Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 328: Her Destiny Was Changed

Chapter 328: Chapter 328: Her Destiny Was Changed

Uncle Azhong hurriedly said, "The master just called and said he’s coming back in a month."

A look of joy appeared in Lin Qing’s eyes, Grandpa was coming, and that was good news indeed.

Meanwhile, Second Aunt Zhang and Shangguan Wan stood just behind the metal sign not too far away.

Shangguan Wan looked at Second Aunt Zhang with horror, "By saying that, if she goes to do something bad and gets caught, won’t she rat you out? Besides, was what you just said true? What do you mean by ’the female protagonist of the world’, ’the girl with destiny’s favor’? With that woman’s defiant appearance, is she supposed to be a princess or something?"

Second Aunt Zhang, looking in the direction where the jeep had gone and speaking to Shangguan Wan, said, "It’s just a title."

Shangguan Wan hurriedly asked, "Then what am I?"

Second Aunt Zhang glanced at her, "You are quite good."

Shangguan Wan: "You told her so much, and all I get is four words?"

Second Aunt Zhang ignored her and slowly walked forward.

Shangguan Wan caught up to her, crying out anxiously, "Why didn’t you just tell her directly that the one who changed her fate was Song Yunuan? If she gets it wrong, wouldn’t your trip be in vain?"

Second Aunt Zhang narrowed her eyes.

Many things she couldn’t see through, nor were they as mystical as people said.

But things that should be obvious, she could see.

This Lin Qing certainly had an unusual destiny.

She was the kind who always had smooth sailing in whatever she did.

But now her fate had been altered.

She had never seen Song Yunuan.

When she saw her, she should know the answer.

For now, she’d wait for Lin Qing, the vanguard officer, to probe the reality.

Better for her not to show herself if possible.

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Sun Zhiqing was back again, this time to collect the admission notice.

He had gotten into a teachers’ college in Beidu.

Not only was there no tuition, he also received a monthly stipend.

The villagers commented with relief: luckily, the local girls hadn’t taken a fancy to Sun Zhiqing, and Sun Zhiqing hadn’t sweet-talked any of the local girls.

Otherwise, it would’ve been another case of ingratitude.

Sun Zhiqing arranged two tables at the brigade canteen and invited people for a meal.

He even cried while drinking, saying he might never easily come back again.

He would definitely miss this second hometown of his terribly.

Song Yunuan said, "That’s easy, just apply to be posted back here after you graduate."

Sun Zhiqing: ...

I was just saying.

Song Liang said, "Don’t listen to Little Nuan’s jokes. You’ve worked hard to get out, why come back?"

Song Yunuan: "Life is unpredictable; who knows, maybe in the future everyone will be scrambling to come back here."

Yet Sun Zhiqing suddenly felt that, coming from Song Yunuan’s mouth, it just might be possible.

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Song Yunuan started school.

That day, the whole Song family was bustling like they were sending a scholar off to the imperial exams.

Song Mingbo and his sister headed to the county town together.

He carried a backpack, holding a net bag and a canvas tote bag, standing at the entrance of the First Middle School.

His sister carried a backpack as well, while Song Liang and Xia Guilan stood by Song Yunuan’s sides, Song Liang carrying the luggage and Xia Guilan with a net bag and a fabric bag.

Old Man Song was there too.

Song Mingbo could not help but think back to his own first day at school.

Grandfather had dropped him off at the school gate and left.

But now...

It made him want to run away crying.

Truly, without comparison there is no harm felt.

But he quickly convinced and comforted himself.

Happily taking his sister to register and find the dormitory.

An eight-person room, with one familiar face.

It was Wang Xinyu, the young prodigy who had participated in the competition, who, upon seeing Song Yunuan, paused for a moment before enthusiastically stepping forward to greet her. By this time, there were already six classmates in the dormitory.

There were no parents coming in to help; in those days, very few families had only one child, with most having at least two.

Xia Guilan was helping to make the bed while a few of the female classmates looked on curiously, their eyes flashing with disdain and covered mouths snickering.

One of them wore black-rimmed glasses, her eyes’ expression not discernible, but the curl of her lips suggested a somewhat dismissive attitude.

Wang Xinyu also felt embarrassed.

She didn’t know what to say and looked down on Song Yunuan a bit. Wasn’t she being too delicate?

So if she was the most outstanding participant at the summer camp, was she lying, or was the school fabricating the tale to save face?

Too embarrassed to ask, she could only pout and return to her own bunk to sort her things.

Song Yunuan stood by with a smile, pretending not to notice the cute expressions of these young girls.

Ah, this was truly the breath of youth.

Xia Guilan, oblivious to the undercurrents, carefully spread a down pad on top of the straw mat, laid out a new mattress, then a bedsheet, and arranged the quilt, even mentioning a smaller blanket to be used during ’that time of the month.’

She also neatly stored the sanitary shorts she had made.

The sanitary pads were homemade and washable.

Although Song Yunuan found it inconvenient, she could manage for the time being.

The main thing was Xia Guilan’s effort, having made dozens of them in one go.

The less washable ones could simply be discarded.

She whispered her instructions, fretting that Song Yunuan might forget.

The few female classmates almost rolled their eyes.

By the time Xia Guilan left the room with a satisfied smile, Song Yunuan looked at the several girls and said, "Actually, I can do all of that."

Wang Xinyu immediately asked, "Then why didn’t you do it yourself, letting your mother help you? Isn’t that being too pampered?"

She sighed, "You don’t know the whole story. I was switched at birth and didn’t grow up with my mom. I only returned this April. What saddens and guilt-trips my mom the most is that I never breastfed, nor did she ever hold me for a day. So, she always tries to make it up to me, and of course, I indulge her. As long as she’s happy, I’m fine with anything."

There was a sudden hush in the room.

Wang Xinyu was on the verge of tears.

Song Yunuan sighed, what innocent girls.

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When Old Man Song came to pick up Song Yunuan for the second time, the house was finished and habitable.

Song Yunuan’s room was spacious and bright with a nice view.

Two large wardrobes held all her possessions, along with a vanity and a study desk, delivered from the timber mill.

It was a gift to Song Yunuan, free of charge.

It was Song Nian who delivered them, accompanied by Sun Jinrong.

She hadn’t visited for many days and was astonished at the transformation of the village.

The house was splendidly built.

Envy was inevitable.

But more than that, she was shocked at how fast things had changed.

And the rice, it had actually grown.

Not just the county media, but the city’s newspapers had come too.

Interviews and photos were taken amid the bustle.

Chu Zizhou’s work finally came to a pause.

Standing at the edge of the rice field, he was spirited and proud.

Then, President Huang whispered to him, "Zizhou, your achievements are remarkable. The village’s sanitation and morale look great too. If you can maintain this, this year’s award for Advanced Individual and the Spiritually Civilised Village of the county will surely be yours."

Deputy County Mayor Zhao had not expected to see results so soon.

There was a distinct difference between those with education and those without.

The craft factory had also been established, with Old Man Song serving as a consultant. It was now operational.

He told Song Yunuan that the county was making efforts and progress was evident, also assuring her not to feel any pressure.

Naturally, Song Yunuan felt no pressure, but she was attending the trade fair.

Not for anything but the yellow pear wood.

Of course, there were also her family’s garments.

But securing a spot at the fair was tricky; she had asked Second Grandpa for help.

However, she had yet to receive a response.