Chapter 179 Is the young wife's acting really that good?

Jiang Wanqiu was already furious, and hearing this slander that turned black into white made her teeth itch even more.

She shook off Zhao Wenchang's protective hand, took a step forward, and looked directly at the old woman's unreasonable face.

"What did you say?" she demanded of the old woman. "Say it again?!"

"What did I say? I said you're a slut! Shameless!" The old woman stood with her hands on her hips, spitting as she spoke. "You're so young and you're already showing your face in public, seducing men. You're definitely no good!"

"Slap! Slap!"

Two crisp, loud slaps, quick and hard, interrupted the old woman's cursing.

Everyone was stunned.

The old woman covered her burning face, staring at Jiang Wanqiu in disbelief, unable to react for a long time.

Jiang Wanqiu shook her numb hand, sneered, and returned the other party's words verbatim: "Then tell me why I didn't hit anyone else, but only you? Don't you reflect on yourself? Is your mouth too foul? You deserve a beating!"

"Ah—! You little bitch, you dare hit me!"

The old woman finally came to her senses, let out a strange cry, and pounced on Jiang Wanqiu with her claws outstretched, as if she wanted to scratch her face.

"You dare touch her and see what happens!"

Zhao Wenchang reacted quickly, pulling Jiang Wanqiu into his arms to protect her, while simultaneously reaching out with his other hand to tug and push the old woman's shoulder without any hesitation.

He was strong, and the old woman lunged at him so hard that she couldn't stop herself and stumbled to the ground, landing hard on her buttocks.

This has really stirred up a hornet's nest.

The old woman wouldn't get up; she just sat on the ground, slapping her thighs, and started wailing and screaming, "They're hitting people! They're killing people! Soldiers are beating up family members! Officials are bullying ordinary people! There's no justice!"

As she wailed, she pointed at Zhao Wenchang and cried out to those around her, "Look, everyone! This is the battalion commander who's about to be promoted! Relying on his power and influence, he and his wife ganged up on us two old folks! If someone with such a corrupt character and mindset becomes an official, what will become of them!"

Just then, two beams of bright flashlight light shone over, and a sharp shout rang out: "What are you all doing! Causing trouble here! If you don't want to watch the movie, go home!"

The security team has arrived.

Two officers in uniforms with red armbands parted the crowd and walked in.

"What's going on?" one of the officers, a man with a square face, asked with a frown.

Amidst the lively discussion, the officer finally figured out what had happened.

He glanced at the old woman wailing on the ground, then at Old Zhang, whose nose was still bleeding, and finally his gaze fell on Zhao Wenchang, whose face was ashen, and Jiang Wanqiu, whose eyes were red with anger.

"Stop shouting here, it's bad for your image! Come back to the regiment with me and we'll get to the bottom of this!"

...

In the wing office, the square-faced officer listened to both sides' statements and already had a good idea of ​​what was going on.

He slammed his hand on the table and yelled at Old Zhang and his wife, "Disrespectful elders! Acting like hooligans in public, and then turning around and blaming others after being caught! Have you no shame?"

It's obvious that this is Old Zhang's fault.

Just as the charge was about to be decided, the old woman who had been sitting on the ground groaning suddenly rolled her eyes, clutched her head, and screamed in agony:

"Ouch...ouch my head...my head hurts so much..."

As she screamed, she pointed at Jiang Wanqiu, gasping for breath, "She...she hit me! She hit me so hard I felt dizzy, the world was spinning...she must have damaged my brain..."

As she spoke, she touched her leg again, crying even more miserably, "And my leg... Just now, Zhao Wenchang pushed me, and my leg... cracked... It must be broken! Oh... My old bones are going to fall apart... I don't want to live anymore!"

Jiang Wanqiu was stunned as he looked at the old woman in front of him, whose expression changed instantly and whose acting skills were superb.

That old bastard actually knows how to pull this trick!

Jiang Wanqiu wasn't afraid either; if you come, I'll come too!

The square-faced clerk was clearly caught off guard by the old woman's antics. Just as he was about to say something, he noticed that Jiang Wanqiu, who hadn't said much until now, swayed slightly.

"Ouch..."

Jiang Wanqiu suddenly clutched her stomach and let out a soft cry.

Zhao Wenchang's heart leaped into his throat, and he quickly supported her, asking, "Wanqiu? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Wanqiu frowned and bit her lip:

"My...my stomach...it hurts so much..."

As she spoke, she naturally leaned into Zhao Wenchang's arms.

"When that old woman pounced on me just now, I was so scared. My stomach felt like it was being pricked with needles... It hurt so much..." she said, panting, looking at Zhao Wenchang with tears in her eyes. "Zhao Wenchang, our child... Will our child be alright?"

As she spoke, she looked at the two people opposite her and said through gritted teeth, "I'm telling you two, if anything happens to me or my child, I, Jiang Wanqiu, will haunt you even as a ghost!!"

Late autumn!

Zhao Wenchang was truly terrified. Without saying a word, he immediately picked Jiang Wanqiu up and carried her in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital right away!"

He held Jiang Wanqiu in his arms and turned to rush out. As he passed the elderly couple, he paused, turned back, and his eyes were red as if they were about to bleed: "Listen to me carefully, if anything happens to my wife and child, neither of you will live!"

The square-faced clerk was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that he jumped up from his chair with a "whoosh".

Are you kidding?! This is a military officer's wife! And she's pregnant!

