The office director thought of the recent rumors and couldn’t help but laugh. "You’re worried about Living Yama, aren’t you? Don’t worry blindly, is Living Yama such a shortsighted person? You’re overthinking it."
Li Bin felt a bit embarrassed and gave an awkward smile, "Isn’t it because I’m afraid that Living Yama, being so honest, might be deceived?" He was really shocked by the entirely baseless rumors.
"Then why have the rumors been so unpleasant recently? It’s stirring up a storm throughout the city."
"I think someone is deliberately framing him."
"Why are you so sure?"
The office director looked around to make sure no one was at the door and whispered, "Let me tell you a secret, you also came from the Northern, have you heard of the Su Family?"
Li Bin was startled, then said admiringly, "Of course, we are at the Southern Border Rescue Field, and President Su Jiang is our direct leader."
"Sheng Ning’s true identity is President Su’s niece, the old leader’s own granddaughter. Do you think the Su family would let their own people do such things?"
"No!" Li Bin shook his head seriously, President Su was his idol, a hero he admired. He had deep respect for such a family from the bottom of his heart.
"Then aren’t you reassured now?"
"Reassured, I’m very reassured." As Li Bin thought of his good brother having found such a wife, he couldn’t help but feel happy for him.
His brother was doing well, and that put his mind at ease.
It wasn’t just Li Bin who was affected by the rumors, but also Xu Xianxiong and Zhao Lanzhi. Recently, when villagers saw them, they would show a very strange smile.
Because of this, Xu Xianxiong had fought a few fights, which utterly infuriated Zhao Lanzhi.
"Do you know how old you are? You still think you’re a young man? Always resorting to fighting with others, do you think our family’s reputation in the village isn’t bad enough?" Zhao Lanzhi said while rubbing medicinal alcohol on Xu Xianxiong.
"It’s because I was provoked! If they dare to talk about my daughter-in-law, it’s like they are slapping my son’s face, and slapping my son’s face is no different from slapping my face," Xu Xianxiong glared, but became sheepish upon meeting Zhao Lanzhi’s gaze.
"Wife, I was wrong, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have resorted to violence."
"Do you realize that now?" Zhao Lanzhi pressed harder with her hand, causing Xu Xianxiong to grimace in pain.
"I realize now. The next time someone tries to slap my face, I shouldn’t resort to violence. I should just keep a little notebook and secretly write it down, and let Qigang handle it himself when he gets back," Xu Xianxiong trusted his son’s ability to handle fights immensely, knowing that if his son decided to get involved, it would be resolved in minutes.
"Why do you need to take notes in a little notebook? Are you too old to remember even this?"
Xu Xianxiong chuckled, "There are too many people, I really can’t remember without a notebook!"
Zhao Lanzhi couldn’t help but frown, finished applying the alcohol, helped Xu Xianxiong put his clothes back on, and then sat down on the kang.
"What’s wrong, wife?"
"I’ve been thinking, all this fuss isn’t good for Ningning’s reputation." Her son was a rescue hero, her pride.
They couldn’t let people poke their backbones.
"Wife, do you believe what they’re saying outside too?" Xu Xianxiong said sternly, sitting upright, and took on an admonishing tone, "Comrade Zhao Lanzhi, I must criticize and lecture you! Your thinking is very dangerous, do you know? How can you casually believe the nonsense from the outside? As a member of the proletariat revolution..."