I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 155: Sudden Change

And Meng Siqi, she had gained nothing and had undeservedly given away a spot, only to be scolded by her son.

Her heart felt stifled, which is why she had been holding back from calling He Xiuyu; it was always He Xiuyu who took the initiative to call her.

But it was just a few times.

She knew that He Xiuyu was busy.

Both her younger and older sons were excellent, the most outstanding boys in the compound.

She was proud and honored.

Her children, Meng Siqi’s children, shone like stars in the sky—brilliant and dazzling—in her heart, no one could compare to them.

Yet neither of them was by her side.

He Shan was busy all day, and her only daughter was out every day, playing with a group of friends, carrying a recorder whose purpose Meng Siqi did not understand.

Sighing, she felt she should give He Xiuyu a call.

But she thought, what if that despicable woman’s daughter, Qiao Qingyu, answered the phone? That would utterly disgust her.

Thinking this, Meng Siqi bit her lip and put the phone back down.

Just then, someone knocked on her door; the maid was busy in the kitchen, so Meng Siqi composed herself and leisurely went to open the door.

Standing at the door was a young man in his twenties, wearing a white short-sleeve shirt and gold-rimmed glasses. He first presented his work badge and stated he was from the Foreign Affairs Department, then politeness inquired, "Dean Meng, is Mr. He home?"

"He’s out, and I don’t know when he’ll be back."

"Dean Meng, you might not recognize me. My name is Zhao Tian. I currently work in the Foreign Affairs Department. Yesterday, we received a letter from the M country. It was from Wu Xiucai, the Chairman of Wulong Group, a patriotic overseas Chinese who has made many contributions to our country. He wrote a letter to Mr. He, which traveled through many places before finally reaching our Foreign Affairs Department..."

Meng Siqi was somewhat puzzled, "To my knowledge, our family’s Old He doesn’t seem to know anyone from M country’s Wulong Group..."

"Dean Meng, don’t worry, the letter is legitimate. Mr. Wu is also a patriot. It’s said that he’s currently preparing to move all his industries back to Huaxia."

Zhao Tian then added, "It’s very likely they knew each other decades ago."

At that moment, someone outside the gate called for Zhao Tian.

Zhao Tian quickly handed over the letter to Meng Siqi, "Dean Meng, when Mr. He returns, I hope you can pass this letter to him."

Meng Siqi took the letter, nodded and said, "Mr. Zhao, rest assured, I will definitely deliver this letter to our family’s Mr. He."

Zhao Tian hurriedly left, and Meng Siqi took the letter into the living room, placing it on the coffee table while she pondered whether to call her son.

However, her gaze kept falling on the letter. After a moment, Meng Siqi picked up the letter, which hadn’t been opened, even though it was mailed from abroad, it was intact.

It seemed there shouldn’t be any problem with it, especially since the era sensitive to overseas relations had passed, and nowadays, many people in Beijing wished their families had overseas connections to facilitate going abroad.

Meng Siqi bit her lips tightly; the letter was giving her an uneasy feeling.

But it was He Shan’s letter.

Whether it was business or personal, she had no right to open it privately, for opening it would be a mistake.

Even if she was He Shan’s family member, it was not allowable.

Besides, she didn’t have the guts either.

So, Meng Siqi placed the letter on the coffee table, and then she picked up her own handbag and left the house.

At the door, Meng Siqi saw the guard Xiao Wu and said to him, "I won’t be home this morning. If Old He comes back, just tell him there’s a letter on the living room coffee table from an elderly Mr. Wu from abroad."

Xiao Wu quickly nodded, "Dean Meng, don’t worry, I’ll inform Mr. He when he returns."

Meng Siqi frowned slightly, paused, but still descended the steps and hurriedly left.

Xiao Wu was called away by two colleagues, and just at that moment, Meng Siqi’s cat came downstairs. Seeing no one in the living room, it swooped onto the coffee table. Just then, the housekeeper came out of the kitchen. Seeing the cat jump onto the coffee table, she was about to shout when the cat flicked its tail, jumped onto the sofa, but knocked over a full cup of water that was on the coffee table.

The water spilled all over the letter.

It could be said that the letter was soaked by the water.

The housekeeper was startled and quickly walked over.

Halfway there, she hastily returned to the kitchen to grab a towel. By the time she had wiped up all the water, the letter was completely soaked, leaving the housekeeper unsure of what to say.

The cat belonged to Meng Siqi, but being a mute animal, they could only wait until the two of them returned to discuss it.

The letter was sealed, and even though it was soaked, she dared not look at its contents.

The housekeeper placed the letter on the windowsill, intending to let the wind dry it.

When He Shan returned in the afternoon, the housekeeper told him about the incident. He Shan’s face immediately changed. He knew Mr. Wu, a highly respected overseas Chinese who had donated during the war years and assisted his homeland during peacetime in construction.

Though he had never met him and had had no contact, that didn’t prevent He Shan from respecting him. But he had never imagined that Mr. Wu would write him a letter.

It must have been something very important.

By then, even though the letter had been dried by the wind, when he carefully opened it, the two pages inside were just a smudge of ink—exaggeration aside, not a single word was discernible.

He Shan stood by the window, wanting to scold Meng Siqi, but she hadn’t returned, and scolding the cat would have been pointless since it wouldn’t understand him. He decided to call the Foreign Affairs Department to inquire if they knew anything about the contents of the letter, since it was mailed from abroad and, in strict sense, they should have opened it for inspection.

But before He Shan could make the call, a flurry of footsteps came from outside.

He lived in a large compound, inhabiting a two-story Western-style house with features of the Republican era and made of old red bricks. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

In front was a garden, and at the back, a vegetable patch he had cultivated himself.

The garden belonged to Meng Siqi, and the vegetable patch to him.

Front and back of the house, clearly divided between the two.

At that moment, the old man frowned and looked forward, only to see Xiao Wu escorting two people hurriedly across the garden’s red brick path towards the main gate.

He didn’t recognize those two men, but it seemed he had seen them at the Foreign Affairs Department before—just as well, since he had wanted to ask them something.

Xiao Wu brought the two men into the house and then stood within the living room.

Mr. He, with his hands clasped behind his back, watched them.

Zhao Tian looked somewhat anxious. Little did he expect that such earth-shattering changes would occur in just three hours.