Eighties Sweetheart Wife-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.

Even as she said those words, Old Mrs. Song was praying silently to Buddha. She was neither arrogant with wealth nor a wasteful person after being well-fed; it was just that her daughter-in-law was so worrying that she had to comfort her this way.

She really had said so many nice things, just to appease her.

But what was Sun Jinrong’s response?

With bulging eyes, she was obstinate as hell.

Not only did she not admit anything, but she also turned the tables, accusing Old Mrs. Song of always looking down on her more than the other daughters-in-law, both then and now.

Now it’s as if everyone else has money, except her, she’s in such a sorry state.

It made Old Mrs. Song so angry, but at the time she truly believed that Sun Jinrong was honorable and hadn’t taken anything from the other party.

That was a big mistake due to lack of experience. It wasn’t fatal, and she could be given another chance.

So, she had felt somewhat relieved.

Today, they had called Factory Director Meng over for negotiations.

Luckily, Little Nuan had said to her, let’s talk first and if there are indeed no issues—if this Old Meng doesn’t cooperate, then let the legal department step in.

Thank goodness she listened to Little Nuan’s advice; otherwise, the embarrassment would have been colossal.

What a short-sighted fool.

Does Sun Jinrong lack money?

Compared to Old Mrs. Song, it’s true that Sun Jinrong doesn’t have a lot of money.

But you shameless thing, can you compare with me, Old Mrs. Song?

Now this slap in the face is resounding.

Even Old Mrs. Song feels utterly mortified.

In the quiet conference room, Vice Factory Director Ye and Factory Director Han both felt uneasy.

In fact, it seemed to be just a domestic issue of the Song family.

When they looked at Song Yunuan, they saw Little Nuan’s expression was very calm, and she was looking down at her phone, seemingly messaging someone.

So, they too felt at ease.

At this point, it was no longer just a family matter of the Song family.

It should be said to be a matter of the group.

At the very least, they had to resolve the matter with Factory Director Meng before moving onto other issues.

Factory Director Meng was very satisfied with the quiet atmosphere in the conference room.

However, he was also quite annoyed. He had been deceived, too. After the products were produced, the results were not very satisfactory, but they were still usable, so he sold some. He never imagined that selling them to Zhilan Jewelry Factory using the same flattering tactics would lead to trouble.

He had also harbored a stroke of luck with Zhilan Group—what if they could use it, right?

But he had still given a set of Gold Jewelry to Factory Director Sun.

Just as a precaution.

Looking at it now, that move was absolutely correct.

However, he put away his smug expression.

He then feigned a very guilty appearance.

And waited for the other party to speak.

Song Liang glanced at his daughter sitting beside him; by this time, Song Yunuan had finished texting her daughter.

The little girl had said she wanted her parents to take her to see the newly released children’s movie that evening, and they needed to go early so as not to interfere with her bedtime.

Little Nuan also mentioned she is a girl and must get her beauty sleep.

No one knew where the child had learned such a notion.

Song Yunuan took a look at Factory Director Meng sitting opposite her, knowing that there were plenty of such people around now, which was hardly surprising.

She then turned her gaze to Sun Jinrong, who was pallid.

Though her complexion was ashen, her eyes darted around, and it was unclear what she was contemplating.

Song Yunuan gave a faint smile; she wasn’t foolish enough to use such a factory to set a trap for Sun Jinrong.

She had always been tolerant of Sun Jinrong, for she was not an enemy after all.

There were plenty of ways to make her aunt see reality.

She and Old Mrs. Song were actually giving Sun Jinrong a chance to learn.

It wasn’t too late to start anew at her age.

Was Sun Jinrong foolish?

She wasn’t; in fact, she was quite shrewd, but it was a pity her cleverness wasn’t applied in the right place.

Song Yunuan nodded to Song Liang.

Such threats need to be held back for now.

But the words that needed to be said still had to be spoken.

Factory Director Meng immediately began to weep profusely, claiming he had only been cautious back then.

He too had been deceived one way or another, and after this matter was resolved, his factory would go bankrupt. He assured the Song family that he had brought all the copied tapes, including the small tape recorder, and they were now in the hands of the Song family.

He swore on his life that there was absolutely no chance of these items being leaked.

No one would believe such a guarantee.

However, once the issue was settled, these items would become meaningless to the Song family.

When only the Song family remained in the conference room, before Old Mrs. Song could even speak, Sun Jinrong suddenly stood up with a start, pointing a trembling finger at her in-laws, her elder brother and sister-in-law, the second sister-in-law, and her second brother who had just been transferred to Beidu.

"I finally understand. You had this planned in advance, wanting me to fall into a large pit from which I couldn’t climb out. Then you could control me with this leverage. Is it that you plan to kick me out next, telling me to roll back to where I came from?

The Song family is truly too arrogant. So what if you’re rich? With wealth, you abuse people, treating them as less than human. Today, I’ve seen the truth. Fine, I accept it. Is it just so I wouldn’t meddle in the family business? Can’t I just go back to Nanshan City? I’ll leave right now. Are you all satisfied now?"

Song Liang was so angry his face turned an iron blue, his fists slamming down on the conference table, "Sun Jinrong, who do you think you are? Set a trap for you, do you think you’re worth it?

And if you dare point your fingers at my parents again, don’t blame me, Song Liang, for not recognizing you as a person."

Old Mrs. Song felt so angry her chest began to hurt.

Sitting beside her, Song Yunuan quickly took her hand and massaged her palm.

Seeing the old lady’s complexion look a bit off, Sun Jinrong stopped speaking, but her eyes shifted, and she turned her hostility towards Song Yunuan.

"Little Nuan, you’re really cold-hearted. I know you’re capable and wealthy, with connections in Nan City and even more so in Xiangjiang. I don’t believe for a second that this matter has nothing to do with you.

How is it that Vice Factory Director Ye just happened to be on a business trip? Wasn’t it you who sent him away? And then it was just to set me up?

Now, each and every one of you is affluent and influential; only I, Sun Jinrong, have nothing, like a penniless bum. You all, with your hearts, think about it, isn’t my third branch of the family living the worst life with the least money in the Song family? fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

We’re already in such a state, and yet you all gang up to bully me. You’ll be struck by lightning one day..."