Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 233 - 232: Rotten Cabbage? That’s a State Secret!

Chapter 233: Chapter 232: Rotten Cabbage? That’s a State Secret!

The cafeteria fell silent.

Dozens of eyes in the cafeteria stared intensely over here.

Zhao Hong’s face turned the color of liver.

She hadn’t expected that a housewife, only capable of taking care of children, could be so sharp-tongued.

"You... don’t pin such a big hat on me!"

Zhao Hong slammed the lunch box on the table.

Soup splattered out.

Almost landed on Lin Wan Yi.

Lin Wan Yi turned sideways.

Shielded Gu Ning in her arms.

She looked up at Zhao Hong, without saying a word.

Just gently put down the spoon in her hand.

A clink.

Crisp, yet it tightened the hearts of others.

"What, want to resort to violence because you can’t win in words?" Lin Wan Yi wiped her hands with a handkerchief, her movements unhurried, "You are a student at the National Defense University, not a street shrew."

"Who are you calling a shrew?"

Zhao Hong was anxious.

In school, she was accustomed to domineering, relying on her good relationship with Meng Ting, who didn’t give her leeway?

Today she was actually lectured by a "bad class" pampered lady.

"Lin Wan Yi, don’t think I don’t know your background!"

Zhao Hong pointed at Lin Wan Yi’s nose.

Spitting everywhere.

"What did your family do before? Capitalists!"

"Someone like you, reeking of money, is fit to talk about awareness?"

"You’re farming? I think you’re just engaging in formalism, trying to catch eyeballs!"

"Everyone, judge for yourselves!"

Zhao Hong turned around and shouted to the crowd watching.

"We are here to learn how to defend our country, but she is, in the military family courtyard, engaging in the feudal landlord routine, having Dean Li personally inspect a vegetable garden, isn’t this wasting national resources?"

The surrounding people began to whisper.

After all, in this era, one’s background was indeed a sensitive topic.

Lin Wan Yi still sat there.

Without moving an inch.

Gu Ning blinked her big eyes, looking at her mother.

Lin Wan Yi touched her daughter’s head.

"Finished speaking?"

She asked.

Her tone as calm as if she were asking about the weather today.

Zhao Hong felt as if she had punched cotton and became even angrier.

She reached out, trying to grab the military satchel in front of Lin Wan Yi.

In that bag, there was the data notebook Lin Wan Yi had prepared to bring to Dean Li.

"I want to see what the hell is inside, whether it’s a ledger for speculation!"

The hand hadn’t yet touched the strap.

A shout erupted from the entrance.

"Stop!"

The voice was old, yet full of strength.

Brimming with thunderous wrath.

Everyone turned back.

Only to see an elderly man wearing a Zhongshan suit, panting as he ran in.

Hair gray, glasses crooked from the rush.

It’s Dean Li.

Dean of Beijing Agricultural College.

A titan in the agricultural world.

Usually, even military district heads treat him with courtesy, a national treasure.

Yet now, he rushed forward like a protective mother hen before Lin Wan Yi.

Swatted away Zhao Hong’s hand.

"Slap!"

The sound was loud.

Zhao Hong was stunned.

Covering her hand, she looked at Dean Li in disbelief.

"Dean... Dean Li?"

"What are you doing!"

Dean Li pointed at Zhao Hong, his fingers trembling.

"Do you want to destroy a national secret?!"

Bang

The cafeteria exploded.

National secret?

Just Lin Wan Yi’s broken bag?

Zhao Hong stammered in fright: "No... no, Dean, this is just agriculture... I didn’t do anything, just wanted to check..."

"Agriculture?"

Dean Li sneered angrily.

He took Lin Wan Yi’s satchel, carefully dusting off the surface.

As if touching an unparalleled treasure.

"Do you know what this is?"

Dean Li pulled out a wrinkled notebook from the bag.

Then took out a small bok choy, not even the size of a palm.

That bok choy was also just taken by Lin Wan Yi as a sample from the space.

Fresh and verdant.

But to Zhao Hong, it was mere wilted leaves.

"This... this is just vegetables," Zhao Hong whispered.

"Ignorant!"

Dean Li shouted.

"This is a new, cold and drought-resistant variety! A major project to help border soldiers get vegetables in winter!"

"Mr. Lin records growth data diligently every day."

"The active components in this vegetable are ten times that of ordinary ones!"

"You call this agriculture? This is research! This is national defense!"

Dean Li grew increasingly agitated.

He turned to Lin Wan Yi, his tone suddenly changed.

Became gentle, even slightly ingratiating.

"Xiao Lin, are you alright?"

"Is the data safe?"

"I went home and pondered overnight, can you explain your soil ratio again?"

Everyone looked at Dean Li, then at the calm Lin Wan Yi sipping porridge.

Their worldview crumbled.

