Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 1098: Making Something Out of Nothing, Causing Great Harm

Her action drew a chuckle from Han Jingchen: "Asleep."

Gu Wanqing shot him a fierce glare: "You know your son sleeps lightly. All this noise, and if he wakes up, we'll be in for trouble."

Han Jingchen amiably drew Gu Wanqing closer: "Yes, yes, yes, my mistake."

Right after he owned up, Gu Wanqing grew solemn: "Enough fooling around, let's discuss serious matters."

Han Jingchen guided Gu Wanqing to a seat and erased his grin: "Those folks finally cracked and revealed some secrets."

Gu Wanqing's body stiffened instantly: "What did they reveal?"

Han Jingchen leaned in and murmured: "They picked up word of another treasure trove tied to the Gu Family, supposedly their real bedrock. Worst of all, rumors claim the Gu Family possesses a priceless artifact brimming with marvels."

Gu Wanqing's rage boiled over at these words: "A second treasure site for the Gu Family? It could be legit, given our generations in trade. But that rare treasure nonsense? It's pure invention meant to do us harm?

Our Gu Family's suffered from these groundless tales. No clue who's scheming against us or what we did to deserve it."

Han Jingchen parted his lips to respond when the young lady burst in with bold steps.

Before he could inquire, the phone started ringing.

Xinyan snatched it up swiftly: "Hello, who's this?"

Her words barely out, Jiang Peiqin's voice crackled through, sounding strangely unsteady: "Peiqin, what's the matter?"

At Xinyan's question, Jiang Peiqin's voice broke: "Xinyan, you free right now?"

Xinyan pressed urgently: "What's going on? Where are you?"

Jiang Peiqin fell quiet for ages.

Xinyan gentled her tone: "Peiqin, just say where you are?"

Jiang Peiqin stayed silent, but right before Xinyan played her ace card: "What do I do, Yanyan? He's sullied now; looks like we're done for."

Xinyan instantly pieced it together: "No fears, tell me your spot, I'll rush over and keep you company."

Jiang Peiqin gave the address without hesitation this time.

Xinyan skipped full details with her parents, merely saying sorry: "Mom, Dad, we'll chat later no matter what. Emergency calls—I gotta head out."

Then she dashed away frantically.

Familiar with Jiang Peiqin's fiery nature, Xinyan worried she might take drastic steps.

Outwardly cool and detached, as if nothing fazed her, she was deeply sentimental inside—Xinyan dreaded arriving too late.

A car tore down the street at high speed, alarming crowds of walkers who yelled profanities.

Ignoring the lot, Xinyan shaved an hour's drive down to forty minutes.

She banged the car door closed and hurried to Jiang Peiqin's spot.

Finding her, Jiang Peiqin sat solitary, knees drawn up, lost in stupor, cheeks streaked with dried tears.

Spotting Xinyan approach, she acted like a lost kid: "Xinyan, what am I supposed to do?"

Xinyan enveloped her in a firm embrace: "Don't worry, I'm with you now. Spill what happened."

Resting her head on Xinyan's shoulder, Jiang Peiqin shared: "The wedding was nearly locked in, but last-second issues delayed it to March post-New Year.

Yet last night, after boozing with buddies, disaster struck. I got there to find the girl sobbing hysterically, claiming Ling Wenhao had assaulted her.

I trust him, yet she's always been spotless in the community—totally lost on next steps?"