The 60s Island: The Daily Life of a Capitalist Young Lady with the Army - Chapter 89: What's Wrong with That?

Chapter 89: What’s Wrong with That?

Bai Rumeng’s aged face flushed completely to the color of liver.

Her proud eloquence was utterly useless before this little wretch!

Her proud status was mocked as worthless before this little wretch!

This was no frightened little white rabbit—this was clearly a venomous scorpion that had gained sentience!

“You… You’re completely unreasonable!” Bai Rumeng trembled with rage, her finger pointing at Xu Xiangsi shaking as if she had Parkinson’s.

She sharply turned her head toward Long Peiye, her voice shrill enough to pierce eardrums: “Long Peiye! How much longer are you going to indulge her!”

“Look at her behavior! From start to finish, she’s been lying!”

Bai Rumeng pointed at her still-throbbing shoulder, then at Li Hong who was still moaning in the vegetable patch.

“The injury on me was caused by her! Li Hong was also struck by her! Look at the blood on Li Hong’s head!”

“At such a young age, her methods are so cruel! Her mind so malicious! How can you want a woman like this!”

Just as Xu Xiangsi was about to speak to find some “self-defense” justification for herself, the man in front of her suddenly let out a cold snort: “Hmph.”

That derisive sound was more biting than winter’s chill.

Long Peiye couldn’t even be bothered to look at Bai Rumeng again. He merely swept his ice-cold gaze slowly over the several female soldiers present who were trembling with fear.

“Barging into my home without permission, surrounding and attacking my frail and sickly wife.”

His voice wasn’t loud, but it struck everyone’s hearts like a heavy hammer: “She fought back to protect herself.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

He spoke the last few words extremely slowly, yet with the oppressive force of an approaching storm.

Bai Rumeng was practically exploding with fury!

“That’s not what happened at all! It was her who first…”

“Did you or did you not break into my home without reason?” Long Peiye interrupted her with a cold laugh, finally deigning to shift his gaze toward her.

His finger slowly rose, pointing toward the thoroughly wrecked wooden door in the corner of the yard: “Don’t try to argue with me.”

“My door is still broken!”

Bai Rumeng followed his pointing finger to look—the shattered door panel hung like a resounding slap across her face.

All her prepared arguments were instantly choked in her throat.

Not a single word could escape.

Li Hong! It was all that fool Li Hong’s fault!

She wished she could rush over right now, drag that incompetent failure from the vegetable patch, and strangle her to death all over again!

Watching Bai Rumeng’s face contorted with stifled rage, the mockery at the corner of Long Peiye’s mouth deepened.

“Breaking and entering—the evidence is conclusive.”

“My wife was engaging in reasonable self-defense within her own home.”

He stated the facts methodically, each word pressing down like a stone upon Bai Rumeng and the group of female soldiers.

“No matter where this matter is taken, no one can find fault with that.”

After speaking, he paused, as if suddenly remembering something: “Perfect timing.”

“Later, I’ll personally visit your Arts Troupe.”

“Have a good talk with your Director Ding.”

“Ask him to give me a reasonable explanation for why his soldiers would kick open Long Peiye’s door in broad daylight like a bunch of bandits!”

The moment these words were spoken!

The female soldiers who had come with Bai Rumeng instantly paled in unison.

Go… go find Regimental Commander Ding?

When they had arrived, there was only one thought in their minds—to uphold justice, overthrow the capitalist’s daughter, and help Battalion Commander Long escape his misery!

Each one of them was filled with righteous indignation, believing themselves to be paragons of virtue.

Now, doused by Long Peiye’s icy words, their minds abruptly cleared.

What followed was a bone-deep, penetrating dread.

Unprovoked provocation, trespassing into the battalion commander’s residence, surrounding and attacking a military wife…

Any one of these charges alone would be enough to land them in serious trouble! At best, a formal reprimand; at worst… they could even be directly discharged!

The female soldier who had first asked Long Peiye if he remembered her, Fang Jie, was so terrified her lips turned white.

She nervously swallowed, staring at Long Peiye’s face—more frightening than the King of Hell—and spoke in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum.

“Battalion… Battalion Commander Long…”

“This… this matter… really isn’t what you think…”

Fang Jie’s eyes darted around frantically, desperately searching for a way out of this hopeless situation.

She forced a smile uglier than crying: “Battalion Commander Long, this… this is truly a misunderstanding!”

“We… we just heard that Comrade Xu Xiangsi wasn’t feeling well and wanted to check on her, to… to have a good chat with her…”

As she spoke, she frantically signaled with her eyes to the other women beside her.

The others instantly understood, as if grasping a lifeline, and hurriedly nodded in agreement.

“Yes, yes! We were just overly concerned!”

“We just wanted to communicate properly with Comrade Xu Xiangsi, afraid she might be having some troubling thoughts!”

Xu Xiangsi, leaning against Long Peiye’s chest, raised an eyebrow slightly.

Well, these Arts Troupe female soldiers were quite skilled at twisting the truth.

A faint, mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips. She was just about to step in herself and teach them what true “green tea art” really meant.

But Long Peiye’s cold, indifferent voice rang out first: “The door to our home has been kicked into this state.”

He tightened his arm around Xu Xiangsi, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm: “And now you’re telling me you meant no harm?”

The faces of those female soldiers instantly paled another three shades.

Long Peiye’s gaze, sharp as a blade, swept across each of their faces: “Or do you all think that I, Long Peiye, as a battalion commander, am that easy to fool?”

“Do you really believe I got to where I am solely through family connections?”

“That I’m some clueless fool?”

These words, though not loud, fell like an invisible mountain crashing down!

The air instantly froze.

No one dared to utter another word.

The disdain and pressure emanating from his very bones made it difficult for them to even breathe.

Just then, a hysterical, shrill female voice suddenly tore through the dead silence!

“That’s right! She is a cancerous tumor of Capitalism!”

Everyone turned in shock.

They saw Li Hong—the woman who had been groaning in the vegetable patch just moments before—had somehow struggled to her feet.

Her hair was disheveled, her face covered in mud and blood, the whole person looking like a demon clawing its way out of hell.

Pointing at Xu Xiangsi, who was sheltered in Long Peiye’s embrace, she screamed hoarsely.

“So what if you’re the battalion commander!”

“That Xu Xiangsi! She is nothing but a remnant of Capitalism! A sugar-coated bullet corroding our revolutionary ranks!”

“Someone like her should be dragged out for criticism and struggle! She should be sent down to the most remote farm! Let her properly undergo labor reform!”

Bai Rumeng’s face turned pale. She wanted to scold Li Hong, but it was already too late.

Li Hong seemed to have gone completely mad.

Her bloodshot eyes glared fixedly at Long Peiye, no longer containing even a trace of admiration, only the venomous desire to perish together.

“Long Peiye! As a cadre of the people! A revolutionary officer!”

“You cannot shield her! This is a matter of political stance!”