Chapter 14 My Uncle Has Been Reborn Too?

"What do you mean? Are you still trying to deny it? You clearly admitted that you like Shuyao, and that the diary is about him!"

Song Yaoyao regretted it as soon as she finished speaking, covering her mouth in extreme annoyance.

Because Ling Huanwu in this life never said these words; she only heard them after Ling Huanwu and Zhou Shuyao got married in her previous life.

At this moment, Ling Huanwu stared at her guilty actions and really couldn't understand whether Song Yaoyao's brain had been eaten by a goldfish.

She might say she's clumsy with words and accidentally let something slip, but she also clearly remembers that in her previous life, Ling Huanwu and Zhou Shuyao argued because of this diary.

At that time, the marriage certificate had not yet been issued, and Song Yaoyao had not yet gone to join the military.

In the beginning, Zhou Shuyao and Ling Huanwu often bickered and argued, with Zhou Shuyao complaining every day that he was incredibly unlucky to have married a capitalist's daughter like her.

But when he turned around and saw Ling Huanwu's diary, he flew into a rage and questioned her about who the man in the diary was.

Ling Huanwu, of course, denied it to the death, claiming that the man in the diary was Zhou Shuyao.

I never expected that this guy would believe it so sweetly.

Song Yaoyao overheard this.

On the night of her wedding banquet in this life, when Ling Huanwu was carrying her luggage from the educated youth settlement, she discovered that her diary was missing.

So that's what they were waiting for—to ruin her reputation.

The educated youth around them assumed that Song Yaoyao covered her mouth because she felt guilty and blurted out her sister-in-law's dirty thoughts about her brother-in-law. They all sided with Song Yaoyao and started to criticize Ling Huanwu.

"Comrade Ling, you can't do this! Are all the men in the world dead? How could you fall for your sister's man, your husband's brother?"

"Yeah, even if you want to have an affair, you can't just do whatever you want!"

Even Ling's parents, amidst the discussions, looked heartbroken and slammed their fists on the table, making a decision: "Huanwu, since you've done such a thing, then all this dowry will be given to your Yaoyao. Apologize to Yaoyao later."

Seeing that the male and female educated youths around her, as well as her adoptive parents, were all on her side, Song Yaoyao could no longer suppress the smile on her lips.

Zhou Jiuzhen opened his mouth as if to speak, but Ling Huanwu grabbed his hand and spoke first, "Who said my diary says Zhou Shuyao? Did you see the three words Zhou Shuyao written in my diary?"

In an instant, Song Yaoyao and Zhou Shuyao both froze, desperately trying to control the corners of their upturned lips.

The other educated youth around them also realized what was happening.

All eyes immediately focused on the hand that Ling Huanwu was holding onto Zhou Jiuzhen's.

Ling Huanwu looked around at the crowd with their varied expressions and said, word by word, "The person I wrote about in my diary is my man, Zhou Jiu Zhen!"

"You're lying!"

Song Yaoyao was the first to get excited.

Her goal was to drive a wedge between Zhou Jiuzhen and Ling Huanwu, to let the whole village know that Ling Huanwu was morally flawed, and to make her adoptive parents feel more guilty so that they would give her their dowry and even the Ling family's property.

But to everyone's surprise, Ling Huanwu suddenly lied.

"Ling Huanwu, don't try to save face with nonsense. You like my Shuyao, how could you change your mind so easily?"

"Oh, do you have any evidence? Do you think the burly, muscular man I described in my diary matches your Shuyao?"

Ling Huanwu calmly stated the facts, her eyes looking Zhou Shuyao up and down with disdain.

That gaze made Zhou Shuyao stiffen all over, feeling as uncomfortable as if he had been seen naked.

Before Song Yaoyao could speak again, Ling Huanwu knew that Song Yaoyao would definitely shout loudly and produce evidence next.

She snatched the diary from Song Yaoyao's hand, flipped to the next page, and handed it to a young educated youth who could paint at the door.

“Great painter, after I finished writing in my diary, I drew a sketch on the next page. Later, I was afraid that someone would find out, so I erased it. Could you help me restore the original painting based on the handwriting left on the paper?”

The painter, who was called upon, pushed up his glasses and, seeing an opportunity to showcase his talent in public, quickly agreed and took the diary.

He took out a pencil from his bag, lay down on the old, dented square table in the main room, and began to trace and scribble on the stained drawing paper.

All the other educated youths crowded around, craning their necks to see who was drawn on the paper.

At this moment, Song Yaoyao was also nervous, her forehead covered in cold sweat.

