Chapter 18: Unexpected Incident

Zhao Guixiang watched her son kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly with flushed cheeks. Her eyes instantly welled up with tears, and the broom she held slipped from her hand with a soft clatter. She hurriedly reached out to pull Lin Yang up, tears streaming uncontrollably as her voice trembled, “My son, you are the flesh and blood I carried—how could I ever blame you? As long as you live well from now on, mother asks for nothing more and will be content.”

Lin Dahai limped over, his face full of pain and helplessness. He grabbed Lin Yang firmly by the collar at the back of his shirt, yanking him up with a grunt. “A grown man, crying like a child. Hold those tears back right now!” he muttered.

Then, his gaze turned sharply to Sun Xiaorong, cutting like a blade. The look in his eyes suddenly grew fierce, as if a wild beast, roused to anger, was about to pounce. His lips trembled slightly as he spoke in a calm yet chilling tone, “Girl, I, Lin Dahai, may not have much to boast of, but years ago I fought against those foreign devils and have taken more than a dozen lives with my own hands.”

“Go back and tell your father not to scheme against my son anymore. I’m no pushover or coward! Don’t provoke me, or he will regret it bitterly.”

His words were low but each syllable rang clear. Lin Yang had never seen his father like this before and was genuinely startled. Usually, his father was mild-mannered and never lost his temper. If there were any disputes in the village, it was his mother who would stand with hands on hips, shouting back at others. At home, his mother often chased his father around, who could only cower and retreat. Yet now, the aura his father exuded made Lin Yang’s heart race with awe and fear.

Sun Xiaorong turned pale with fright, staggering back several steps, her eyes wild with panic. The bicycle she held clattered to the ground, its wheel spinning uncontrollably. “Girl, you should leave now. Tell your father that Lin Dahai is still strong and not to be trifled with!” Lin Dahai’s voice rang out again, filled with unyielding authority.

Outside the fence, the gathered villagers were dumbfounded by this sudden turn of events. After a brief silence, the crowd erupted into chatter. “Wow, Lin Dahai seems so honest and quiet, but he actually fought the foreign devils? Is that true?” a young daughter-in-law exclaimed in shock.

“That’s no lie! His family owns a Mosin-Nagant rifle with a water-drop magazine, supposedly brought back when he was discharged. If he didn’t have some real skill, why would they let him take the gun?” an uncle declared confidently.

The villagers exchanged words eagerly, their excitement bubbling over.

Lin Dahai seemed to realize his earlier outburst and returned to his usual honest and humble demeanor, his back slightly hunched. He turned to his son and smiled with a mix of indulgence and reproach. “You little rascal, get back inside!”

Lin Yang’s heart was deeply stirred. He understood what his father meant—if Sun Xiaorong continued to pester them, his father might truly lose his temper. Though his father often found fault with him and picked on him relentlessly, as if he could never do right, Lin Yang knew it was his father’s way of trying to correct him.

Though silent, a father’s love weighed as heavily as a mountain.

Lin Yang took several deep breaths to calm himself, then fixed Sun Xiaorong with a fierce glare and spoke loudly, “I’ll say it plainly today: Liu Datong told me clearly—you and he are secretly involved.”

“That’s nonsense! There’s no such thing!” Sun Xiaorong’s face changed abruptly as she urgently denied the accusation. Deep down, she knew that to admit it would mean utter ruin. But anyone could see the flicker of panic and guilt in her eyes.

Lin Yang stepped forward slightly, raising his voice with anger. “We’re going to the township clinic right now. Do you dare to come? Let all the villagers witness the truth.”

“You’re not just shaming your family with this behavior—you’re disgracing the whole village. In the old days, people like you would have been dragged straight to the pond to drown!”

“Sun Xiaorong, do you dare? You always said you wanted to clear your name. Here’s your chance!”

Sun Xiaorong was caught off guard by this barrage of accusations, her mind blank and unable to respond.

The onlookers grew excited, especially the young women and wives, who shouted encouragement. “Sun Xiaorong, what’s there to be afraid of? Go to the clinic and let the truth come out!”

“Yeah, we’ll go with you. If Lin Yang dares to sully your name, we won’t let him off!”

“If Lin Yang dares to ruin an innocent girl’s reputation, he’s unforgivable. We’ll take him to the brigade and make things right for you.”

“But if you’ve been involved with someone else and then try to trap Lin Yang into raising your child, don’t think you’ll get away with it—you’ll end up behind bars!”

At that moment, Sun Fugui heard the commotion from afar, his expression darkening. He slapped his thigh in frustration. “This is bad!”

He had planned to go directly to Lin Yang’s house to discuss the marriage between the two children. He was even considering lowering the bride price, given how unpleasant things had become. But on his way, he met the old village chief, who was anxious.

The chief explained that to support the forestry team’s efforts, they needed a strong young man from the village to help hunt down fierce beasts in the mountains. That very morning, the logging team had accidentally disturbed a bear’s den, resulting in three deaths and one severe injury—a tragedy that had alarmed the county.

The county had issued a strict order: this matter must be handled properly, and such incidents must not happen again.

This pressure fell squarely on the forestry team. But the mountain range was vast, stretching for countless miles, and the team had limited manpower. There was no way to manage alone.

So, they had to pull men from various villages to assist.

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