Eighties Sweetheart Chapter 439 - 439 439 Accumulated Great Virtue

??Chapter 439: Chapter 439: Accumulated Great Virtue

Chapter 439: Chapter 439: Accumulated Great Virtue

Lew Xia stood up in shock.

She glared at Song Ting with wide eyes.

After all the words she wanted to say had been spoken, Song Ting felt less afraid.

In her heart, sothing nad courage began to grow.

“I think it’s best for you to move out now.

You can also tell others that you moved out because Jinglan is coming back in half a month, but of course, what you say is your own business, and it has nothing to do with .”

After she finished speaking, Song Ting sat on her own bed and stared straight at Lew Xia across the room, who was still incredulous and had not spoken a single word by now.

Song Ting was ready for a quarrel with her, or even a battle if necessary.

Although this would disgrace her teacher.

But it seed her teacher wasn’t afraid of being disgraced.

It was she who had thought too much, worried too much, and been too timid in the past.

Many things apparently aren’t as she imagined.

Once she took that step, the sky seed to have suddenly widened.

Lew Xia didn’t argue with her, and seeing Song Ting so bold, she backed down.

It was Duan Chuchu who had sent her, and it would be best if she could find an opportunity to drive Song Ting out of the dance troupe.

Duan Chuchu even said that once it was done, she would help her brother at the shoe factory move from worker to cadre.

Duan Chuchu’s elder brother was the factory manager of the First Shoe Factory.

She neither agreed nor opposed.

She only said she would see how things went.

Not everyone in this small group hated Song Ting.

So were indifferent, so actually admired Song Ting.

She always ranked first in the cultural classes, and others envied her focus on learning; no matter how others disturbed her, it wouldn’t affect her study.

But for Duan Chuchu and a few others, it was Song Ting’s professional skills and her voice that was as beautiful as heaven’s lody that they envied.

And so, inexplicably, there was this team.

She was half seduced, half intimidated by Duan Chuchu into this dormitory.

She asked Duan Chuchu how she planned to drive Song Ting out.

But the cunning and crafty Duan Chuchu just smiled without speaking.

Suddenly, Lew Xia understood everything.

If sothing went wrong, she would be the one to take the fall.

Actually, when you look at it, Song Ting wasn’t soone to be trifled with either.

So Lew Xia began packing her things.

She moved quickly, not speaking to Song Ting during the whole process.

But Song Ting didn’t care.

She discreetly wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief.

She just watched as Lew Xia moved all her belongings out, cleaned up the bed, and then handed the key to Song Ting.

Feeling like her governor and conception vessels had opened up, Song Ting frowned and asked, “You haven’t given this key to anyone, have you?

You didn’t have a copy made, did you?”

Lew Xia shook her head imdiately: “No.”

Then she realized what Song Ting was implying.

“…I swear I haven’t.” After saying that, Lew Xia, with a dark expression, picked up her belongings and left without looking back.

Song Ting watched the dorm room door close and finally let out a sigh of relief, lying on the bed and laughing quietly.

But within a few minutes, she went to find Li Mann, who lived in another dormitory.

This is what she said to Li Mann.

“Many people are jealous of , and they’d love nothing more than for

to roll out of here imdiately.

So they ca up with a vicious sche to hurt my only friend, Jinglan, maybe intentionally or maybe not, by knocking her down the stairs.

As a result, Jinglan has injured her ankle, but fortunately, my uncle is a skilled doctor.

He estimates she’ll be able to return to work in half a month.

Whether it was intentional or not, she must compensate for the dical expenses.

I’ve already reported the incident on behalf of Jinglan, and I’ve consulted with soone.

If it’s confird that the fall was caused by external forces but it’s uncertain who it was, then everyone present at the ti has to pay compensation.

There were six of you there.

My uncle has calculated that each person should pay 500 yuan.

I’ve delivered the ssage.

You can tell the others.”

Li Mann looked at Song Ting, equally incredulous.

Just one day had passed, yet why did it feel like a completely different person stood before her?

Could it be that Old Mr.

Ji had found soone to help?

Song Ting was rely notifying her, not there to debate what the situation was back then.

In any case, her statent was faultless, and she wasn’t afraid of Li Mann accusing her of slander or anything.

Song Ting left the dormitory.

It was now a little past eight in the evening.

The streets were still brightly lit, bustling with endless streams of people.

She had co by bicycle.

And the bicycle was parked in the bike shed.

There were lights there too, and a guard to watch over the bicycles.

In the shadows, a man was standing.

Under the light of the shed, his appearance was indiscernible, but Song Ting knew he was watching her.

At that mont, there were quite a few people parking or riding their bicycles.

Song Ting didn’t make a big deal out of it.

She pushed her bicycle out, not expecting the man who had been standing in the shadows to step out.

He was a man in his thirties.

His right hand was bandaged and slung around his neck.

Was he injured?

Song Ting looked at his face, but he wore a mask, so she couldn’t see his features.

Yet, in that instant, a boundless chill rose from her spine.

It enveloped her entire body in a flash.

In that mont, Song Ting felt as if her entire being had plunged into an ice cellar.

At that instant, it seed as if her heart stopped beating, and she couldn’t even breathe.

Panic, fear, towering rage, and boundless disgust—all these emotions burst forth within Song Ting.

Song Ting mounted her bicycle and hurriedly left the vicinity of the shed.

Only when she reached the main street did Song Ting finally let out a long sigh.

She looked around, and the overwhelming emotions slowly subsided.

Song Ting shook her head and laughed at herself for behaving like a nervous wreck.

Then she happily cycled towards ho.

After more than a year, Guo Hao saw Song Ting again.

He found that Song Ting was even more beautiful than before, with an even more extraordinary aura.

Guo Hao glanced at his own hand, his face twisted with a fierce expression.

Having gained nothing despite giving so much, how could he accept this?

This ti, he definitely couldn’t let Song Ting slip through his fingers again.

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Song Yunuan and Old Mrs.

Song arrived in Beidu, greeted by Song Ting and Adah.

Seeing her daughter much thinner, Old Mrs.

Song was both heartbroken and angry, thinking if only she had been more assertive and strong-willed, there would have been no need for her and Little Nuan to make the long journey to Beidu.

They had originally planned to co after May Day.

But they had to co earlier than expected.

Adah had recovered from his injuries, and when he saw Song Yunuan, he instinctively shrank back, but still approached with a smile, eager to please, and took over the luggage.

This ti they were going to a house bought by Song Yunuan, and although it was purchased with Xia Xindong’s money, Song Yunuan’s na was written as the owner.

It was Old Mrs.

Song’s first visit to Beidu, and she was excited with trembling hands, especially when seeing the wide streets and towering buildings; she cried, saying she never dread she would one day visit Beidu in her lifeti.

Old Mrs.

Song was thrilled with everything she saw, yet she wasn’t quite satisfied with the courtyard house.

She looked around and frowned, “This is too cramped; it’s either high walls or houses all around.

Standing in the yard, the only view is to look up at the sky.”

Actually, the courtyard house was quite nice, obtained through connections by Old Mr.

Ji.

Though she said this, Old Mrs.

Song also realized that having such a courtyard house in Beidu was a blessing from her ancestors…