Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 101: Reporter’s Raid! Isn’t Your Family Living a Bit Too Well?

Chapter 101: Chapter 101: Reporter’s Raid! Isn’t Your Family Living a Bit Too Well?

"Screech—"

The sudden sound of brakes.

Tearing through the midday tranquility of the courtyard.

The jeep hadn’t come to a complete stop yet.

The car door was suddenly flung open.

Mr. Liu, the journalist, was carrying a briefcase.

Striding quickly.

Heading straight for the door of Lin Wan Yi’s house.

The commander followed behind.

Running out of breath.

"Mr. Liu!"

The commander shouted.

"Slow down! Don’t hurt yourself!"

Mr. Liu turned a deaf ear to him.

In his eyes.

Was a glint of excitement, like he had caught his prey.

The sudden inspection.

Was meant to catch them off guard.

He wanted to see.

What the truth was about this so-called "Incarnation of the Wenchang Star."

"Bang!"

The courtyard door was flung open.

With great force.

It slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

Inside the house.

Lin Wan Yi had just finished breastfeeding her twins.

She was holding the elder twin, burping him.

Upon hearing the commotion.

She raised her head.

Standing at the door was a middle-aged man with a dark expression.

Behind the lenses of his glasses.

Were scrutinizing eyes.

A gaze as sharp as a knife sweeping across the room.

Lin Wan Yi was momentarily stunned.

Then she reacted.

She stood up.

Gently placing the child back into the cradle.

Her actions calm and composed.

"And you are?"

She asked.

Her voice calm.

Without a trace of panic.

Mr. Liu ignored her.

He walked straight in.

With muddy shoes.

Leaving striking footprints on the spotless cement floor.

He walked to the center of the room.

Stopped.

Surveyed the surroundings.

His brows.

Instantly knit into a tight knot.

Too clean.

Too tidy.

Too... cozy.

The windows were clear and bright.

Not a single cobweb in the corners of the walls.

The quilt folded like a block of tofu on the kang.

On the windowsill.

Was an unknown wildflower in full bloom.

This doesn’t look like the home of a mother who just had twins and is in confinement, does it?

It’s more fastidious than a cadre’s household in the city.

"Hmph."

Mr. Liu snorted coldly.

"Comrade Lin Wan Yi."

He turned around.

Staring at Lin Wan Yi.

"Your life seems to be quite good."

His words had a double meaning.

With barbs.

Lin Wan Yi smiled lightly.

"Thanks to the Party."

She said.

"Life is becoming more and more hopeful."

Mr. Liu squinted.

"Hopeful?"

He walked to the square table.

Tapped his fingers heavily on the table surface.

"I think it’s too hopeful!"

His fingers.

Poked at the blue and white checkered tablecloth.

"Our country is still promoting simplicity and frugality."

"Many people don’t even have enough to eat."

"And you’re here."

He sneered.

"Indulging in these bourgeois sentiments at home!"

"A tablecloth."

"How many cloth tickets does it cost?"

"Is this your level of consciousness as a military spouse?!"

The accusation was heavy-handed.

It came straight at the core issues.

The neighbors watching at the door were taken aback.

Sister in law Zhang shrank back into the crowd.

Covering her mouth with schadenfreude.

Thinking, you’re usually so smug.

Now you’ve met your match!

The commander had just squeezed through the door.

He heard these words.

Cold sweat instantly broke out.

"Mr. Liu, this..."

He was just about to explain.

But Lin Wan Yi raised her hand to stop him.

"Dear Leader."

Lin Wan Yi stepped forward.

Still wearing a gracious smile.

"You say this tablecloth is bourgeois sentiment?"

"Isn’t it?"

Mr. Liu retorted sharply.

"Who among the working people has the time for this!"

"Alright."

Lin Wan Yi nodded.

She extended her hand.

Pinched the corner of the tablecloth.

And gently turned it over.

"Rip—"

The crisp sound of fabric tearing.

Everyone looked closely.

Stunned.

It turned out this wasn’t a complete piece of cloth at all.

The backside.

Was full of patches.

The stitching was fine.

Various colored scraps of old cloth.

Pieced together.

Like a map.

"This..."

Mr. Liu was dumbfounded.

Lin Wan Yi put the tablecloth down.

Clapped her hands.

"This is from the old military uniforms of me and my husband, Yanshen."

"They were worn out beyond repair."

"So I cut out the usable parts."

"And pieced them together."

"The back is too ugly, so I used the front side."

She looked at Mr. Liu.

Her gaze clear.

"Leader."

"This is the new three years, the old three years, using and mending for another three years."

"How is this bourgeois sentiment?"

Mr. Liu’s face.

Instantly turned beet red.

He opened his mouth.

But couldn’t speak for a long time.

"Bravo!"

From behind.

A crisp shout of approval suddenly came.

It was from the young female journalist who came with Mr. Liu.

Her name was Xiao Wang.

At this moment.

Her eyes were shining.

The pen in her hand flying across her notebook.

"Turning decay into magic!"

"This is true frugality in managing a household!"

"Comrade Lin, you are truly wise!"

Mr. Liu turned back.

Glared fiercely at Xiao Wang.

Xiao Wang stuck out her tongue.

Not daring to make a sound.

Mr. Liu felt he had lost face.

He snorted coldly.

Continued to look around the room.

Determined to find some fault.

Otherwise, as a prominent journalist from the province.

