Military Marriage: Young Master Han's Intriguing Wife

Chapter 208 Burglary? "Is that all you want to know about these things?" Secretary Lu was stunned, a little at a loss. "Don't you want to know that your mother..."

Song Lingzi waved her hand, "Uncle Lu, thank you very much. However, I don't want to continue asking." Song Lingzi poured herself a cup of tea. "My mother has had a hard time these years. I hope you don't disturb her life."

Song Lingzi didn't want her mother to get involved in gossip again. A single Qin Feng had already caused chaos in the Song family. If she was with Secretary Lu, no one could predict what would happen in the future.

Now Song Lingzi deeply understands a truth, plainness is a kind of blessing.She can't ask for this kind of blessing, but only hopes that her mother can have this kind of blessing.

"But..." Secretary Lu gave Song Lingzi an embarrassed look. "I want to pursue your mother, isn't that okay?"

"Didn't you already get the result?" Song Lingzi said casually: "If you don't even know which floor my mother lives on, what qualifications do you have to pursue her?" Song Lingzi knew very well that Secretary Lu didn't know, but pretended have no idea.As for why he pretended not to know, I'm afraid Zhuang Ya hit a wall.

Secretary Lu's complexion became ugly. He underestimated Song Lingzi. "I have missed more than 20 years." How many more than 20 years can there be in life?If he misses this time, he will never have another chance.For Secretary Lu, such a result was not what he wanted.

"If you have missed it, it proves that there is no fate." Song Lingzi looked calm, and her butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered slightly. "Where there is no fragrant grass in the end of the world, why are you persistent?"

"Persistence?" Secretary Lu looked at the sky outside the window. "Our generation knows how to persevere better than your generation."

"Persist on unnecessary things?" Song Lingzi's mouth curled slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm. "Please forgive me, you couldn't catch my mother back then, now, why do you think you can catch her? Is it because of my father? You think your conditions are better than him, my mother can choose him, why not Choose you?"

Secretary Lu's face showed a look of embarrassment, and he had to admit that he did have this kind of mentality in him. "You can't kill my sincerity for your mother just because of these."

"I know you are sincere to my mother, and my mother also knows your sincerity." Song Lingzi took a sip of tea leisurely. "I just want to remind you out of kindness."

"Remind me what? Stay away from your mother?" Secretary Lu's face flashed with anger.He climbed to the position of secretary of the provincial party committee not only because of the influence of the Lu family, but also because of his own efforts. "Don't forget, this is a matter between the elders, and it's not up to you, a junior, to intervene."

"Isn't it my turn to intervene?" A smile flashed in Song Lingzi's eyes. "But you know, if my mother remarries, I will be the first person to pass. If I don't agree, do you think she will insist?"

Secretary Lu was at a loss for words.He knew Zhuang Ya very well. When he was young, he rejected him because of Qin Feng. When he was old, maybe he would reject him because of his daughter. "Do you want her to be old and lonely? When you have your own family and your own children, who will accompany her? When she is sick and wants comfort from others, you can take the role of husband and wait for her. With her?"

"I can't." Song Lingzi looked straight at Secretary Lu, as if trying to see through the other party's heart. "But Uncle Lu, can you? You can't either."

"Why do you say I can't..." Secretary Lu was annoyed, he didn't expect to be irritated by a junior. "If you really love your mother, don't stop her from remarrying."

"I don't object to her remarrying." Song Lingzi stroked the teacup with her fingers, her dark eyes were like black jade, "But, the object cannot be you."

Secretary Lu's face turned pale. "Why? What's wrong with me?"

"Uncle Lu." Song Lingzi sighed. "You are a very good man. If my mother chose you back then, maybe it wouldn't be like this. I also believe that you can give her happiness."

"Then..." Secretary Lu had an ominous premonition.

"The mistake is that you shouldn't be in that circle. My mother doesn't want to get involved with you, she just wants to avoid that circle. For her, the harm that that circle brings to her is far beyond what you can caress." It's flat." Song Lingzi felt sorry for her mother.What happened that year changed the fate of her life. "I only hope that her life in her later years can be ordinary and free."

Secretary Lu's shoulders slumped.Song Lingzi objected to him being with Zhuang Ya. He thought it was Song Jing's reason. After all, no child would like their mother to go with another man instead of reuniting with their father. But he didn't expect that the reason Song Lingzi gave was actually This is the reason.If she said other reasons, he could confidently refute them back, but this reason alone made him unable to fight back. "Ling Zi, I, alas, I've always thought incompletely." To Zi Zhuang Ling.

"I can understand your feelings. I hope you can understand the feelings of a daughter." Song Lingzi lowered her head, feeling a little guilty. "As a daughter, I have to be selfish." If she changed her position, Song Lingzi would support Secretary Lu, and even speak well in front of Zhuang Ya, but now, she can't do this, and she can't involve her mother in the circle of right and wrong.

