Chapter 68 Will You Marry Me?

Father Xu stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he was holding a rare treasure, but also as if he was afraid that it would break if touched, and carefully stroked the bright lintel of the new factory building.

"Han Yao Textile Factory", five big characters, written with vigorous and powerful strokes, were written by Xue Han himself.

Every word seemed to carry warmth, soothing Mr. Xu's weathered heart.

Qiuyue's big black eyes seemed to have discovered a new world. She pointed at the factory gate and said, "Look, Mom!"

I saw three gray little sparrows surrounding a plastic bottle that had fallen to the ground, pecking at it with relish.

There were still traces of glue on the plastic bottle, which was the same low-quality stuff used on Sun's mother's wig.

"These little guys have quite a keen nose." Xu Yao chuckled, feeling very happy.

She gently rubbed Qiuyue's little head and said lovingly, "Little greedy cat, it seems that you have smelled the smell too? Don't worry, I will take you to eat the braised pork in the factory cafeteria later. You will be full!"

This braised pork was made by the canteen chef specially instructed by Xu Yao. It is fat and lean, and melts in your mouth. The taste is amazing!

The atmosphere of the opening ceremony reached its peak at this moment.

The director of the subdistrict office cleared his throat, and a rare smile appeared on his iron-faced face: "Comrades, today is a good day! On behalf of the subdistrict office, I would like to announce a happy event! In view of Comrade Xue Han's outstanding performance in the army and his winning of the third-class merit, Han Yao Textile Factory is specially granted a three-year tax exemption!"

This is a real discount!

With three years of tax exemption, how much money would be saved? It would be enough to provide benefits to the workers!

There was a thunderous applause from the audience.

However, just when everyone thought the ceremony was about to end successfully, Xue Han suddenly reached out and pressed Xu Yao's shoulder.

"Um... I have something else to say." Xue Han's voice contained a barely perceptible hint of nervousness.

He took a deep breath, turned around and faced everyone, his eyes firm and gentle.

Then he carefully took out a faded red silk bag from his pocket.

This cloth bag looks quite old, and the edges are frayed.

"This is..." Someone in the crowd made a puzzled sound.

Xue Han slowly opened the cloth bag, his movements as gentle as if he was opening a priceless treasure.

However, what fell out of the cloth bag was not some gold or silver jewelry, but a yellowed photo.

In the photo, a young girl in military uniform looks heroic, with confidence and determination in her eyes.

It was the young Xu Yao!

"Wow!" There was an exclamation from the crowd.

No one expected that Xue Han actually hid such a photo.

This is definitely a reminder of memories!

Just when everyone thought Xue Han was about to make a passionate confession, he suddenly knelt on one knee and held up the photo.

"Comrade Xu Yao, will you marry me?" Xue Han's voice was trembling slightly, but full of sincerity and affection.

This operation was totally unexpected!

The scene exploded instantly.

"Marry him! Marry him!"

“This is true love!”

“How romantic!”

However, just as Xu Yao was moved to tears and was about to agree, a sharp voice suddenly broke out from the crowd.

"Xu Yao! You are such a jinx! You are killing your husband!"

Sun's mother rushed out from the crowd like a madman, pointing at Xu Yao's nose and cursing.

Her distorted face was filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"You are the jinx! Your whole family is jinx!" Before Xu Yao could refute, a weak voice sounded first.

Father Xu stood up tremblingly, his face as pale as a piece of paper, with a trace of blood foam at the corner of his mouth.

"Back then...back then...I found the medical record book that I secretly hid!" Father Xu's voice was intermittent, as if he would die at any time.

Medical record book? What medical record?

Everyone's eyes were focused on Father Xu.

He took out a crumpled brown paper bag from his arms, opened it tremblingly, and took out a yellowed notebook from it.

“This…what is this?” Sun’s mother’s face turned pale in an instant.

Father Xu took a deep breath, as if he had used up all his strength, opened the medical record book and held it up.

The medical record clearly stated: "Congenital heart disease, hospitalization is recommended."

The time of the onset of the disease was exactly the day when Xu Yao’s daughter Qiuyue in her previous life was born!

The truth finally came to light!

It turned out that Xu Yao’s ex-husband was not killed by her, but died of congenital heart disease!

Mother Sun's expression became even uglier.

She seemed to have lost all her strength and collapsed to the ground. The wig on her head slipped off again, revealing the new hair that had grown after chemotherapy.

"No...it's not like that..." Sun's mother murmured to herself, her voice full of despair.

Xue Han pressed the medical record book against Sun's mother's chest. His eyes were as cold as ice cones, and his tone was devoid of warmth: "Your son should have died long ago." Every word he said seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, which made people shudder.

Sun's mother slumped on the ground, with her wig hanging crookedly on her head, looking like a funny clown.

Her lips trembled, but she could not utter a single syllable. Only two lines of turbid old tears slid down silently.

The next second, Xue Han seemed like a different person. He turned around and gently embraced Xu Yao in his arms. His deep eyes were filled with tenderness and love.

In front of everyone, he spoke each word with great force: "I, Xue Han, am willing to use my life and everything I have for the rest of my life to protect her for the rest of her life, to save her from disturbance, pain, and displacement!"

There was a burst of warm applause and cheers from the crowd, as if celebrating the couple who had gone through so much hardship and finally saw the light of day.

At this moment, Qiuyue came up to the two of them with her short legs, holding a red rope in her hand. She smiled like a flower and said in a baby voice, "Mom said that if we tie the red rope together, we can never be separated!" As she spoke, she put the red rope around Xue Han and Xu Yao's wrists and tied a knot in all seriousness.

This red rope is exactly the one that the "third sister" of the Sun family used to blackmail Xu Yao!

Now, it has become a token of their love. The irony of this makes people sigh.

As dusk fell, the yard of the textile factory was brightly lit and bustling with people.

Xue Han suddenly dragged Xu Yao and hid in a warehouse behind the factory.

"The Sun family stuffed emetics into Qiuyue's schoolbag." Xue Han's voice was low and solemn, as if he was suppressing something.

The warehouse was dimly lit and filled with a mixed smell of motor oil and cotton wool.

Xue Han took out a military dagger from his pocket. The blade was shining with cold light and extremely sharp.

He skillfully picked open the needle hole on the medicine bottle, and a pungent smell of chemicals instantly filled the air.

"This medicine is imported and has strong medicinal properties." The blade reflected the intertwined reflections of the two people. Xue Han's face looked even colder in the dim light.

"I checked. In your previous life...your daughter died from this same type of drug."

Xu Yao's heart sank suddenly, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet to her head.

She unconsciously buried her head in Xue Han's neck, smelling the familiar scent of gunpowder and engine oil on his body, as if she had found a safe haven.

"Xue Han, let's go home." Her voice was trembling slightly, but full of determination.

At this moment, the voice of the director of the street office was heard from a distance: "Mother and son of the Sun family, come with us!" There was a hint of majesty and unquestionableness in his voice.

Xu Yao and Xue Han smiled at each other, everything was said without words.

When I got home, it was already late at night.

Under the dim light, Xu Yao was carefully wiping the red candles used in the wedding, with a happy smile on her face.

Xue Han stood behind her, looking at her tenderly.

Suddenly, he crushed a small medicine bottle...