Shocking! My Rugged Husband is the Hidden Tycoon in the 70s Novel-Chapter 357: Strangers
Jian Jingchuan got the evidence given by Xu Qinghuan, he flipped through it casually, and although there were many unsightly words in it, they clearly didn’t stir up the slightest ripple in his heart.
Aside from how time has changed things, back then he was indeed deeply captivated by Song Wanlin at first sight; she was beautiful, elegant, to a young boy like him from the countryside, she was simply stunning.
The noble and graceful aura of a capitalist’s daughter is enchanting.
But later, three years as a couple, cheating and unfaithfulness had long worn away the bit of deep affection Jian Jingchuan had for her.
In the last year, Song Wanlin refused to follow the army for her philandering, he "died in battle", she remarried, and they completely parted ways.
Meeting again, they were already strangers.
In the lunar February in the northwest, the weather remained cold, with the maximum temperature at only five or six degrees, and dry without rain, the wind blowing, yellow sand filled the sky.
Song Wanlin was on the farm; the Lu Family had particularly looked after her, but it was only in terms of labor load. As for the harassment faced by other women on the farm, she didn’t experience it.
Whether as Xu Jing’an’s widow or Lu Ranglian’s "deceased" former wife, both were sufficient to exempt her from such encounters.
However, many women exchanged such experiences for food, whereas Song Wanlin didn’t have such an opportunity. For her, it was uncertain whether it was fortunate or unfortunate.
Evening came, work wasn’t over yet, someone came to call Song Wanlin, "You don’t need to do today’s work, go to the farm office, someone is looking for you."
Song Wanlin never dreamed that the person looking for her was Xu Jing’an.
He was dressed in regular clothes, without epaulets, sitting in the office chatting with Zhao Qirui. Apart from the inevitable fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes revealed during laughter, there was nothing that showed he was any different from fourteen years ago.
Song Wanlin anxiously looked at herself, couldn’t help but touch her face, at that instant, she felt ashamed, turned and was about to leave.
But the young official stopped her, scolded, "Get in, where are you going?"
"I, I’m dirty, can I go back to change clothes?"
"What clothes to change into, what clothes do you have to change into? Get inside, finish answering questions and then leave."
Seeing the man had looked over, Song Wanlin could only move heavily inside. Zhao Qirui stood up to leave but was stopped by Jian Jingchuan, "You stay."
Zhao Qirui sat down again.
Jian Jingchuan looked at Song Wanlin for a moment, gently pointed to the chair near the door, "Sit down."
There was tea and snacks on the table.
Song Wanlin was clearly so hungry that her chest was touching her back, drool was gushing, but she didn’t dare look at the food, her back stiffened, as this seemed to be her last, remaining pride.
She stubbornly raised her head.
On the first day she arrived at the farm, she saw Jian Jingchuan for a moment through the door, instantly recognized him, couldn’t believe he wasn’t dead.
Ever since then, her heart couldn’t stay calm, the intensity of labor on the farm was high, but more of her suffering came from her heart.
Impossible not to regret, looking back over these years, the time when she felt most reassured, stable, most at ease, was during the three years with Xu Jing’an.
Back then, he fell in love with her at first sight.
And that encounter was her scheme.
She knew he was a battalion commander, a twenty-three-year-old battalion commander, with a promising future, ancestors were impoverished farmers for eighteen generations, deeply rooted and proper, to her he was like a lifeline.
Later, the days of comfort lasted too long; she forgot the initial embarrassment, the end of the road, always felt herself as a young maiden, following someone like Xu Jing’an from a poor farmer’s background, felt like a loss.
If she waited a bit longer, maybe she’d meet a noble gentleman like Lu Ranglian.
But she didn’t think that if it weren’t for Xu Jing’an washing away her identity, at eighteen she’d meet Lu Ranglian, who would avoid her like the plague.
A capitalist’s daughter, Lu Ranglian would be crazy to engage with her, gambling with his future.
She also never thought, Xu Jing’an married her, if not later "dying in battle" and changing status, his career would be limited to what was in front of him all his life.
Life comes full circle, reuniting in such circumstances.
Song Wanlin sat down, raised her head, directly faced Jian Jingchuan, but her heart was mixed with complex emotions, no matter how she masked it, her eyes inevitably revealed many feelings. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Jian Jingchuan was serene, he had a clear conscience, naturally untroubled.
"Hello, Comrade Song, I am Jian Jingchuan..."
"Aren’t you, aren’t you Xu... Xu Jing’an?" Song Wanlin was astounded.
Jian Jingchuan shook his head, smiled, "No, you might have mistaken. I am Jian Jingchuan. I’m here on behalf of the military, to investigate something. We have information that, fifteen years ago, you were very familiar with Comrade Lu Ranglian, is that correct?"
Song Wanlin’s face turned pale; she wanted to deny, but Zhao Qirui reminded her, "Song Wanlin, it’s time for you to atone!"
Suddenly, it dawned on her that it was also her chance for revenge. She gritted her teeth, smiling coldly, "That’s right, I indeed was familiar with him then, I know many of his whereabouts."
Jian Jingchuan nodded, "Alright then, in May fourteen years ago, we found that Lu Ranglian went to East Mountain County in the south. Did you know about this?"
Song Wanlin replied, "Yes, before he left, he told me he was going on a business trip to East Mountain, said the pearls there were beautiful, he would bring back a pearl necklace for me."
"And then?" Jian Jingchuan asked.
Song Wanlin choked, she pressed her lips, lowered her eyelids, "Later, when he returned, he said he was too busy with the task to buy it."
Lu Ranglian said the pearls from the national store weren’t good, poor quality. To buy pearls, one needed to buy from fishermen’s homes, but he had no time, said he would take her next time.
The next time never came.
Jian Jingchuan asked, "You’re not mistaken, Comrade Lu Ranglian indeed said he was going on a business trip to East Mountain County? Fujian Province’s East Mountain County?"
"Yes." Song Wanlin nodded, "I wouldn’t misremember."
She watched Jian Jingchuan leave the farm, Zhao Qirui seeing him off at the door, the two said farewell again, when Jian Jingchuan was about to get into the car, Song Wanlin shouted, "Xu Jing’an!"
She saw Jian Jingchuan turn his head.
Song Wanlin rushed out frantically, stopped by people at the farm’s entrance.
Zhao Qirui looked at Jian Jingchuan, saw him frowning and silent, then he scolded Song Wanlin, ordering her to be removed.
"I have more to say..." Seeing Jian Jingchuan unmoved, Song Wanlin shouted, "I know more about Lu Ranglian’s affairs, I’m talking about his affairs."
Jian Jingchuan walked over, raised his chin. In comparison to his brash and fearless youth, now over forty, he was refined like a scholar of extensive literary knowledge, this elegance wrapped a persistent, indomitable sharp presence from battle.
Song Wanlin never imagined she’d fear this person one day; once, she despised him to death, bossing him around, venting all her grievances toward him, now, turning back, there’s only regret.
"It was Lu Ranglian who arranged for Zhenai Qianxia to meet with Jiang Zhenguo; I know Lu Ranglian and Zhenai Qianxia once had intimate relations."
This surprised Jian Jingchuan somewhat, after all, Zhenai Qianxia was at least twenty years older than Lu Ranglian.
"Are you sure? You can’t make random accusations, this needs evidence."
"I have no evidence, I only found out later. They met at a ball in Shen City, had a relationship for a while, but they didn’t want others to know, so few people are aware of this."
"How do you know?"
