I last saw you. I miss you to the bone, can’t sleep at night, always thinking of you;

You said I am your light. In the night, when I’m not by your side, how will you brighten yourself?

Or have you found another beam of light, no longer needing me to illuminate your heart.

But how can I let myself go? Without you, I want to do nothing. You are also the light in my life..."

"Lin, I saw you leave with another man, laughing and talking. At that moment, my heart hurt so much it stopped my breathing. I know I have no standing, but I still want to ask, who is he to you? I know he isn’t Xu.

Am I about to be abandoned by you? I know I will end up just a passerby in your life, but can I stay a little longer by your side, Lin, my love, my life, my light, I love you so much, do you love me the same?"

"Lin, my love, I will never forget the time by the river with you in my arms. At that moment, I truly felt my world was complete. I wish we both could stay in that moment, where your eyes only had me, and my heart only had you..."

...

Xu Qinghuan felt suffocated and disgusted looking at these letters.

The signature of every letter read "Yours truly, Qingli, who belongs only to you."

No wonder, a reporter from a newspaper, specialized in dealing with words.

Xu Qinghuan speculated that Song Wanlin kept these letters because maybe these words once deeply moved her heart!

Xu Qinghuan checked the dates on the letters, they were concentrated within a year when the protagonist was about one and a half to two and a half years old. That is to say, Song Haiwang once had a foot on Lu Ranglian and held a lingering affection for Su Qingli.

Xu Qinghuan found a piece of cloth in the cabinet, wrapped the box, and carried it in her hand.

Jiang Xingye restored the area. There was a hole left, and the floorboards didn’t quite fit back, but it didn’t matter, as she didn’t plan to hide the matter from Song Wanlin.

"Shall we head back to the Lu Family?" Jiang Xingye asked.

"Mhm."

Xu Qinghuan picked out the latest letter from among them, during which Song Wanlin had definitely become entangled with Lu Ranglian.

"Lin, you really don’t want me anymore. I saw you with that person again, you two were so intimate, doing the things you once did with me. Lin, you know, I’d rather I were dead;

Why didn’t you end my life last night, so I wouldn’t be in this much pain now? Lin, can you hear my heart’s cry? It’s begging you to come back. It says without you, it dies..."

She placed the letter on Lu Zongsheng’s bedside table, ensuring he would see it as soon as he woke up.

Indeed, Lu Zongsheng saw it. Early in the morning, his face turned beet red with anger, and his hand holding the letter trembled uncontrollably.

Old Madam Lu was frightened when she saw this, "Old man, old man, don’t scare me, what is that letter? Don’t read it, stop reading it first."

She tried to snatch the letter, but Lu Zongsheng raised his arm to avoid her, reading with a dark face, saying nothing.

Then, his eyes closed, and he fell backward, nearly giving her a heart attack.

Old Madam Lu hurriedly rushed out shouting, "Ranglian, Ranglian, come down quickly, something happened to your father!"

Lu Ranglian thundered down the stairs, two buttons on his white shirt still undone, rushing to his parents’ bedside. The old man hadn’t passed out yet; he handed the letter to Lu Ranglian, "Look at it, I want to hear your explanation!"

Lu Ranglian skimmed through it, and the more he read, the angrier he trembled. Just then, Song Wanlin entered the room, and he turned around and slapped her with a crisp sound.

Song Wanlin was stunned by the slap, already filled with anger, now unable to hold it back, "Lu Ranglian, have you gone mad?"

Lu Ranglian shouted angrily, "I’m mad! If I weren’t mad, would I have married a harlot like you?"

Song Wanlin was bewildered, but fortunately, Lu Ranglian was a reasonable man and slapped the letter onto her face, "Look, take a good look, you, you, you take a good look!"

Lu Ranglian was so furious he could barely speak.

Song Wanlin unfolded the letter, her expression worsening with each line she read.

In an instant, one side of her face bore a red handprint, while the other was as white as a sheet, her lips trembling, holding the letter as if it were something filthy. With a cry, the letter fell to the ground.

Old Madam Lu tried to pick it up to read, but Song Wanlin reflexively stomped on it, hitting the old woman’s hand squarely.

"Ah!" shrieked Old Madam Lu, snapping Song Wanlin back to her senses. Before she could lift her foot, Lu Ranglian’s palm hit her hard, sending her sprawling and hitting her head against the cabinet.

Song Wanlin couldn’t believe it.

Was this still her husband?

Lu Ranglian helped Old Madam Lu up, whose hand was red and swollen, showing how much force Song Wanlin had used.

The old man was furious yet composedly said, "Our Lu Family maintains a clean reputation. How could we let such an unchaste woman into our home?"

Song Wanlin stared at him in disbelief.

The old man cast her a disdainful glance, "Back then, your husband gave his life, and I let you in because you were a widow, your husband was a martyr. In light of your status as a martyr’s widow, I agreed."

Who would’ve thought, you’d be involved with three men at once!