"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..."
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