The Lin Wan Yi they mocked as the "pampered capitalist lady," "ignorant country woman," was actually someone even Dean Li consults?

Zhao Hong’s face turned ghastly pale.

Her calves began to cramp.

She realized she had hit a steel plate.

And it was a reinforced one.

"Dean... Dean Li, I didn’t know..."

"You think not knowing allows you to slander a comrade?"

A deep voice rang.

More fearful than Dean Li’s roar.

The doorway dimmed.

A tall figure walked forward against the light.

A complete training uniform.

Mud splatters still clung to the pant legs.

But that oppressive aura made people naturally clear a path.

Gu Yanshen.

The living Yama had arrived.

He strode over to the table.

Without even glancing at Zhao Hong.

He directly reached out and took Gu Ning from Lin Wan Yi’s arms.

Holding her with one hand.

With the other hand, he naturally patted the top of Lin Wan Yi’s head.

"Did your hand hurt from the hit?"

He asked.

A voice deep and magnetic.

Concealing his affectionate concern.

Lin Wan Yi shook her head and pointed at the table: "Didn’t hit, just almost missed breakfast."

Gu Yanshen turned his head.

His gaze fell on Zhao Hong.

With just one look.

Zhao Hong felt like she was being stared down by a wild beast.

Cold sweat instantly drenched her back.

"Gu... Captain Gu..."

Gu Yanshen ignored her.

He looked at Dean Li who was standing nearby.

Saluted.

"Mr. Li, sorry for the inconvenience."

Dean Li waved it off: "No inconvenience, just some flies buzzing around, hindering Xiao Lin’s research."

Gu Yanshen nodded.

"Understood."

He turned around and looked at the inspection team that had just arrived.

"This student publicly insulted a military family member and destroyed research samples."

"Take her away."

"Hand her over to the security department to examine her ideological stance."

Zhao Hong’s legs gave out.

She collapsed directly to the ground.

It’s over.

Once she was in the security department, even if she wasn’t expelled, a major blemish would stain her record.

Her life was ruined.

"Captain Gu! I was wrong! I really was wrong!"

"I’m a friend of Meng Ting! For Meng Ting’s sake..."

Zhao Hong cried out.

Trying to grab hold of a lifesaver.

Hearing that name, Gu Yanshen didn’t even flinch.

"Who is Meng Ting?"

He asked.

His tone was indifferent, almost cold.

"Don’t know her."

"Take her away."

Two members of the inspection team lifted Zhao Hong, dragging her out like a dead dog.

The cries gradually faded into the distance.

The canteen was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Gu Yanshen sat down again.

Placed a peeled egg into Lin Wan Yi’s bowl.

"Eat up, it’s getting cold."

He reverted to looking disinterested in the outside world, focused solely on his wife.

As if the decisive living Yama just moments ago wasn’t him.

Lin Wan Yi took a bite of the egg.

She looked at Dean Li across from her, eager to see the data.

She glanced at Gu Yanshen, who was wiping his daughter’s drool.

She smiled.

...

At the railing on the second floor of the canteen.

Meng Ting clutched the handrail tightly.

Her fingernails peeled off the paint.

She watched the scene below.

Watched that man, indifferent to her, pamper Lin Wan Yi like an ancestor.

Watched the woman who should have been humiliated being fawned over.

"Who is Meng Ting?"

"Don’t know her."

Those words were like a slap, fiercely striking her face.

Burning with pain.

"Lin Wan Yi."

Meng Ting gritted her teeth.

Squeezing those three words through clenched teeth.

Footsteps sounded from behind.

A middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit approached.

Sporting a beer belly.

Holding a teacup in hand.

He was Meng Dehai, head of logistics at the National Defense University.

He was also Meng Ting’s father.

"Tingting, what’s the matter?"

Meng Dehai noticed the unusual expression on his daughter’s face.

Meng Ting turned around.

Her eyes instantly reddened.

Filled with grievance.

"Dad!"

"That Gu Yanshen bullied people!"

"And that Lin Wan Yi, using her connection with Dean Li, got Zhao Hong sent to the security department!"

Meng Dehai furrowed his brows.

Took a sip of tea.

"Gu Yanshen?"

"The new trainee captain?"

"Hmph, flaunting his tail after gaining some skill."

Meng Dehai walked to the railing, looked down.

Just in time to see Lin Wan Yi handing a bottle of water (spiritual spring water) to Dean Li.

Dean Li looked delighted as if receiving a treasure.

A cunning glint flashed in Meng Dehai’s beady eyes.

"Can he really turn the sky over on my turf?"

"Whether it’s farming or leading soldiers."

"At this National Defense University, all eating, drinking, and such are managed by the logistics department."

He patted his daughter’s shoulder.

"Don’t cry."

"In a few days, I’ll show them what rules mean."

"Want to live comfortably in this compound?"

"Better ask if my control over the power switches and coal tickets agrees."