Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 103: Reporter Digs for Scandal, But Is Saved by the Heroine’s Miracle Water!

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: Reporter Digs for Scandal, But Is Saved by the Heroine’s Miracle Water!

"Actually..."

Sister in law Zhang swallowed hard.

Her eyes were wide open.

As if she had recalled some terrifying scene.

Mr. Liu’s pen was about to puncture his notebook.

"Actually what?"

He urged.

"Speak up!"

"I’ve got your back!"

Sister in law Zhang took a deep breath.

She slapped her thigh forcefully.

"Actually, she’s just a lunatic!"

Mr. Liu’s eyes suddenly lit up.

A lunatic?

This word was perfect!

This suggested that Lin Wan Yi’s mental state had issues!

How could someone with mental issues be a role model?

"How is she crazy?"

Mr. Liu pressed on.

"Details!"

"On the day she gave birth..."

Sister in law Zhang’s voice started to tremble.

"There was massive bleeding!"

"The blood poured out..."

"Basin after basin being taken out!"

"Even the commander cried out of fear!"

Mr. Liu was momentarily stunned.

This was not the kind of "crazy" he had expected.

"Even after all that..."

Sister in law Zhang continued.

Waving her hands and feet for emphasis.

"She still refused to put down her pen!"

"The doctor wanted to give her anesthesia, but she refused!"

"She said she was afraid it would affect her brain and she wouldn’t be able to answer questions!"

"If that’s not madness, what is it?"

"She risked her life just to take an exam!"

After Sister in law Zhang finished speaking.

She exhaled a long breath.

She thought for sure that Lin Wan Yi was done for.

What normal person would do such a thing?

But Mr. Liu was left speechless.

His pen hovering in mid-air.

Massive bleeding?

Refusing anesthesia?

Continuing to take the test?

How is this madness?

This is obviously a testament to her indomitable revolutionary spirit!

It was even more shocking than the rumors he had heard in the province!

"You..."

Mr. Liu stared at Sister in law Zhang.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Absolutely true!"

Sister in law Zhang became anxious.

Thinking Mr. Liu didn’t believe her.

"There were a lot of people present at the time!"

"If you don’t believe me, ask Li!"

She casually pointed.

Seeing Li passing by, head ducked.

"Li, come over here!"

Mr. Liu shouted.

Li flinched in fright.

Slowly shuffled over.

"Leader..."

"You were outside the delivery room too?"

Mr. Liu asked.

Li glanced at Sister in law Zhang.

Then at Mr. Liu’s serious face.

She dared not lie.

"Yes, I was."

"What was Lin Wan Yi’s condition at that time?"

Li bit her lip.

"She..."

"Her face was as pale as paper."

"She didn’t even have the strength to speak."

"But..."

Li’s voice caught in her throat.

"But as soon as she got the exam paper, her eyes lit up."

"That look..."

"I’ll never forget it for the rest of my life."

Mr. Liu fell silent.

He closed his notebook.

The thrill of catching a scoop faded away in his mind.

Replaced by something indescribably moving.

He had come hoping to dig up some dirt.

But ended up uncovering a shining example more precious than gold.

"Is there anything else?"

Mr. Liu, unwilling to give up, asked Sister in law Zhang again.

"In her life?"

"Any...bad habits?"

Sister in law Zhang scratched her head.

Bad habits?

She wanted to say Lin Wan Yi was spoiled.

But as the words reached her mouth.

She swallowed them back.

She remembered a few days ago.

Her husband’s military pants had worn out.

They were beyond repair.

She was so worried she cried.

It was Lin Wan Yi who passed by.

She taught her to use the lining of an old garment to patch them up.

The patch hardly showed at all.

When her husband wore them back to the army.

Even the company commander praised him for being frugal.

"Well..."

Sister in law Zhang hesitated.

"She’s... she’s pretty good at managing the household."

Sister in law Zhang spoke the truth.

"She taught me how to patch up my husband’s torn pants."

"Her hands are really skillful."

Mr. Liu: ...

He felt like he had punched a pillow.

Soft.

No strength to exert.

"Mr. Liu!"

A sudden shout from behind.

Wang Xiu’e approached with a group of military wives.

In full force.

With an imposing presence.

"I heard you were interviewing?"

Wang Xiu’e walked up to Mr. Liu.

Her hands on her hips.

Her voice as loud as a megaphone.

"Why don’t you interview me?"

"I’ve watched Wanyi grow up in the compound!"

Mr. Liu instinctively stepped back half a step.

"And who might this lady be..."

"I am the commander’s wife!"

Wang Xiu’e introduced herself.

"I’m also Lin Wan Yi’s introducer to the Party!"

Mr. Liu’s face changed slightly.

The commander’s wife.

No small matter.

"Then please do tell."

Mr. Liu forced himself to ask.

"How does Comrade Lin Wan Yi conduct herself usually?"

"Excellent! Absolutely excellent!"

Wang Xiu’e raised her thumb in approval.

"That girl, when she first came, was a bit pampered."

"That’s because she came from a good background and hadn’t suffered before."

"But!"

