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Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Gu Huai'an, a young scion of the No. 01 Courtyard Manor, had become the chief commander at Dragon Aviation Command Center at a very young age. He was known for his cold demeanor and seldom smiled or laughed. Not only did he come from a distinguished family, but he was also the unattainable gem of Beidu No. 01 Courtyard Mansion. Suddenly one day, he heard someone calling him "little brother." When he followed the voice, a pretty girl with an indifferent face asked, "Excuse me, sir, do I know you?" Yet at the same time: 【Wow, little brother is so handsome.】 【There are mountains beyond mountains, buildings beyond buildings, but little brother is handsome and gentle.】 【Little brother, hug!】 Gu Huai'an: …… The little girl's mouth, deceptive as a ghost's. ********* Song Yunuan transmigrated into a period novel and became a minor villainess who was soon eliminated – a role too small to be smaller. On her first day in the book, she stood in the Song family courtyard, trying hard to recall why the entire Song family would be wiped out in the story. In the end, she failed to notice the collective petrified expressions of the Song family members. Later… Her father became the richest man, her brother a top lawyer, her younger brother a scientist, her younger aunt a singer, and even her grandmother became a landlady. She herself turned into everyone's beloved darling. Song Yunuan: What happened to the hellish start I was promised?

Joe Yishui · Urban
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676 Chs

Chapter 673: Bite Back

Old Mrs. Song wished she could stand up and give Sun Jinrong several good slaps.

What a shameless wretch.

Just yesterday, she had privately asked her if there had been any shady dealings with Factory Director Meng, because if there were, then we couldn't publicly take this matter to court; it needed to be dealt with privately.

Otherwise, the only ones who would lose face would be our Song family.

Then, Old Mrs. Song had begrudgingly assured her that as long as she told the truth, no matter what she had received or what advantage she had taken, she wouldn't hold it against her.

Although she was old now, Old Mrs. Song still had the final say in the Song family—if she wanted to protect her, no one would dare to refuse.

If she wanted to be the factory director, that could be arranged, too. We would learn from our mistakes—it's just a matter of compensating a few tens of millions, right? Our Song family can afford that.