Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 120: Great Favoritism

His stomach was bloated and aching, and he felt absolutely miserable.

His parents were so scared they had to take him to the town clinic to see a doctor in the middle of the night.

But the doctor just smiled and said it was nothing serious—just indigestion from overeating. He even prescribed a box of hawthorn pills.

They actually tasted pretty good. He could still recall the sweet aftertaste...

Sun Zhenhai lowered his head, his hands never ceasing their work of untying the small cloth bundle.

The fabric made a faint RUSTLING sound as it rubbed together.

The moment he finally opened the pouch and his eyes fell on its contents, he looked as if he’d been struck by lightning.

"This... How is this possible?"

he mumbled to himself, his voice hoarse and trembling slightly.

It was filled exclusively with a woman’s intimate personal items.

There was also a handkerchief woven from blue and white thread.

He couldn’t have been more familiar with that handkerchief.

After all, he had mocked Song Qingya when he first saw it.

He had said it was just a scrap of cloth someone had thrown away, too shabby to be seen in public.

It couldn’t compare to the handkerchiefs used by girls from well-off families.

Song Qingya’s cold gaze fell upon him.

The underwear, in particular, was not the kind of thing one simply misplaces.

He understood everything now.

All of this stemmed from the abuse Sun Qiang had inflicted on the original owner of this body over the years.

It turned out that one day, not long after the original owner had started her second year of high school,

she had taken sick leave for a headache and returned home, walking in on a filthy, disgusting scene at the most unexpected moment.

At that time, she had hidden under the covers of her small bed, not daring to make a sound.

Only then did she finally realize where her clothes, which had strangely disappeared on several occasions, had gone.

Yang Yunhua was always partial to Sun Qiang.

If even the slightest rumor reached her ears, her first reaction probably wouldn’t be to blame Sun Qiang.

Instead, she would viciously curse her own daughter for being a lowlife who slandered her stepfather.

Faced with such pressure, the original Song Qingya had ultimately chosen silence.

Now, seeing Sun Zhenhai’s face flush red and pale by turns,

Song Qingya couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction.

She slowly raised the corners of her mouth.

’But the show isn’t over yet.’

She stood her ground, her expression composed.

"Sun Zhenhai, you’ve seen the evidence, haven’t you? Are you satisfied now? From this day forward, you can give up any fantasy of successfully enlisting in the army. You know better than anyone that with your character and background, you have no right to be accepted by the military. If there was a legitimate way in, would you really need to try so hard to pull strings and use back-door connections?"

"Let me make things clear, Sun Zhenhai. You and your father are cut from the same cloth. You’re the same kind of person to the bone. You have that bastard Sun Qiang’s vile blood flowing in your veins. Just like your old man, you’re destined to spend your whole life hiding and scraping by in the gutter like a bedbug."

"You... you... How dare you say that!"

Sun Zhenhai stared at her, furious and aghast.

From the very beginning, all the hope Song Qingya had given him was fake!

It turned out she never had any intention of helping him at all!

"Song Qingya! You’re spouting nonsense! You fabricated all of this to frame us! You must have seduced my dad to get these things! Tell me, is it true you won’t help me?! If you really refuse to help, then give everything back! Hand over my money!"

"What money?"

Song Qingya scoffed coldly.

"That so-called ’money’ of yours? I obtained it through my own means. It’s mine. Why should I give it back to you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she refused to engage any further and turned away decisively.

She didn’t want to waste another word.

"I’m tired. I don’t want to waste any more time playing along with this farce. When your brother-in-law gets back, we’re leaving immediately. Don’t trouble yourself with seeing us out."

"Song Qingya, stop! Explain yourself before you leave!"

Sun Zhenhai was completely frantic now.

With a furious shout, he lunged forward and grabbed her by the sleeve, trying to pull her back and stop her.

He had no intention of letting her leave so easily!

But unexpectedly, the instant he merely brushed against the corner of her sleeve,

Song Qingya’s body seemed to suddenly lose all its strength.

She swayed and then slumped backward.

In that instant, her face was so pale it was nearly bloodless, and her eyes were squeezed shut.

Right at that critical moment, the door CREAKED open.

Two people stood outside, carrying several cloth bags and bamboo baskets of various sizes.

Yang Yunhua was in the lead, panting as she carefully balanced a basket full of vegetables and meat.

Following closely behind was Sun Qiang, also carrying pork in one hand and a bunch of scallions in the other, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

And behind them was another man, dressed in a military uniform.

He was tall with a serious expression, and the fabric on his shoulders was travel-worn, a clear sign he had rushed back as soon as he finished his duties.

Fei Jin had been worried about Song Qingya at home the whole time.

He felt that she would be neglected if she were left alone in the house during this time.

So, the moment he finished his tasks at his unit, he rushed back without a second’s delay. He just wanted to see her as soon as possible and make sure she was okay.

However, the moment he stepped through the door,

the scene before him made his heart lurch violently.

He saw Song Qingya collapsing.

And standing right next to her was Sun Zhenhai.

His face was a mask of panic, his right hand still frozen in the air.

Everyone froze in that instant.

From Yang Yunhua and Sun Qiang’s perspective, the scene couldn’t be clearer.

It was obvious that Song Qingya had fallen the instant their son reached for her.

No matter how you looked at it, it seemed like the boy had pushed her, causing her to fall.

"Qingya!"

Fei Jin was the first to snap out of it. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

He cried out her name almost as a reflex, then lunged forward, catching her securely in his arms just before she could hit the ground.

He held her soft, limp body steady in his embrace.

This sight made rage burn in Fei Jin’s heart.

He looked down at her in his arms, his eyes filled with anguish and pity.

Meanwhile, Sun Zhenhai, standing behind them, was already so scared his legs were trembling. His voice shook as he stammered out a defense: "I... I didn’t push her! It wasn’t me, it really wasn’t... She fell on her own! I just barely touched her... I really didn’t mean to hurt her..."

At the same time, Yang Yunhua, who was standing at the door, was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

The basket of groceries she was holding dropped to the floor, scattering vegetables everywhere.

Scallions and garlic rolled about haphazardly, but she was in no state of mind to pick them up.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the scene, and her body went limp.

She nearly collapsed onto the ground.

Sun Qiang, being an adult, was also panicked but remained a little calmer than the others.

He knew this situation was far from simple.