Secretary Lu understood, with a gratified smile on his face. "It is also her blessing that she has a daughter like you. As her former friend, I am very happy. Not every child knows how to think about their mother. The fact that you can think of these proves that you really love your mother. "

"Uncle Lu is too much." Song Lingzi raised her eyes, her eyes were very sincere: "I still haven't done well enough for my mother." At least, in her previous life, she completely ignored her mother and didn't take her parents' abnormalities seriously. I foolishly thought that they were living happily.As everyone knows, this kind of happiness is based on the mother's pain.

Secretary Lu drank the tea in his hand. "When you are free, you have to come and accompany her. These days, I saw her walking around alone, and I was really worried. Also, don't you have an aunt named Zhuang Jing? She has been looking for your mother The trouble seems to be about inheritance."

Song Lingzi's heart tightened, how could she forget this. "My grandfather didn't leave any legacy, why does she keep holding on to it?"

A smile bloomed on Secretary Lu's lips. "A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Your grandfather is an admiral. It's impossible to leave nothing to you."

The doubt in Song Lingzi's eyes deepened. "Didn't it mean that the title of admiral was deprived?"

"Your grandfather is an expert in antique appreciation, don't you know?" Secretary Lu was surprised. "Didn't your mother tell you?"

Song Lingzi was startled, her eyes opened wide. "I really don't know about it." If my grandfather really had this kind of talent, he wouldn't have to worry about money at all.Decades ago, there were many antiques scattered among the people. If the grandfather knows the goods, he can buy them back at the lowest price.Of course, the prerequisite is that he must know how to invest.

After bidding farewell to Secretary Lu, Song Lingzi returned to her mother's apartment.As soon as she entered the room, Song Lingzi saw Zhuang Ya sitting in front of the sofa watching TV alone.

Looking at her mother's bleak back, Song Lingzi felt a little sad.After divorcing Song Jing, Zhuang Ya lived alone. In the short term, there may be no problem, but after a long time, she will easily suffer from depression.Besides, she also needs someone to accompany her through her old age. "Mom, I'm back."

Zhuang Ya turned her head, with a hint of joy in her eyes. "Why didn't you call me before you came back?"

Song Lingzi walked up to Zhuang Ya, put her arms around her mother's neck and acted like a baby: "I miss you."

Zhuang Ya's heart instantly softened into a ball: "You girl." No matter how old her daughter is, in Zhuang Ya's eyes, she is still her own child.

Song Lingzi felt relieved when she smelled the familiar scent on her mother. "Mom, has my aunt ever come to see you?"

Zhuang Ya's face changed drastically. "Why do you ask that?"

"Aunt Wang next door said it." Song Lingzi stuck out her tongue secretly in her heart. She didn't mean to lie, she just wanted to know what happened. "She said, my aunt was arguing with you."

Zhuang Ya was silent for a while, "Don't worry, it's fine."

Zhuang Ya's words confirmed one thing, that is, Zhuang Jing did come and quarreled with her mother.A trace of worry appeared in Song Lingzi's eyes, "Why didn't you call and tell me?" What if Zhuang Jing went crazy?

"It's just a few words when she comes and goes." Zhuang Ya showed a trace of disdain, "I said that I monopolize your grandfather's inheritance. After all, I am your grandfather's biological daughter, and the estate of the dealer is mine. "

"I don't think so." Song Lingzi rubbed her mother's shoulder. "Perhaps, people will think that she is also a member of the dealer and has the right to share the estate of the dealer.

"What kind of inheritance can the Zhuang family have?" Zhuang Ya sneered: "It's just their mother and daughter who are obsessed with ghosts."

"Mom, does it really exist, but you don't know? Or don't you remember?" A mystery emerged in Song Lingzi's heart. In her previous life, Zhuang Ya died suddenly. But rushing back from thousands of miles to attend the funeral, solved Song Lingzi's urgent need.

Looking back now, Song Lingzi has an illusion, as if Zhuang Jing in the previous life and Zhuang Jing in this life are two different people.Of course, Song Lingzi denied this possibility, so there was only one possibility left, and that was that Zhuang Jing had evil intentions and took advantage of her mother's pain to take away the relics left by her grandfather.

After listening to Song Lingzi's words, Zhuang Ya thought hard for a while. Finally, she stood up and said to her daughter, "Come here."

Song Lingzi followed her mother into the bedroom, and Zhuang Ya took out a red suitcase from under the bed.She took out the keys and opened the trunk.

When Song Lingzi saw the cheongsam in the suitcase, she exclaimed: "Mom, are these cheongsams yours?"

