The 60s Island: The Daily Life of a Capitalist Young Lady with the Army - Chapter 93: Who Wouldn't Be Afraid?

Chapter 93: Who Wouldn’t Be Afraid?

Wang Zhengwei’s gaze swept imperceptibly over Bai Rumeng’s rigid face.

A flicker of undetectable disappointment passed through his eyes.

He then turned back to Xu Xiangsi, his expression having returned to its amiable state: “Comrade Xu Xiangsi, please continue.”

Xu Xiangsi gave a slight nod, as if acknowledging the fairness Wang Zhengwei had shown.

Her pale face showed no emotion, but her clear, bright eyes seemed capable of seeing through people’s hearts.

“Reporting to the Political Commissar,” her voice remained steady, neither hurried nor slow, “the first words Comrade Li Hong spoke to me were quite impolite.”

“And among this group of people, aside from Comrade Bai Rumeng, I didn’t recognize any of them.”

These words were like a fine needle gently pricking Bai Rumeng’s heart.

Xu Xiangsi’s gaze drifted almost imperceptibly over Bai Rumeng: “It just so happens that only a few days ago, Comrade Bai Rumeng came to my home and had an unpleasant confrontation with me.”

She casually dropped this bombshell.

Bai Rumeng’s pupils instantly contracted!

Xu Xiangsi seemed not to notice her reaction and continued addressing Wang Zhengwei.

“So, when such a large group of people appeared aggressively at my doorstep, I thought to myself that they must be here to cause trouble for me.”

She raised her eyes to meet Wang Zhengwei’s probing gaze and asked frankly: “Commissar, wouldn’t you say that for someone in my condition, having such thoughts was perfectly normal?”

Wang Zhengwei nodded subconsciously.

Not just someone in her condition—any normal person in that situation would have thought the same.

Seeing the commissar’s nod, Xu Xiangsi felt increasingly assured.

“Since I believed they were here to cause trouble, naturally I didn’t want to let them in.”

“So I closed the door again.”She paused, her tone carrying a hint of taken-for-granted innocence.”

“Commissar, this… shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

“After all, I’m just a weak woman who has recently recovered from serious illness, alone at home.”

“They came in a group of eight, every one of them looking like they were here to condemn me.”

“If I say I was frightened at the time, that’s… normal too, isn’t it?”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it struck like a whip across the faces of every female soldier present.

Causing them to lower their heads even further.

Wang Zhengwei’s eyebrows unconsciously furrowed.

His gaze swept over the cowed female soldiers, and for the first time, genuine severity appeared in his eyes.

Indeed.

A group of young, strong revolutionary soldiers, swarming into the home of a sick family member like that.

Who wouldn’t be afraid?

Who could possibly not be afraid?

Thinking this, he couldn’t help but nod heavily once more.

Xu Xiangsi’s logic was impeccable.

She continued: “Commissar, since I had already closed the door, this clearly expressed my attitude—I did not welcome their visit.”

“A polite, normal person in such circumstances should have left, shouldn’t they?”

“Even if there was some urgent matter, they should have at least identified themselves and stated their purpose outside the door, allowing me to assess the situation before deciding whether to let them in, correct?”

Wang Zhengwei nodded for the third time.

Comrade Xu Xiangsi’s words were completely reasonable, every syllable within proper bounds.

With reason and restraint, advancing and retreating with measure.

In contrast, Bai Rumeng and her group…

Wang Zhengwei’s gaze grew several degrees colder.

Just then, Xu Xiangsi’s tone abruptly shifted, her voice turning icy, as if tempered with frost.

“But they did not.”

“This comrade Li Hong, without a single word of explanation, directly lifted her foot and kicked my courtyard gate!”

“A loud bang echoed as she kicked apart the newly replaced door latch!”

“Then, they barged in just like that, rushed up to me, pointed at my nose, and began hurling insults.”

Her gaze, like two sharp blades, shot straight toward Li Hong’s blood-stained face: “Comrade Li Hong, is there a single word, a single character in what I just said that wrongfully accuses you?”

“I…”

Li Hong opened her mouth, the bloodstains and pallor on her face intertwining, making her appear utterly disheveled.

She wanted to refute, but found herself unable to utter a single word.

Because every damn word Xu Xiangsi said was an ironclad fact!

Kicking the door—true.

Barging in—true.

Pointing and shouting insults—also true!

The office fell into deathly silence.

The female soldiers opened their mouths, wanting to defend themselves, but found they had no grounds for rebuttal.

Everything sounded so reasonable.

Every one of Xu Xiangsi’s reactions seemed so “normal.”

So why did they feel as if they had fallen into an elaborately woven trap, sinking deeper and deeper, with everything feeling wrong?

Bai Rumeng’s expression had completely darkened, looking utterly grim.

She finally understood where that strange feeling came from!

Xu Xiangsi was using facts, using so-called “reason,” to firmly nail them to the Pillar of Shame for “picking quarrels and bullying others with their influence!”

No! She absolutely couldn’t let her continue like this!

If this went on, they would be completely finished!

Alarm bells rang loudly in Bai Rumeng’s mind. She abruptly raised her head, her shrill voice once again piercing the office’s tranquility: “You’re lying!”

She stared fixedly at Xu Xiangsi, her tone agitated, as if wishing she could replay the scene like a movie: “It was you who provoked Comrade Li Hong first, and she only kicked the door in because she couldn’t bear it!”

Bai Rumeng’s shrill voice was like an awl, sharply stabbing toward Xu Xiangsi.

Yet Xu Xiangsi didn’t even bat an eyelid, merely curling the corners of her lips into a faint, icy smile.

She finally turned her head slowly, her clear, lucid eyes looking directly at Bai Rumeng for the first time: “Provoke?”

She softly repeated the word, as if savoring some joke.

“Comrade Bai Rumeng, are you saying that when eight of you aggressively block my doorstep, shouting and yelling, I’m not allowed to have any reaction?”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but each word was clear and resonant: “Do I have to hug my head, cower inside sobbing, kneel on the ground begging you to show mercy and not come in—is that what would satisfy you?”

As these words fell, Bai Rumeng and the other female soldiers’ faces instantly turned the color of liver.

Xu Xiangsi let out a light hum, her tone carrying a hint of pride as a Military Wife: “I admit, my health isn’t good, and I’m often ill.”

“But I, Xu Xiangsi, am not cowardly to that extent.”

Her gaze gently fell upon the tall man beside her, but her words were directed at Wang Zhengwei.

“Of course not. That would disgrace our Peiye.”

Upon hearing this, Long Peiye tightened his arm around his wife, his deep and approving voice resonating throughout the office.

“You did very well.”

No further explanation was needed. These five words carried more weight than any others.

It was unreserved support, absolute trust.