I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 591 - 583: Bewitchment

Zhou Pengcheng also released his grip at the same time and then quietly rubbed his wrist, adjusted his expression, and turned to look at Qiao Qingyu.

Li Mingguang politely said, "Aunt Qiao, I’m going home to eat."

Zhou Pengcheng pointed at his own courtyard, all smiles, "Aunt Qiao, so am I."

Qiao Qingyu didn’t speak again. Li Mingguang gave Zhou Pengcheng a warning look, then disappeared around the corner of the street with a quick trot.

Zhou Pengcheng, meanwhile, smirked at Qiao Qingyu before darting into his home like a rabbit.

He Xuerong retracted her gaze; these two were up to something secretive, definitely hiding unspeakable deeds. She decided she would get to the bottom of it later.

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Chen Tianliang held a China-made phone in his hand.

He was no longer the director at the office; he had been transferred to Yushu County.

Many people did not understand his decision. His family nearly fell out with him over it. He was of an age where it wasn’t easy to control or reprimand him, especially since, due to past events, Mrs. Chen felt guilty. She hadn’t expected that her actions years ago would lead a girl to leave this world in the prime of her life.

As people age, they often reflect on their actions in youth, unless they are utterly irredeemable.

Of course, Mrs. Chen wasn’t young anymore at that time, but compared to now, she was.

She had thought her actions had been right, whether towards her son or the girl. How could a match between unequal social statuses ever be happy?

Moreover, she didn’t see any use in that girl for her son; she quite looked down on her.

Now, whenever she remembered that period, Mrs. Chen felt very sad.

But what was done was done; what else could she do?

Time couldn’t be reversed; no one could undo the past.

She could only harden her heart and think that the girl was too weak, never considering her biological parents.

Life couldn’t all be about love and affection; one couldn’t live purely off those. Parents give life; you don’t have to repay them, but you shouldn’t let them down.

Yet now, although her son hadn’t let them down, he had become increasingly distant from them.

He had even once remarked that it was as if he didn’t exist to them.

If only she had known what would come, would she have acted as she did?

Mrs. Chen could only let go, resigned, for she too had aged, unable to manage things now as her body and vigor weren’t what they used to be. So what else could she do? Therefore, Chen Tianliang was working alone in Yushu County now.

Now, he was in charge of Mr. Wu’s woolen mill investment.

The wool processing workshop was located in Xiaxi Town.

The area had changed completely from what he remembered; except for an occasional familiar scenery, everything else seemed foreign.

The local people had also grown wealthier; they dressed and ate well, their complexions rosy and their postures upright, which had a lot to do with the country’s growing prosperity.

However, the visions that appeared in his dreams while he sat in the jeep didn’t include a mobile phone.

Cell phones were seemingly first developed by foreigners.

Where was the discrepancy?

Chen Tianliang couldn’t sit still any longer. He went to the office’s car depot, informed his superiors, and drove a jeep toward Tenghai Research Base.

He knew He Xiuyu; they had some interactions through work, though not frequent, but he could still gain access inside the base.

He Xiuyu’s secretary escorted Chen Tianliang to He Xiuyu’s office.

Although the two knew each other, this was Chen Tianliang’s first visit to He Xiuyu’s office.

After a politely exchanged few words, Chen Tianliang drained the tea from his cup and sat there, seemingly hesitant about how to broach the subject with He Xiuyu. What he needed to talk about was normal in the future, but it seemed absurd now, and he couldn’t necessarily confirm whether it was a dream or merely illusionary fixation.

He was desperate for an answer, and he had come to He Xiuyu because it was he who could realize his dream in the visions.

But to voice such thoughts felt too reckless and unbelievable; even he couldn’t muster the words, a trace of melancholy crossing his face.

He Xiuyu refilled his teacup.

Then he directly asked, "Brother Chen, is there something troubling you?"