When Zhuang Ya heard this, a look of gloom flashed across her face. "This belongs to your grandma." Rubbing the gorgeous cheongsam, Zhuang Ya's heart ached unbearably.Especially the purple cheongsam embroidered with magnolia flowers was her mother's favorite one. Unfortunately, in that turbulent era, she passed away without even wearing it.

"Why does it look so new?" Song Lingzi was puzzled.

"Your grandma likes this cheongsam the most." Zhuang Ya picked up a purple cheongsam embroidered with white magnolia flowers, a look of regret appeared on her beautiful face. "Unfortunately, she will never have the chance to wear it until she dies."

Song Lingzi was silent. She knew that there were 30 years of turmoil in China. At that time, no one dared to wear beautiful clothes to go out in the street.These cheongsams were probably made just before the 30-year turmoil. As a result, before they were put on, they were forced to put them on the shelf and dare not care about them.

"Very beautiful." Song Lingzi's black eyes sparkled. "Now there is no way to find such a well-made cheongsam."

The corner of Zhuang Ya's mouth curled up into a smile, which was both bitter and gratifying. "Take it and wear it. I believe your grandma will be very happy when she finds out."

"Mom." Song Lingzi lowered her head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." She really didn't mean to bring back those memories of her mother.

"Fool." Zhuang Ya stroked her daughter's hair. "Your grandma left things to me, and my things will naturally be left to you. In the future, if you have your own things, you will also leave them to your daughter. This method is called inheritance, it is a blood inheritance, and it is a constant parting kinship."

"Mom." Song Lingzi took the cheongsam from her mother. "I will keep these cheongsams well." Many things are not of high value in themselves, but mainly commemorative.

"Since I gave you something, it's yours. What you do in the future is up to you." Zhuang Ya gently stroked the cheongsam with her hand. "When your grandma was young, she liked to wear cheongsam the most. I heard that she looked very beautiful and charming in cheongsam." Unfortunately, since she can remember, she has never seen her mother wear cheongsam.Now, she gave the cheongsam to her daughter, so it can be regarded as the fulfillment of her mother's dream.

At this time, Zhuang Ya's gaze was very gentle, like a lake of clear water.It was the first time for Song Lingzi to see such a mother, like a landscape painting, exuding a quiet beauty.

"Ling Zi." Zhuang Ya spoke again. "Before you were born, your grandmother thought of a name for you. Ling Zi, she chose it."

Song Lingzi was a little surprised. "Grandma took it?"

"Well. She said that she hoped her granddaughter would be as beautiful as Snow White." Zhuang Ya fell into memories. "I said, Snow White is not good, and she has a vicious stepmother. Your grandma smiled, and she said, everyone has their own luck and their own misfortune. If Snow White didn't have those misfortunes, there would be no future luck. .”

Song Lingzi lowered her head, looking at the pattern on the cheongsam. "Grandma is right."

"Your grandma is a talented woman." Zhuang Ya smiled, "It's a pity that my mother didn't inherit her talent as a talented woman."

"Me neither." Song Lingzi was ashamed. "However, I inherited my grandmother's nature of loving beauty."

"Yes, in this regard, you are very similar to your grandma." Zhuang Ya smiled, from the bottom of her heart.All the while, she felt unfair about her fate.But today, she suddenly understood the meaning of her mother's words.If a person has not experienced misfortune, even if he encounters happiness, he will not know how to cherish it. Instead, he will easily abandon the happiness he has in his hands and pursue those unrealistic things.If a person has experienced many hardships, then her life will be full, no matter how the world changes, it will not affect her heart or her world.

Zhuang Ya bent down, took out the cheongsam from the box, and carefully spread it on the bed.Finally, a sandalwood box was removed from the bottom of the trunk. "This is the last thought your grandfather left for me."

Song Lingzi looked at the retro pattern on the box with complicated emotions. "Mom, haven't you opened this box yet?"

"Yes." Zhuang Ya neatly opened the box. "Look, there are so many things."

Song Lingzi looked at it carefully, and found that the contents of the box were very simple, including the wedding photos of grandparents, the gold rings they wore, and some odds and ends.Finally, Song Lingzi was attracted by a key. "Mom, what is this key for?"

"Maybe it's the key to your grandfather's former office." Zhuang Ya said indifferently. "He couldn't let go of that place in his heart."

Song Lingzi picked up the key and looked through it carefully a few times, "No, this is very similar to the key of a bank locker."

Zhuang Ya's body trembled, her face showing a bit of astonishment: "How is it possible?"

"Why is it impossible?" Song Lingzi went to the bank and went through such procedures. "Mom, trust me."

"Then, how do we know which bank this key belongs to and what is the number?" Zhuang Ya panicked.Father left something for her, why didn't he tell her?

Song Lingzi looked carefully at the contents of the box, and finally, she noticed the number on the back of the wedding photo. "Mom, what number is this?"

