Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 100: Refusing the Welcome Banquet! The Reporter Holds a Whistleblower Letter!
Military base compound.
Chaos everywhere.
The sky was just beginning to get light.
The emergency assembly horn sounded.
It wasn’t for training.
It was for a cleanliness inspection.
The commander wore white gloves.
Walking back and forth in the compound.
His eyes glared like brass bells.
"Here!"
He pointed at a blade of grass in the corner.
"Whose area is this?"
"Pull it out for me!"
"If the reporter from Beijing sees a single weed!"
He shouted.
"The entire company will have to write a report!"
The soldiers were so scared they didn’t dare to breathe.
Each wished they could lie on the ground.
Using tweezers to pluck out the roots of grass.
The family quarters were even more lively.
Wang Xiu’e became the temporary commander.
She held a feather duster in her hand.
Standing in the middle of the courtyard.
"Listen up, everyone!"
Her voice was eight degrees louder than usual.
"This time, it’s a high-profile reporter from the Central region coming!"
"Anyone who dares to shame our military district!"
She waved the feather duster.
"Don’t blame me for turning hostile!"
Sister in law Zhang and Li were huddled in a corner.
The two were cleaning the same window.
The glass was polished to a reflective shine.
Yet they continued to rub it.
"Sister in law Zhang!"
Wang Xiu’e suddenly shouted.
"Here!"
Sister in law Zhang was so startled she shivered.
Almost fell off the stool.
"If a reporter asks you how Mr. Lin Wan Yi is usually?"
Wang Xiu’e stared at her.
"What will you say?"
Sister in law Zhang swallowed hard.
Her legs were shaking.
"Re... Report!"
She stammered.
"Mr. Lin... Lin is really... Excellent!"
"Reads every day!"
"Never wanders around idly!"
Wang Xiu’e frowned.
"Too fake!"
She tapped her palm with the feather duster.
"Make it more natural!"
"Say it again!"
Sister in law Zhang was about to cry.
"She... She really does read every day... "
People around them suppressed their laughter.
But no one dared to laugh out loud.
This atmosphere.
Was tenser than the battle.
At Lin Wan Yi’s house.
It was relatively quieter.
But this kind of silence.
Made people even more nervous.
Gu Yanshen didn’t go to the regiment today.
He wore an old military uniform.
Holding a hammer in his hand.
Repairing the wooden fence in the yard.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The hammer hit the stakes.
The sound was very loud.
Lin Wan Yi was sitting under the eaves, holding the child.
She watched Gu Yanshen.
This was the third thing he had fixed today.
In the morning, he repaired the chicken coop.
At noon, he fixed a bench.
Now he was struggling with this fine row of fences.
"Yanshen."
Lin Wan Yi called him.
Gu Yanshen didn’t stop.
"This post is a bit loose."
He said without turning his head.
"What if the reporter leans on it and falls?"
Lin Wan Yi smiled helplessly.
"The reporter is here for an interview."
She replied.
"Not to lean on the fence."
Gu Yanshen paused for a moment.
He finally turned his head.
His forehead was covered with sweat.
But his face was very tense.
"You don’t understand."
His voice was deep.
"These reporters from Beijing have very sharp eyes."
"They can magnify even the smallest flaw."
He put down the hammer.
Walked to Lin Wan Yi’s side.
He looked at the child in her arms.
Then looked at her.
"Wanyi."
"Hm?"
"Are you... nervous?"
Lin Wan Yi shook her head.
"I’m not nervous."
She looked at Gu Yanshen’s tense jawline.
"But you are."
She reached out.
Helping him wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"You’re much more nervous than I am."
Gu Yanshen didn’t speak.
He held her hand.
Gripping it tightly.
"I’m afraid they’ll write nonsense."
His voice was a bit hoarse.
"You clearly got here by your own efforts."
"But what if someone..."
He didn’t finish.
But Lin Wan Yi understood.
He was afraid of rumors.
Reaching the reporters’ ears.
"Don’t worry."
Lin Wan Yi smiled.
Her gaze was very bright.
"True gold fears no fire."
Gu Yanshen looked at her.
His tense body.
Relaxed a little.
At night.
Gu Yanshen tossed and turned in bed.
Like a pancake.
Lin Wan Yi was woken up by him.
She opened her eyes.
Borrowing the moonlight.
Saw Gu Yanshen’s eyes open.
Staring at the ceiling.
"Can’t sleep?"
Lin Wan Yi asked.