If anything happens in his security unit, he can forget about wearing this uniform!

"Quickly! Arrange a car to take her to the hospital emergency room! Tell them that Battalion Commander Zhao's wife has had a miscarriage! Go now!" He yelled at another officer who was peeking in from the doorway.

The old woman who was pretending to be dead on the ground was dumbfounded when she heard this.

She originally intended to muddy the waters, but she never expected the other party to be even better at acting than her, escalating the matter to an unprecedented level!

The baby was in trouble? If this really resulted in someone's death, not only her husband, but she would also be in deep trouble!

Ignoring her headache and broken leg, she rushed forward and grabbed Zhao Wenchang, screaming:

"She's faking it! She's faking it! She's trying to scam me! I... I didn't even touch her!"

She was really desperate now. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she grabbed Old Zhang, who was still lying on the ground, and tried to slip away.

"Go! Go now! This has nothing to do with us!"

"Halt!" the square-faced officer roared, blocking their way. "Trying to leave now? Too late! If something really happens to Battalion Commander Zhao's wife, you will be held primarily responsible! Nobody's getting away!"

Old Zhang was already dazed and confused by Zhao Wenchang's punch, and was terrified by the scene that followed. When he heard what the clerk said, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a "thud." A faint stench emanated from his crotch.

He was so scared he peed himself.

...

Zhao Wenchang carried Jiang Wanqiu and rushed out of the brigade office.

He ran very fast, his chest heaving violently with his rapid breathing.

"Late Autumn, hang in there, we'll be there soon..."

"Hey, put me down."

The person in my arms suddenly stirred and whispered something.

Zhao Wenchang kept walking, his brows furrowed tightly: "No! At a time like this, don't talk, save your energy!"

Jiang Wanqiu was both amused and exasperated, and gently punched his sturdy chest.

“I’m really fine,” she whispered in his ear with a sly smile. “Just now… I was faking it, just to scare those two old geezers.”

Zhao Wenchang suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He stood there, stunned, looking down at his wife in his arms.

Under the moonlight, she was no longer the person who was about to die. Her eyes were bright and sparkling, and her face showed the smugness of having succeeded in her scheme.

He hesitated, then carefully placed her back on the ground, but still held her arms tightly with both hands, asking uncertainly, "Really? Your stomach... really doesn't hurt anymore?"

“Of course it’s true,” Jiang Wanqiu said with a hint of disdain. “Those two old scoundrels are still too inexperienced. Your wife is much more formidable.”

Zhao Wenchang let out a long, long sigh of relief, and his whole body relaxed.

He raised his hand to wipe his forehead and realized it was covered in cold sweat.

Looking at his smiling wife, he felt both angry and amused. In the end, he helplessly reached out and affectionately flicked her nose.

"You little rascal... that last little scare almost scared the soul out of me! Your acting is just too good!"

Jiang Wanqiu chuckled and took his arm, resting her head on his strong shoulder.

"I never expected to come up with something like this." She looked up at him, her eyes filled with dependence and adoration. "It's all your fault. You spoiled me so much, I've become more and more unruly. If it were before..."

She paused, a shadow of gloom flashing across her eyes.

She remembered her past life.

In an attempt to curry favor with his superiors, Wang Jianjun pushed her onto a drinking table. The fat, gruff factory manager, emboldened by alcohol, began to grope her. When she resisted slightly, Wang Jianjun beat and berated her severely when they got home, accusing her of being ungrateful and ruining his career.

At that time, she wouldn't have dared to think about or do such a thing.

"Even if you hadn't done this today, I would still be here," he said in a deep voice. "I won't let this go so easily. Anyone who dares to bully my woman, Zhao Wenchang, will regret it!"

Jiang Wanqiu felt a warmth in her heart, stood on tiptoe, hugged his neck, and gave him a loud kiss on the cheek.

"Yes! My man is still the most capable!"

The next day, the loudspeaker in the threshing ground blared all morning.

In the afternoon, a temporary criticism meeting was held on the open space where the movie was shown yesterday.

Old Zhang stood on a makeshift platform made of a few tables, his head drooping. He held a sheet of paper covered in writing and read his self-criticism in a barely audible voice.

“I… my name is Zhang Fugui. I have failed the organization’s trust in me… my thoughts have become corrupt and degenerate, and my behavior has been improper, causing serious physical and mental harm to… the families of military personnel…”

The audience was packed with people, pointing and gesturing at the stage.

Jiang Wanqiu stood in the crowd and heard several young women around her whispering.

"We finally caught him, that old geezer!"

"Exactly, last time I went to the water room to get water, he deliberately rubbed against me. I thought I was just overthinking it..."

“Me too! His eyes always look at people with that sticky, saccharine look, it makes me feel really uncomfortable! Last time I gave him a shot, he wouldn't let go of my hand…”

The girls grew angrier as they talked, yet they also felt a lingering fear and helplessness.

Although they were bullied, they were still young virgins. How could they talk about such a thing? If word got out, people would gossip about them and say they were immoral...

Hearing this, Jiang Wanqiu turned to the girls and said, "Being bitten by a dog isn't your fault. The fault lies with that mad dog that bites people indiscriminately. If we're afraid of gossip and swallow our anger, wouldn't that be telling the dog that we're easy to bully? Would it dare to bite us again next time? So, the only way to deal with this kind of thing is to hit them in the back and break their bones before they'll know to stop!"