Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 249: Past and Present

Qin Baifan insisted on following Xu Qinghuan, and Third Master Qin couldn’t keep him, so he just had to let go.

Before leaving, Third Master Qin stuffed five hundred yuan into Jiang Xingye’s hands, saying it was Qin Baifan’s living expenses. Jiang Xingye directly threw the money on the table and walked away without looking back.

Qin Baifan was frightened, tightly pursing his lips, tears swirling in his eyes, afraid Jiang Xingye wouldn’t want him in a fit of anger.

Xu Qinghuan gently patted the little guy, "Don’t worry, brother is not mad at you, brother is mad at your third uncle, it has nothing to do with you."

Qin Baifan glared fiercely at Third Master Qin, crying out, "Third Uncle is a bad egg!"

Third Master Qin laughed in anger, raised his hand as if to hit him, "Say it again!"

"Third Uncle is a bad egg!" After saying this, he ran outside, shouting, "Brother, brother, Third Uncle wants to hit me."

Jiang Xingye was waiting in the yard, and when the little guy rushed over, he reached out to catch him, then held his hand and continued to wait.

Xu Qinghuan said, "Ah Ye can earn money, Fanfan is so small, does he really need so much living expense? You’ve always been taking care of him; now we have a chance to repay you, we’re really happy."

Third Master Qin looked at the big and small in the yard and said, "I haven’t really taken care of him. On the contrary, these years, he’s helped me a lot." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

According to Jiang Xingye himself, he doesn’t owe anyone anything.

Xu Qinghuan left two boxes of medicine, one for Third Master Qin, "It’s good for lung nourishment."

Third Master Qin had suffered serious injuries, affecting his heart and lungs, and wasn’t properly cared for at the time, leaving residual issues. He’s seen famous doctors but with little effect—the consensus being he won’t live past forty.

And now, he’s already thirty-eight.

He looks about fifty-eight.

The other box is for Song Shimian, "Fortunately, during this trip to Yan City, I met someone doing knee surgery, and I prepared some medicine for bone nourishment, which happens to suit your condition."

Neither Third Master Qin nor Song Shimian paid much mind to Xu Qinghuan’s words.

However, after the three walked away, Third Master Qin felt a sudden itch in his chest and wanted to cough, quickly took out a pill and popped it into his mouth.

The pill dissolved instantly, a warm coolness flowed through his chest, suppressing the annoying itch. All along, his chest felt like a heavy stone weighed it down; now the stone was shattered by some force, and he felt relaxed.

The feeling of a serious illness being cured was very apparent, and his vitality increased suddenly.

Over here, Song Shimian also emulated Third Master Qin, mostly not wanting to disappoint the kids’ kind thoughts.

As for whether the pill would poison them, neither thought in this direction.

The pill too dissolved instantly for Song Shimian, as a warmth spread below his legs, waves of chills ran from his bones and through his skin, sweeping away the previous bone-chilling cold and unbearable pain.

The two exchanged glances, seeing surprise in each other’s eyes.

"Xiao Ye’s wife has good medical skills!" Third Master Qin showed his first genuine smile in years.

Third Master Qin was once a small overlord in Yan City. First his fiancée broke off their engagement, then he was severely wounded on the battlefield. His health declined, just surviving was a struggle, let alone bearing dreams of youth.

Over the years, he moved around, finally chose to settle in such a small place.

The place was settled, but the roots never grew.

"Third Master, what did Yan City say when you called them?" Song Shimian’s legs felt much better, and when going up the steps, the leg that always lacked strength now supported him.

"Someone’s restless again! Those bastards don’t care if they lose their lives fighting, but using kids as pawns is despicable!"

Once his physical decline came with ambition, now it’s rising again.

Song Shimian contemplated who it might be, "It’s the time for chaos again, who rises and falls, relations are vital; Yan City isn’t a good place to be now!"

"Someone’s anxious!" Third Master Qin threw the cane, turned around, looking at the mottled sunlight falling on the ground,

"They thought without Huo Zui, the Huo Family would lose a major competitor. When Old Master Huo died, leaving Huo Zhenqing unable to support it alone, plus he’s very mild, within ten years, as long as Huo Chi doesn’t grow up, the Huo Family is not a threat."

"Huo Zui’s leg still can’t stand." Song Shimian stated.

"Different, though he can’t stand, there’s hope to stand; better than losing a leg entirely." Qin Three Masters said, "Moreover, I heard Huo Zui’s leg could fully recover."

"Knee shattered, yet can fully recover?" Song Shimian couldn’t help hoping for his own leg.

Huo Zui’s leg was treated by Xu Qinghuan, and he used her medicine too.

Qin Three Masters said, "Old Master Huo recently reappeared, full of vigor, scolding in the office with a loud voice. The whole building heard it, and rumors outside say this old man may well live another ten, eight years."

Song Shimian nearly stuck his tongue out in shock, "No wonder some get desperate!"

Qin Three Masters said, "Such fluctuations, their urgency is expected, but without a bottom line, don’t fear future retribution."

This latter sentence was filled with a thick sense of killing intent.

Third Master Qin in this generation has many sons, branches and leaves luxuriant, yet in the next generation, it’s lackluster; his second elder brother Qin Zhengyang has only one daughter, just eight years old this year, and his sister-in-law was injured during childbirth, taking countless medicines but unable to conceive.

As for him, not to mention having kids, he doesn’t even have a wife.

The Lu Family indeed was anxious, Lu Ranglian grew more worried, just wanted to find something to divert his attention.

When he was messing around with Yao Tinghe in the office, Song Wanlin obtained evidence.

In the photo, the two were doing that kind of thing, Yao Tinghe pinned against the wall with one leg raised. Although clothed, their actions and expressions, and half-dressed clothes, would let even the blind see what they were up to.

Song Wanlin besides anger and disappointment, had very few other feelings; regret is impossible to sprout in her kind of heart.

Regret and remorse, although not valuable emotions, rather the least useful things, if they existed, at least proved the person still had a shred of humanity.

In these years, she rarely thought of Xu Jing’an, at the time of his death he was a regiment commander, still young, about twenty-six or twenty-seven, at the prime of life.

Born poor, without any backing in the military, he rose to this position through his own struggles, exchanged blood and battle merits.

This very fact caught Song Wanlin’s eye, allowing this capitalist’s daughter to erase traces of exploitation, find stability amid storms.

Xu Jing’an accomplished it, trading his rise for the Song family’s safety.