Gu Yanshen gave a grunt.
"Did I wake you?"
He immediately stopped moving.
"No."
Lin Wan Yi sat up.
"You haven’t been sleeping well these past few days."
Gu Yanshen also sat up.
He rubbed his brow.
"Too many things in my head."
Ever since he learned the journalist was coming.
He hadn’t had a full night’s sleep. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Afraid that something might go wrong somewhere.
Lin Wan Yi got out of bed.
"Wait here."
She went to the kitchen.
With a thought.
Entered the space.
In the medicinal field.
On top of the largest ginseng plant.
A string of bright red berries had formed.
They looked like rubies.
Giving off a faint fragrance.
Lin Wan Yi plucked two berries.
Soaked them in spiritual spring water.
A rich ginseng aroma.
Immediately filled the kitchen.
She returned to the bedroom with the bowl.
"Drink this."
She handed the bowl to Gu Yanshen.
Gu Yanshen took it.
And gave it a sniff.
"What is it?"
"Something good."
Lin Wan Yi smiled mysteriously.
"Specially for treating insomnia."
Gu Yanshen didn’t ask further.
Tilted his head back and drank it all at once.
The warm liquid flowed down his throat.
A wave of warmth.
Immediately spread to all his limbs.
He felt his tense nerves.
Suddenly relax.
Drowsiness washed over him like a tide.
"This..."
He just wanted to ask what it was.
But his eyelids were already battling.
"Sleep now."
Lin Wan Yi took the empty bowl away.
Helped him lie down.
Gu Yanshen didn’t even have time to say "goodnight."
His breathing had already become long and deep.
Lin Wan Yi looked at his peacefully sleeping face.
And smiled.
Anything produced in the space.
Must be of top quality.
The next day at noon.
Train station.
The commander personally led the team.
Two military jeeps.
Parked at the station exit.
The commander kept raising his wrist to check the time.
"Why haven’t they come out yet?"
He was a bit anxious.
"Report!"
The guard ran over.
"The train is ten minutes late."
"Just arrived at the station!"
The commander straightened his uniform.
"Everyone, keep your spirits up!"
He said to the cadres behind him.
"Show the vigor of our military district!"
Five minutes later.
In the crowd exiting the station.
Two people walked out.
The one in front.
In his fifties.
Wearing a Zhongshan suit.
With black-framed glasses.
His face serious.
Holding a briefcase.
Followed by a young man.
With a camera slung over his back.
The commander immediately went to greet them.
"Are you Mr. Liu, the journalist?"
He extended both hands.
His face full of smiles.
"I am the commander of the XX Military District!"
"Welcome, welcome!"
"You’ve had a hard journey!"
The middle-aged man called Mr. Liu.
Stopped in his tracks.
He glanced at the commander.
Didn’t extend his hand.
Just nodded slightly.
"Comrade Commander."
His voice was very cold.
"Let’s skip the pleasantries."
The commander’s hands.
Froze in mid-air.
But he quickly recovered.
"Yes, yes!"
He withdrew his hands.
Still smiling.
"Mr. Liu is straightforward!"
"The cars are waiting outside."
"Shall we head to the guesthouse to rest for a while?"
"I’ve arranged a welcoming banquet..."
"No need."
Mr. Liu interrupted him.
He raised his hand.
Patted the briefcase in his hand.
Making a light "clap" sound.
"We’ve come this time."
He stared at the commander.
His gaze as sharp as a knife.
"With an important task."
The commander was taken aback.
"A task?"
Mr. Liu gave a cold laugh.
"We’ve received reports from the masses."
He took out a letter.
From the briefcase.
On the envelope.
There was no stamp.
Only four big characters:
Anonymous Accusation.
The commander’s pupils.
Shrank suddenly.
Mr. Liu held the letter.
Waved it in front of the commander.
"Someone said."
"Your military district."
"To set an example."
"Engaged in deceit."
Bang!
In the commander’s mind.
It was like a thunderbolt exploded.
"How... how is this possible!"
He was anxious.
"Mr. Lin’s achievements are genuine and solid..."
"Whether it’s genuine or not."
Mr. Liu stuffed the letter back into the bag.
"We’ll know after we see."
He walked past the commander.
Headed straight for the jeep.
"We’re not going to the guesthouse."
He opened the car door.
Turned his head.
Looked at the commander frozen in place.
Coldly said.
"Directly to Lin Wan Yi’s house."
"What we want to see."
"Is the most authentic situation."