"It's your grandma and your grandpa's wedding day." Zhuang Ya took a look. "Why, you suspect..."

"We can try." Song Lingzi replied with a smile.

"But, which bank..." Zhuang Ya stopped in the middle of speaking, and she had already guessed which bank it was.More than ten years ago, there were not many banks, and the most experienced one in S city was that bank. "What if we get it wrong?"

"Don't worry." Song Lingzi put the keys and photos into her bag. "If we get it wrong, it's like playing a game. If we get it right, it means that grandpa has a spirit in heaven."

Song Lingzi couldn't understand what Grandpa did. Since he wanted to leave the property to his daughter, why did he keep it so mysterious.

"Why didn't I know the existence of this inheritance, but she did." Zhuang Ya was a little frustrated. "Could it be that your grandfather didn't leave it to me, but wanted to leave it to her?"

"If this is the case, the key is not in your hands." Song Lingzi had an intuition that there might be some things in the locker that are not suitable for Zhuang Ya to know.Or, grandpa didn't want Zhuang Ya to know what's inside too early.

"You're right." Zhuang Ya swept away her depression, and said impatiently, "I see, let's go see it tomorrow."

Song Lingzi nodded, raised her hand and looked at her watch. "Mom, I have to go. Tomorrow I'll pick you up to the bank and go to Yangyang's house for hot pot."

"Okay." Zhuang Ya agreed. "Come early tomorrow, I'll make some soup for you to drink, you've lost weight."

Song Lingzi readily agreed.

Leaving her mother's house, Song Lingzi walked to the parking lot.Opening the car door, Song Lingzi sat in, suddenly feeling uneasy, but this uneasiness was quickly shaken off by her.

At dusk, Song Lingzi, who was cooking in the house, suddenly had her eyelids twitch violently, and then regained her composure.She thought she was overtired, so she sat on the sofa to rest for a while.

Lying halfway on the leather sofa, Song Lingzi closed her eyes to rest her mind, but at this moment the phone rang suddenly, making Song Lingzi jump in fright.

As soon as she picked up the phone, she heard Aunt Wang's panting voice: "Lingzi, come quickly, your mother was beaten unconscious at home, and now she is sent to the No. [-] Hospital of the city."

Song Lingzi heard that the phone hadn't been put down yet, so she rushed out the door, just in time to bump into Han Shaoting who pushed the door in.

She grabbed her husband's arm: "Shao Ting, hurry up, my mother was beaten unconscious and sent to the hospital."

It was the first time Han Shaoting saw Song Lingzi like this, his face was helpless, and his whole body trembled, as if he had encountered the most terrifying thing in the world. "Lingzi, calm down."

Song Lingzi couldn't listen, and kept repeating: "Quick, I'm going to see my mother."

Seeing that she didn't even put on her shoes, Han Shaoting dragged her in. "Hurry up, put on your clothes and shoes, I'll be at the city hospital in 10 minutes."

Song Lingzi originally wanted to break free from Han Shaoting's restraint, but Han Shaoting's strength was so great that she couldn't break free, so she could only half-drag to put on her clothes and shoes.When she finished dressing, Han Shaoting took her hand: "Let's go.".

The two of them rushed into the elevator and went downstairs without any hindrance.After getting into Han Shaoting's Hummer, Song Lingzi clutched her collar tightly, fearing that the misfortune of her previous life would befall her again.

Sensing Song Lingzi's worry, Han Shaoting drove the car to the fastest speed, and it took the two of them 10 minutes to enter the hospital.

"Dad, how is Mom?" Song Lingzi flew over, grabbed Song Jing's arm, and asked eagerly.

"Your mother is fine." Song Jing reassured. "The doctor has transferred her to the general ward."

"Which ward is it?" Song Lingzi didn't believe Song Jing's words, "I want to see with my own eyes that she is safe."

"Excuse me, who is Ms. Zhuang's family?" Before Song Lingzi asked her mother's whereabouts, two men in police uniforms came over and asked.

"I am." Song Lingzi and Song Jing both replied, Song Lingzi heard his father's answer, and gave him a meaningful look, Song Jing immediately took a few steps back.

Facing the two criminal policemen, Song Lingzi took two deep breaths: "I am Song Lingzi, the daughter of the wounded."

"Has your mother had any grudges with anyone recently?" The policeman asked Song Lingzi this question as soon as he opened his mouth.

Song Lingzi gasped, and Han Shaoting's face became serious.

"Isn't it burglary?" Song Jing wondered. "Isn't my wife injured by bandits?"

"No." One of the policemen flipped through the papers and said, "There is no financial loss, but the things in the house have been searched, and they seem to be looking for something."

Song Lingzi's eyes showed a bit of coldness. "you sure?"

"Okay." The policeman answered very positively. "The watch on your mother's hand is a limited edition. If you rob money, you will definitely not let it go."