The 60s Island: The Daily Life of a Capitalist Young Lady with the Army - Chapter 95: Why Should We Set It Aside?

Chapter 95: Why Should We Set It Aside?

The absurd yet plausible thought in Wang Zhengwei’s mind had just surfaced when it was interrupted by a deep, resolute voice.

It was Long Peiye.

He stepped out from behind Xu Xiangsi, his tall frame standing like a mountain, firmly shielding his wife.

His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried undeniable weight: “My wife acted in self-defense.”

Long Peiye’s gaze swept coldly over Bai Rumeng and the trembling female soldiers behind her: “You entered the residential compound of an active-duty officer’s family without any procedures or orders, with malicious intent.”

“This entire incident is your fault from the start.”

As his words fell, the atmospheric pressure in the office seemed to drop several notches.

Bai Rumeng felt her chest tighten at his words, a surge of irrational anger flaring up instantly.

In all her life, she had never been treated like this!

But she was ultimately more clever than those useless followers beside her.

She knew they couldn’t keep arguing about “who cursed worse” – such trivial details.

The more they entangled, the more passive they would become!

They had to steer the conversation back to their original purpose!

Bai Rumeng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her rage as she forced a stiff smile onto her face.

“Battalion Commander Long, Political Commissar Wang, let’s set aside this issue for now…”

Before she could finish, a cool voice cut her off.

“We can’t set it aside.” Xu Xiangsi spoke leisurely, a cold smile playing at her lips. “Why should we set it aside?”

She took a step forward, staring directly into Bai Rumeng’s eyes, each word striking at the heart of the matter: “A whole group of you barged into my home in broad daylight, blocked my door, pointed at my nose while cursing me, and then tried to lay hands on me.”

“Now you think you can just wave it away with a casual ‘let’s set it aside’?”

“Comrade Bai Rumeng, where do you think this is? Your backyard garden?”

“You!” Bai Rumeng trembled with rage.

Just then, Li Hong behind her seemed to finally snap out of it, eager to share her leader’s burden.

She abruptly lifted her head, face flushed red, and shouted at Xu Xiangsi: “We went to your home to revolutionize the Capitalism in you! To overthrow Capitalism!”

The more Li Hong spoke, the more convinced she became of her own righteousness, her voice growing louder: “Our methods might have been a bit extreme, our approach might have been somewhat wrong!”

“But! You, Xu Xiangsi, are leftover scum from a Capitalist family – this fact, do you admit it or not?!”

As these words came out, Bai Rumeng’s tense nerves finally relaxed slightly.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

That fool Li Hong had finally gotten to the point.

Yes, this was their fundamental purpose for coming today!

As long as they held onto this “class background” label, how could they not crush Xu Xiangsi?

All eyes in the office focused on Xu Xiangsi once again.

They saw the mocking smile on her face slowly fade away.

Replacing it was an almost indifferent calmness.

She knew the real battle was only just beginning.

“My grandfather,” she began slowly, her voice neither loud nor soft, “donated half his family fortune to support the War of Resistance back in the day, even contributed planes and artillery. He was never the kind of evil Capitalist you describe, the kind who should be hanged from streetlights.”

Before she could finish, Li Hong exploded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

She spun sharply toward Wang Zhengwei, jabbing an agitated finger toward Xu Xiangsi with the fervor of someone who had cornered a heinous class enemy.

“Commissar Wang! Look at her! Just look!”

“Even now, she’s still defending her old Capitalist grandfather!”

Li Hong seemed to have found her outlet, her face flushing crimson with excitement as she spat her words: “She’s nothing but a remnant of Capitalism! Rotten to the core!”

“She envies the old society where they could freely exploit us laborers! She wants to go back to being a young lady of privilege!”

“She…”

Li Hong continued shrieking hoarsely.

But Xu Xiangsi fell silent.

She even took half a step back, crossing her arms leisurely as she watched Li Hong’s solo performance with the detached amusement of someone observing a monkey show.

Her gaze held three parts pity and seven parts disdain for a fool.

“……”

Li Hong’s shouting gradually faded.

Because she realized the office had grown deathly quiet.

And Commissar Wang, seated behind his desk—his originally mild face had darkened to the point where it seemed ink could drip from it.

After all her spittle-flecked ranting, Li Hong’s self-righteous sense of justice slowly cooled in the tomb-like silence of the office.

She instinctively paused.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

She stiffly turned her neck, scanning the room.

Commissar Wang’s face was black as a burnt pot.

Battalion Commander Long looked at her as if she were already dead.

Even… even Bai Rumeng from the Arts Troupe—a comrade!—was frowning tightly, her eyes carrying a hint of… disgust?

This realization poured over Li Hong like a bucket of ice water from head to toe.

With a mental crash, the crimson drained from her flushed face, only to be replaced by a purplish liver-color the next second.

Shame and humiliation gripped her throat like two invisible hands.

She opened her mouth, but no words emerged, forcing her to close it in disgrace.

“Finished?” A cool voice cut through the silence, neither loud nor soft.

It was Xu Xiangsi.

She cast a faint glance at Li Hong, her tone betraying no emotion: “May I continue now?”

These words pierced Li Hong’s taut nerves like a needle.

Flustered and enraged, she nearly screamed: “I never covered your mouth!”

Xu Xiangsi let out a derisive laugh.

The light sound hung in the air like an invisible slap across Li Hong’s face.

“Is that so?” she asked leisurely, watching her opponent. “The moment I opened my mouth, you couldn’t wait to interrupt me and pile accusation after accusation on my head.”

“So this isn’t called covering my mouth.”

“How enlightening.”

“You…” Li Hong’s face turned completely dark, her chest heaving with rage, but she could no longer form a complete sentence.

Xu Xiangsi stopped looking at her. That burnt-pot face wasn’t worth another word.

She turned back to Wang Zhengwei and spoke calmly, as if discussing something entirely unrelated to herself.

“My mother passed away from illness several years ago.”

“I am her only daughter left in this world. My grandfather pities me and has been quite caring—this is the truth.”

“I’ve never denied it.”

At this point, she paused, and everyone in the office held their breath.

“But,” she shifted her tone, her gaze turning sharp, “before my grandfather was sent down, my father had already publicly announced in the newspaper the severance of their father-in-law and son-in-law relationship, and also helped me cut ties with my grandfather.”

“After all, by then, my mother had passed away many years earlier, and my father had long since remarried, taking a new wife.”

“Our family and his family had long ceased to have any contact.”

Upon hearing this, the entire room was stunned.

Li Hong’s eyes reddened the moment she heard it.