Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 44: How Dare You Call My Wife a Spy?

Sun Li’s face went from deathly pale to flushed red, and then to ashen gray, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Assistance?

A proper division propaganda officer like her, assisting the daughter of a capitalist?

This was more humiliating than having her clothes stripped off in public!

Everyone’s gaze darted back and forth between Lin Wan Yi and Sun Li, full of astonishment and a hint of schadenfreude.

In this silence, Lin Wan Yi moved.

She stepped forward and nodded slightly at Wang Xiu’e.

"Thank you, Mrs. Wang, for your trust. I will do my best to organize the program well."

Her voice was neither humble nor overbearing, as calm as if nothing had happened just now.

After speaking, she turned around, her gaze falling on Sun Li’s rigid body.

"Sun,"

Lin Wan Yi spoke.

She still addressed her as "Sun," but her tone was that of a superior giving orders to a subordinate.

"Everyone’s exhausted from visiting the sick and being startled. We need to replenish some water before the rehearsal."

"Please boil a pot of water and clean everyone’s enamel mugs."

As soon as these words left her mouth, a suppressed gasp echoed through the room.

Boiling water? Washing mugs?

These were tasks usually done by orderlies!

Yet Lin Wan Yi actually asked Sun Li to do them!

Sun Li’s body trembled violently. She jerked her head up, her glare like a beast ready to devour.

But Lin Wan Yi didn’t even glance at her. She walked straight to the side and picked up the program plan.

"Everyone, rest on the spot for ten minutes. We’ll start rehearsing promptly in ten minutes."

She treated Sun Li as if she were air.

Wang Xiu’e stood by, hands behind her back, looking expressionless, saying nothing.

This silence was the greatest support.

Sun Li’s nails dug into her palms, and under the scrutiny of dozens of eyes, she felt like a clown being stripped naked for public display.

To go, or not to go?

If she didn’t, it would be publicly defying Mrs. Wang’s orders.

If she went, it would mean admitting that from today, she was Lin Wan Yi’s subordinate!

Finally, she squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"...Fine."

She almost dragged her stiff legs out of the activity room, each step as if on burning coals.

Watching her humiliated back, the army wives who had earlier jeered with her were now all silent as cicadas in winter.

Ten minutes later, Sun Li returned with a thermos, her face dark, placing the clean mugs on the table with a loud thud.

Lin Wan Yi didn’t even lift an eyelid.

"Rehearsal begins."

She walked to the front of the line.

"We’re all familiar with the previous excerpt of ’Red Detachment of Women,’ but we don’t have much time. To stand out, we need highlights."

"I’ve divided the entire dance into three parts: ’Awakening,’ ’Battle,’ and ’Rebirth.’

"The opening moves need to be more impactful. Xiao Zhang, you’ll temporarily take Xiao Fang’s place. Remember, when you raise your hand, it shouldn’t be limp; it should have the power of breaking through the darkness!"

As she spoke, she demonstrated personally.

Even in a simple hand raise, her expression, posture, and fingertips were full of narrative, far surpassing Xiao Fang’s previous performance.

The army wives stared in awe.

"And the music," Lin Wan Yi looked at the wife managing the tapes, "start from the 47th second."

The wife nodded and pressed play on the recorder.

"Zzz... Shh..."

After a burst of harsh noise, the recorder emitted no further sound.

"What’s going on?"

"Is the tape broken?"

The wife, in a fluster, took out the tape and examined it repeatedly.

"Oh no! This tape looks like it’s been twisted up!"

Everyone’s gaze instinctively drifted to where Sun Li stood in the corner.

Sun Li’s face showed a hint of barely suppressed glee, but her words feigned alarm.

"What are we going to do now? Without music, how can we continue rehearsing? There’s so little time left for the performance!"

"Why not... just switch back to the old program? Everyone can dance to that without music."

She was trying to force Lin Wan Yi to abandon her reforms.

Without music, no matter how good the choreography, it’s all for naught!

The room’s atmosphere tightened once again.

Lin Wan Yi, however, just calmly walked over and took a look at the mangled tape.

"No problem."

She returned to the center of the room and cleared her throat.

The next moment, a clear and melodious yet powerful music flowed from her lips.

She was singing a cappella!

Not only did she sing the main melody, but she also mimicked the instrumental transitions and drum rhythms with astonishing accuracy.

The entire activity room fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

Was this really a bourgeois heiress? She seemed more like an artist straight out of a professional art troupe!

Sun Li’s glee froze. She looked in disbelief at the woman standing in the light, shining with her own aura, feeling as if she’d been slapped hard across the face again.

An afternoon’s rehearsal proceeded efficiently with Lin Wan Yi’s near-perfect "human accompaniment."

Her standards were strict, yet each demonstration was faultlessly executed.

She never scolded, but each piece of advice hit the mark, winning hearts and minds.

During the break, the exhausted army wives lay scattered about.

As if by magic, Lin Wan Yi poured out cool, clear mung bean soup from a large thermos she had brought.

"You’ve all worked hard. Have some mung bean soup to cool down."

A refreshing sweetness immediately dispelled all fatigue.

"Oh my, Wanyi, your mung bean soup is so delicious!"

"Yes, I feel rejuvenated after drinking it!"

The army wives clustered around Lin Wan Yi, chirping away as warmly as if they were family.

Sun Li, utterly isolated in her corner, watched this scene with eyes burning with jealousy.

By the end of the rehearsal, night had fallen.

The army wives reluctantly bid farewell to Lin Wan Yi, expressing genuine admiration with every word.

Lin Wan Yi packed up her things and had just stepped out of the activity room when she saw that familiar tall figure at the door.

Gu Yanshen stood there in his neatly pressed uniform, silently in the twilight, like a stoic poplar.

Seeing her emerge, he stepped forward to meet her, naturally taking the cloth bag from her hand.

"You’ve worked hard."

His voice was deep, with a trace of scarcely detectable warmth.

"Not hard at all, it was quite interesting," Lin Wan Yi smiled at him, eyes curving.

A few army wives, not yet far off, greeted Mr. Gu somewhat nervously.

"Hello, Mr. Gu!"

Gu Yanshen nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Just then, a voice sharp enough to pierce and distort rang out behind everyone.

"Gu Yanshen! Open your eyes and look clearly!"

Startled, everyone turned to look.

Sun Li, looking deranged, burst out, hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot, pointing at Lin Wan Yi and shouting with all her might.

"Don’t be fooled by her! She’s no good!"

"She’s a capitalist’s daughter, what does she know about our revolutionary dances? What right does she have to sing our revolutionary songs?"

"She’s faking it all! She’s a spy! A viper infiltrated into our revolutionary ranks to corrupt our officers!"

"You’ve been bewitched by her!"

Sun Li continued her frantic screeches, pouring all her humiliation and malice into this fatal accusation.

She was determined to destroy Lin Wan Yi!