Where would he stand?

Suddenly.

His gaze.

Locked onto the vase on the windowsill.

It was a uniquely shaped frosted glass bottle.

A piece of jute cord is tied around the bottle neck.

A few dried flowers are inserted.

It looks very elegant.

"What about this?"

Mr. Liu, the reporter, seemed to seize a lifeline.

He strode over.

Grabbed the vase in one go.

"This can’t be made from old clothes, can it?"

He held up the vase.

And questioned Lin Wan Yi.

"How scarce glass products are now!"

"And you actually use it as a floral decoration!"

"Isn’t this wasteful?"

Lin Wan Yi shook her head helplessly.

She walked over.

Took the vase from Mr. Liu’s hands.

She lightly tapped the bottle bottom with her finger.

A piece of round cardboard fell off.

Revealing the words on the bottom of the bottle.

Red Star Brand Canned Yellow Peaches.

"Is this... a can?"

Mr. Liu widened his eyes.

In disbelief.

"Yanshen’s comrade was sick, we were given an empty bottle when we visited."

Lin Wan Yi explained.

"I thought it was a pity to throw it away."

"So I sanded it a bit."

"Tied a piece of leftover jute cord from binding things."

She looked at Mr. Liu.

"Leader."

"Is recycling not allowed either?"

Mr. Liu’s face.

Turned from red to blue.

And then from blue to white.

It was quite a sight.

"Pffft——"

From the crowd at the door watching.

Someone couldn’t hold back.

And burst into laughter.

Mr. Liu snapped his head around.

The crowd immediately fell silent.

Each one was holding in laughter.

Faces turning red from holding back.

Reporter Xiao Wang was so excited that her hands were trembling.

The pen tip flew quickly across the paper.

"Amazing..."

She muttered quietly.

"This material is amazing..."

Mr. Liu took a deep breath.

He felt his authority was being seriously challenged.

This woman.

Sharp-tongued.

Difficult to deal with.

He had to find a fatal opening.

To land a decisive blow.

His gaze.

Swept through the room like a radar.

Finally.

It fixed on the enamel plate in the middle of the square table.

In the plate.

There were four big red apples.

Very large.

Brightly colored.

Even with water droplets on them.

Giving off an enticing fresh smell.

In this era of extreme scarcity of resources.

Fruit of this quality.

Is simply a rare treasure.

The supply and marketing cooperative occasionally got some lifeless-looking Guoguang apples.

Causing long queues and fierce competition.

This kind of quality.

Even in the provincial capital.

Might not be seen!

Mr. Liu’s eyes lit up.

He had found it!

This was ironclad evidence!

He strode over.

Picked up an apple.

Smelled it under his nose.

Really fragrant.

He swallowed his saliva.

Then.

Suddenly turned around.

Held the apple up in front of Lin Wan Yi.

"Mr. Lin Wan Yi!"

His voice.

Raised eight degrees.

Full of authority and questioning.

"Can you explain."

"This apple."

"Where did it come from?"

Lin Wan Yi’s heart.

Skipped a beat.

Oh no.

It was something she had just taken from space.

Meant for Gu Yanshen to eat.

In her hurry.

She forgot to put it away.

Fruits from space.

And ordinary fruits of this era.

Are too different.

Obvious at a glance.

"This..."

Lin Wan Yi hesitated for a moment.

This hesitation.

In Mr. Liu’s eyes.

Was a sign of guilt.

Irrefutable evidence!

"Can’t explain, can you?"

Mr. Liu pressed aggressively.

He took a step forward.

"As far as I know."

"In our market’s supply and marketing cooperatives."

"There are no apples of this quality!"

He stared into Lin Wan Yi’s eyes.

"Did you pull some strings?"

"Or use some special privilege?"

"A military family dependent."

"Can actually eat such a special level supply!"

"This is not just a lifestyle issue!"

"This is serious ideological corruption!"

The accusations grew bigger and bigger.

More and more serious.

The commander at the door was rubbing his hands anxiously.

Wanting to help explain.

But not knowing where exactly the apples came from.

If it was really something Gu Yanshen acquired using his position.

That would be trouble!

Lin Wan Yi took a deep breath.

Was about to make up a reason.

Suddenly.

Heavy footsteps came from the door.

A chill.

Rushed in from outside.

Everyone instinctively turned back.

Gu Yanshen stood at the door.

He was wearing his old military uniform that he hadn’t had time to change out of.

Sleeves rolled up.

Wood shavings on his arms.

His expression.

Colder than the wind outside.

He walked in with large strides.

His military boots stomping on the ground.

Making a muffled sound.

Each step.

Like stepping on people’s hearts.

He walked straight to Lin Wan Yi.

His tall figure.

Like a mountain.

Shielding Lin Wan Yi completely behind him.

He lowered his head.

Looking at Mr. Liu, who was a head shorter than him.

His gaze was icy cold.

"What did you just ask?"

His voice wasn’t loud.

But carried an undeniable pressure.

Mr. Liu instinctively took a half step back.

But immediately puffed his chest.

"I asked where this apple came from!"

He held the apple in his hand.

With severe tone.

"Mr. Gu!"

"You returned just in time!"

"If you don’t give me a reasonable explanation..."

"It was sent by my comrade."

Gu Yanshen interrupted him.

His voice cold as ice.

"Sent from the Northwest Border."

He stared into Mr. Liu’s eyes.

"Any problem with that?"