She clenched her fists and looked at Ling Huanwu, who remained calm, her panic growing stronger.

If the person drawn in this diary isn't Zhou Shuyao, then it means that she, as the sister-in-law, framed her sister-in-law, and everyone will point fingers at her and curse her.

Soon, the great painter finished the last stroke, and the erased sketch was presented to everyone.

The man in the painting has strong, bright eyes and a tall, imposing figure like a pine tree. His simple vest and trousers cling tightly to his body, and all you can see are the bulging muscles on his arms and legs. He has the kind of physique that would make women blush and men feel ashamed of themselves.

Who else could be such a robust, testosterone-fueled man besides Zhou Jiuzhen, who is visiting his family?

All eyes turned to Zhou Jiuzhen.

Zhou Jiuzhen coughed awkwardly, his fist pressed against the edge of his fist. He appeared completely calm, but a blush had quietly crept up behind his ears.

"Impossible! How could this be! Ling Huanwu, you deliberately tricked me, are you also..."

Song Yaoyao screamed at the top of her lungs, but didn't ask the rest of the question. She just stared at Ling Huanwu with hatred, wishing she could tear her to pieces.

Ling Huanwu calmly looked back at her, and of course understood what Song Yaoyao wanted to ask.

Ignoring her distraught expression, he innocently retorted to Song Yaoyao, "Sister-in-law, what are you saying? How could you misunderstand and think I'm interested in your man? You know, I fell in love with Jiuzhen at first sight. Otherwise, why would I have married him so readily when I was at the clinic? What are you thinking, trying to say I'm interested in your Shuyao? Is it because you regret marrying your brother-in-law, that you're..."

In an instant, those who had been focusing on Zhou Jiuzhen's exact height all turned their attention to Song Yaoyao.

"Yeah, what exactly does Song Zhiqing mean? Ling Zhiqing clearly likes her own man, so why is she publicly stirring up trouble and slandering Ling Zhiqing for liking her man?"

"I guess she only started to think that Zhou's second son was a lazy bum after she got married. After all, his brother is a well-known, reliable, and capable regimental commander. She felt that she couldn't compare to him because she married poorly, so she was just trying to ruin her sister-in-law's and her husband's reputation."

"No, no!"

Song Yaoyao waved her hands repeatedly to deny what these people were saying. After all, she was reborn with the goal of living a good life with Zhou Shuyao and becoming the wife of the richest man in the future. It was not, as they said, that she wanted to ruin Zhou Shuyao's reputation.

She looked nervously at Zhou Shuyao, whose face was now as black as the bottom of a black pot under the stove.

He was just being arrogant, saying even his sister-in-law had a crush on him, but then he turned around and said even his own wife hated him.

Even a normal man would find this huge difference unacceptable.

Zhou Shuyao, being young and impetuous, couldn't keep his feelings to himself. He kicked over a nearby bench, turned around, and stormed off.

When Song Yaoyao saw her future richest husband giving her a cold shoulder, she felt like the sky was about to fall.

She couldn't understand why Zhou Shuyao was angry.

Could it be that he was reborn as well?

The thought popped into her head, and she shuddered with fright.

Just as he was about to chase after her, Ling Huanwu grabbed his arm.

"Oh dear, my dear sister Song Yaoyao, don't go! Now that you've clarified the matter of your slander that I like your man, isn't it time to talk about the dowry our parents gave us?"

As soon as Ling Huanwu finished speaking, she was shoved hard and fell backward. If Zhou Jiuzhen hadn't been there to steady her, her forehead would probably have been bleeding from hitting the corner of the table.

She looked up and realized that the person who pushed her was none other than Ling's father!

At this moment, Ling's father and mother stood on either side of Song Yaoyao, their eyes filled with resentment as if they were looking at an enemy.

"Ling Huanwu, you've already embarrassed your sister in front of so many people, what more do you want?"

"Didn't we say that it's not that we don't want to give it to you, but that you won't be able to take that much stuff with you when you go to the army? If you can take it with you, we'll give you as much as we have!"

That sounds very eloquent and makes perfect sense.

Ling Huanwu sneered, all traces of affection she had for them vanished.

"Alright, you've said this twice in front of everyone, so I won't hide it anymore. Actually, I already had all the dowry moved away last night, and it'll all be mine from now on. Parents and sister, don't go back on your word!"

Song Yaoyao was first stunned with disbelief and smugness, then burst into mocking laughter, rushed to the dowry tables, and made as if to lift the red cloth, "How is this possible? So many dowry items, how could you take them all away..."