Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 625: Empty Shell

Song Yunuan didn’t know what Zhong Daqiao was thinking.

However, the information that came back from the Lew family and the Sixth Master was that Zhong Daqiao had short-sold his own jewelry company.

That is, the merchandise in the warehouse had almost all been swapped out by a man named Chen Youcai.

And this Chen Youcai was said to be Xue Meirou’s cousin.

All these jewels and jewelry worth millions were in Chen Youcai’s hands.

Of course, to avoid selling fake goods to customers, Zhong Daqiao had found a reason to close the jewelry store three days ago.

The reason was that the son he had with Hai Mingzhu had reached the age to inherit Hai Mingzhu’s estate.

Zhong Daqiao planned to keep his promise, handing over the jewelry company and everything related to it, such as the jade mine, to Zhong Shaoqing.

Now, many people outside had a good opinion of Zhong Daqiao.

They said he was also a father anxious for his son, considering everything for him, so temporarily managing on his behalf before the son took over was tough yet thoughtful work.

Zhong Daqiao himself was quite pleased with the situation.

So, if Xue Meirou were to betray him at this point, then Zhong Daqiao would be left with nothing and end up homeless.

One can imagine how much trust and affection he had for Xue Meirou.

He was heartless to Hai Mingzhu but devoted and righteous towards Xue Meirou.

Therefore, many people quietly said behind his back that it’s really hard to define whether someone is a good or a bad person.

Because to Hai Mingzhu, Zhong Daqiao was nothing but an ungrateful, cruel white-eyed wolf.

But to Xue Meirou, Zhong Daqiao was a good husband and a good father with eyes and heart only for her.

Song Yunuan relayed this information to Hai Shaoqing, who simply smiled, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

Zhong Daqiao was devoted to Xue Meirou but merciless to his own family.

So, this man deserved to die.

He would make sure his death was painful.

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After arranging work in Beidu, Song Yunuan went to Xiangjiang with her secretary and assistant.

Before leaving, the leaders above specifically informed the director of the office there.

Hai Shaoqing’s contributions were extraordinary.

If it weren’t for the fact that the island just happened to be his, it would have taken a lot of trouble to make the deal happen, and it wouldn’t have been possible to retrieve the big ship in just a few months.

Therefore, they placed great importance on Hai Shaoqing.

Hai Shaoqing had also bought a villa in a development by Uncle Lew before this.

It wasn’t far from Song Yunuan’s villa.

This time, Luo Shuxiu and Zhou Xiaohua finally experienced what it meant to live like the wealthy, what it felt like to be capitalists.

The villa belonging to Song Yunuan, even in land-scarce Xiangjiang, had an area calculated in acres.

Of course, Luo Shuxiu was not used to such calculations.

Converted to her customary way, this was more than two thousand square meters.

How could there be such a large villa?

And in this tiny place.

Luo Shuxiu was not someone who hadn’t seen the world; she frequented the West Mountain Villa District in Beidu.

After the completion of the first phase, twelve villas could be occupied.

Many of them had been under her management. After all, for part of the time, Little Nuan still had to attend school.

So Luo Shuxiu knew what a villa was.

After the construction was finished, it was truly staggering.

The villas in West Mountain were large, with courtyards and gardens in front.

Although it wasn’t winter in Beidu now, the landscaping was already done in summer.

But this was Xiangjiang, and though there was a winter, even in winter, the trees were green, and flowers were blooming outside.

This villa was even larger than the biggest villa in the West Mountain Villa District.

What was important was that there were over a dozen people here.

They had been sent by the Lew family, with a butler already waiting at the entrance to bow and salute them, then over a dozen servants stood on either side to welcome them.

They all treated Song Yunuan with the utmost respect, addressing her reverently as Miss Song.

They were familiar with Song Yunuan, as she had visited once before.

At that time, she was dealing with the fake goods incident involving Dongfang Hong, accompanied by Gu Huai’an.

That batch of counterfeit goods had been smuggled in from abroad.

Song Yunuan and Gu Huai’an stayed here for a week and resolved the matter.

Of course, Song Yunuan and Gu Huai’an had come and gone in secret, without alarming anyone.

The itinerary this time was also confidential, and many people were unaware of it.

However, acquaintances had all received the message.

The arrangements had been made in advance.

The bathtub, strewn with petals, left Luo Shuxiu and Zhou Xiaohua feeling overwhelmed in a bathroom that was not only larger than their own house but also more luxuriously decorated.

Luo Shuxiu wanted to say, "Capitalists, so this is the life of a capitalist."

Before coming, it was all imagination, but after arriving, they finally witnessed it.

Here, one could truly live a life where clothes are provided upon stretching out one’s hands and food upon opening one’s mouth.

After they freshened up and entered the dining room, the meals were served just in time.

The long dining table was refined and opulent, and the food on it even more so.

Luo Shuxiu had already accepted this, but Zhou Xiaohua thought to herself that if she were to tell her grandmother about all she had just experienced, her grandmother would definitely not believe her.

Song Yunuan’s villa was like a palace, no, it felt even better than a palace.

Song Yunuan said to Luo Shuxiu and Zhou Xiaohua with a beaming smile, "... I’ve told the chef about both of your preferences. They’ve made what you love to eat, but you can also try the local specialties. Rest a bit after eating. Tonight we will be attending a banquet, and clothes have already been purchased for you. They will be delivered shortly."

Luo Shuxiu then asked Song Yunuan, "Are the clothes we brought not suitable?"

Song Yunuan said, "They are okay, but I’ve ordered evening gowns for you two."

Both of them thought attending such a banquet would be incredibly daunting.

Yet to their surprise, amidst the deliberate friendliness of the others, the atmosphere was exceedingly harmonious.

The banquet was organized by the Ai family, with Mrs. Ai accompanying Song Yunuan throughout the entire event and arranging companions for Luo Shuxiu and Zhou Xiaohua.

The next day, Song Yunuan followed Hai Shaoqing to the villa where Zhong Daqiao now lived, previously the dowry given to Hai Mingzhu by the Hai family.

Now it seemed somewhat desolate.

But in reality, even this villa had been secretly transferred to Xue Meirou by Zhong Daqiao.

With an air of smug superiority, Xue Meirou watched Hai Shaoqing and Song Yunuan enter.

Although she did not show it outwardly, deep down there was a mix of sneers and mockery.

After all their struggles, what had these two accomplished?

Not only inheriting an empty shell but also one that was heavily in debt.

Would they want it?

Then let them take it over.

Anyway, she and her son had successfully elevated themselves into the ranks of the wealthy through their own efforts.

How could something that came into her hands possibly be returned?

Indeed, with money in hand, one also has the courage, even standing straighter than before.

As for Xue Meirou’s attitude, neither Hai Shaoqing nor Song Yunuan was surprised at all.

When they arrived, there were many reporters outside, with long and short cameras pointed at them.

Some even tugged at Hai Shaoqing, wanting to interview him, but Hai Shaoqing simply told them that Zhong Daqiao would be holding a press conference later, and they could ask whatever they wished then.

Sure enough, Zhong Daqiao asked Hai Shaoqing in a benevolent tone if he had any objections to holding a press conference?