The 60s Island: The Daily Life of a Capitalist Young Lady with the Army - Chapter 80: Everything Will Be Ruined by Women Like Her

Chapter 80: Everything Will Be Ruined by Women Like Her

“So… isn’t that just exploiting gratitude for personal gain?”

The female soldier who first brought up the life-saving favor also came to this realization, her face showing sudden understanding.

“That’s right! She must have used the life-saving favor to force Battalion Commander Long to marry her!”

“Exactly! Battalion Commander Long is such a principled and loyal person. Faced with his savior, he definitely couldn’t refuse!”

“This woman is so cunning! To use such a method to tie down Battalion Commander Long!”

“Absolutely, how vicious!”

In that moment, through everyone’s assumptions and discussions, Xu Xiangsi’s image had completely transformed from a “vase with problematic background” into a “vicious, cunning woman who exploits gratitude for personal gain.”

Meanwhile, their White Moonlight, Battalion Commander Long, became a victim of circumstance – a loyal and principled man forced into submission against his will.

Thinking this way, everyone felt everything made sense and became much more comfortable with the situation.

Meanwhile, Xu Xiangsi, at the center of this storm, remained completely unaware of it all.

The afternoon sun was warm, carrying a drowsy temperature that made one sleepy.

Xu Xiangsi reclined lazily on the bamboo lounge chair in the yard, covered with the thin blanket Long Peiye had specifically instructed her to use before leaving in the morning.

Freshly recovered from her serious illness, her entire being exuded an indescribable weariness.

The book lay open on her lap, but she hadn’t read a single word.

Her gaze was unfocused, simply feeling immensely grounded and peaceful while quietly basking in the sunlight, occasionally hearing distant bird songs.

Long Peiye’s home, much like the man himself, gave her an unprecedented sense of security.

Just then, a wave of noisy clamoring approached from afar, like a sharp pair of scissors instantly tearing through this tranquility.

Xu Xiangsi frowned, slightly straightening up from the lounge chair as she looked toward the source of the noise.

Outside her low fence wall stood a group of people she hadn’t noticed gathering.

All were young female soldiers in uniform.

The one leading them, her face flushed red, was glaring at her angrily.

It was Li Hong.

She had brought seven or eight equally indignant female soldiers, charging over here with aggressive momentum, originally intending to storm in and confront Xu Xiangsi directly.

But separated by the fence wall, when they saw the scene inside, everyone froze in place as if under a spell.

Inside the wall, the legendary “capitalist’s daughter” was quietly reclining on the lounge chair.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse leaves, casting dappled shadows on her pale, nearly translucent face.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes carrying a trace of confusion at being disturbed, her entire being beautiful like a serene oil painting.

Outside the wall were their faces, distorted by anger and the exertion of running.

The contrast was too stark, too glaring.

That forward-charging momentum to “uphold justice” suddenly stalled.

Looking at the leisurely woman, for a moment, they actually felt hesitant to approach.

For an instant, they even felt that they were the unreasonable ones causing trouble.

A female soldier at the back, seeing the scene before her, suddenly came to her senses.

She quietly tugged at the sleeve of the person beside her, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum.

“Is… is it really appropriate for us to charge over like this?”

“Yeah, look at her… she doesn’t seem like the Fox spirit Bai Rumeng described.”

An absurd yet sharp question abruptly pierced the minds of several people.

Why are we here?

What right do we have to come?

Does Battalion Commander Long’s marriage have anything to do with us?

Just because of Bai Rumeng’s vague words in the dance studio, we came here to pass judgment on someone?

However, this clarity belonged only to a few.

Li Hong stared at Xu Xiangsi’s leisurely and composed demeanor, and the fire in her heart flared up even more intensely!

How dare she be so carefree!

This woman with problematic class background! This Capitalist’s daughter who only knows how to bewitch people with her looks!

She isn’t worthy of Battalion Commander Long at all!

Li Hong felt a surge of hot blood rush to her head, burning away all her rationality.

She saw Xu Xiangsi’s calmness as a silent display of arrogance and provocation!

She suddenly pointed at Xu Xiangsi inside the courtyard, her voice cutting sharply through the air.

“Look at her!”

“Completely at ease! So relaxed and content!”

“Does she even know how much pressure Battalion Commander Long has to bear to marry her? How much he has to sacrifice?”

“Our Battalion Commander Long defends the nation in the army, while she’s here enjoying a life of comfort!”

The more Li Hong spoke, the angrier she became, her voice growing louder as if trying to prove her righteousness through volume.

“Battalion Commander Long’s future, his career, his lifelong happiness—all will be ruined by a woman like her!”

She glared fiercely at Xu Xiangsi, almost grinding her teeth as she squeezed out the final three words from her throat.

“How is she worthy!”

Li Hong’s fiery question exploded in the quiet afternoon.

Yet, the woman on the lounge chair didn’t even twitch an eyebrow.

Her clear eyes merely swept over Li Hong indifferently, as if looking at an unreasonable madwoman.

This complete disregard embarrassed Li Hong more than any rebuttal could!

Her rage reached its peak, and the thread of her rationality snapped with an audible “crack!”

“Xu Xiangsi! Come out here!”

Li Hong rushed to the courtyard gate in a few quick steps, raising her hand to pound heavily on the wooden door.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

“Stop pretending to be dead! Open the door!”

The female soldiers she brought along exchanged uneasy glances. They wanted to intervene but didn’t dare cross Li Hong in her current state.

Xu Xiangsi had actually noticed them earlier.

The familiar military uniforms—who else could they be but from the Arts Troupe?

Last time it was Bai Rumeng, this time a whole group.

They really were persistent.

She was utterly tired of dealing with these self-righteous fools.

But she also knew that ignoring them would only mean they’d keep knocking until dark, and it would make them think she was afraid.

Xu Xiangsi let out an almost inaudible sigh, tinged with the impatience of someone whose peaceful rest had been disturbed.

She stretched lazily, her soft waist arching into a graceful, indolent curve in the sunlight.

Then, she slowly rose from the lounge chair, the thin blanket covering her slipping to the ground.

She shuffled toward the courtyard gate in her slippers, moving with unhurried, swaying steps.

Her leisurely pace made it seem as though she wasn’t going to answer the door, but rather heading to some trivial appointment.

“Creak—”

The old wooden door was pulled open a crack.

Outside, Li Hong had her hand raised to knock again. As the door opened, she immediately lowered it and launched into a barrage of accusations.

“What took you so long! You did it on purpose, didn’t you!”

Xu Xiangsi couldn’t even be bothered to lift her eyelids.

A swift, dismissive eye-roll.

“Smack!”

She immediately slammed the courtyard gate shut again, right after pulling it open!

The gust of wind stirred by the swinging door brushed past Li Hong’s nose, sending a shiver through her.

Li Hong was completely stunned.

How… how dare she slam the door right in my face in front of so many people?!

The moment she processed what happened, Li Hong nearly exploded with rage!

“Xu Xiangsi! Open this door right now!”

She began pounding on the door like a madwoman, her fists striking with such force that the entire gate rattled noisily.

“Open up! You coward! If you’ve got the guts, open this door!”