Wang Xiu’e changed her tone.

"She was willing to learn!"

"Even pregnant, with a big belly."

"She fetched water and planted vegetables every day."

"The wasteland in our compound, she cleared it bit by bit!"

"Go take a look at that vegetable plot!"

Wang Xiu’e pointed in the direction of the back yard.

"Those eggplants, those beans, see how well they grow!"

"In the entire compound, she’s the most industrious!"

The military wives beside them all chimed in agreement.

"Yes, indeed!"

"There’s nothing to criticize about Lin Wan Yi!"

"Last time my kid had a fever, it was her who gave us the fever-reducing medicine!"

"She often helps us with the kids, so we can free our hands to work."

Everyone chimed in one after the other.

All were praises.

Not a single bad word.

Reporter Liu stood in the middle of the crowd.

He only felt a buzzing in his ears.

He tightly clutched his briefcase.

Inside it.

Was that anonymous accusation letter.

The letter claimed Lin Wan Yi was "extravagant," "arrogant," and "disruptive."

But now.

What was he hearing?

It was about thriftiness.

About being helpful.

About being a community builder.

These things.

Were completely different from what the letter said!

Could it be...

The letter was fake?

Someone was trying to frame her?

Cold sweat appeared on Reporter Liu’s forehead.

Because of that letter.

He traveled all the way from the provincial city.

Didn’t even bother to drink water.

Dived straight into the compound.

Just to catch something firsthand.

In the end.

He didn’t catch anything.

Instead, he got a lesson.

"Mr. Liu..."

Reporter Xiao Wang leaned in.

Whispered a reminder.

"Could we have... made a mistake?"

Reporter Liu glared at her.

"Shut up!"

He felt his authority was being challenged.

He didn’t believe it.

How could there possibly be such a perfect person in this world?

Something must be wrong!

"Let’s go!"

Reporter Liu waved a hand.

"Let’s take a look at the vegetable garden!"

He didn’t believe that a pampered capitalist’s daughter.

Could really grow good crops!

Maybe Mr. Gu sent guards to help her plant them!

This was blatant abuse of power!

Reporter Liu strode toward the backyard.

He walked too hurriedly.

Stumbled at his feet.

Almost fell.

"Reporter Liu!"

The officer hurriedly supported him.

"Are you okay?"

Reporter Liu’s face was a bit pale.

He waved his hand.

"I’m fine."

He pushed away the officer.

Continued to walk forward.

Just two steps ahead.

His stomach suddenly convulsed.

Like a hand inside giving a hard twist.

"Hiss—"

Reporter Liu took a sharp breath.

Slowed his steps.

He had an old stomach condition.

When meals were irregular, it tended to flare up.

Today, to catch the train.

Skipped breakfast.

After arriving here at noon.

Rejected the officer’s welcoming banquet.

Toiled till now.

It was already two in the afternoon.

Not a drop of water ingested.

Coupled with the earlier anger.

This stomach issue.

Came on fiercely.

"Reporter Liu?"

Xiao Wang noticed something was wrong.

"Why do you look so pale?"

Sweat beaded on Reporter Liu’s forehead.

His lips turned white.

He tried to speak.

But the stomach pain wouldn’t let him open his mouth.

"Ugh..."

He groaned.

Clutching his stomach.

Slowly crouched down.

"Reporter Liu!"

"Someone help!"

"Reporter Liu has fainted!"

The surrounding erupted into chaos.

The officer was anxiously pacing around.

"Medic! Call the medic, quick!"

The military wives were terrified.

The person who seemed perfectly fine just a moment ago.

How did they suddenly collapse?

Reporter Liu curled up on the ground.

Shivering with pain.

He felt like today he was going to meet his end here.

How embarrassing.

A dignified provincial report journalist.

Came to dig up dirt on someone.

Ended up collapsing himself.

Just as his consciousness blurred.

A gentle voice sounded by his ear.

"Make way, please."

The crowd parted slightly.

Lin Wan Yi walked in.

She was carrying an enamel mug.

Still steaming.

She squatted beside Reporter Liu.

"Reporter Liu."

Her voice was calm.

Without a hint of schadenfreude.

"Drink this first."

Reporter Liu strained to open his eyes.

Looking at Lin Wan Yi before him.

Backlit.

Her face held a faint expression of concern.

Didn’t seem fake.

Despite how difficult he had made things for her just now.

She...

Still willing to bring him water?

"I..."

Reporter Liu wanted to refuse.

But the pain was too much.

His throat felt on fire.

Lin Wan Yi didn’t wait for him to speak.

Brought the enamel mug directly to his lips.

"Drink."

"Warm water with a bit of brown sugar."

"Good for the stomach."

Reporter Liu opened his mouth involuntarily.

The warm liquid flowed into his mouth.

With an unusual hint of sweetness.

Not like ordinary brown sugar water.

More like...

A mountain spring.

The water flowed down his throat into his stomach.

A miracle happened.

The severe pain like being cut by a knife.

Was suddenly eased quite a bit.

A warm current.

Wrapped around his spasming stomach.

So comfortable he almost let out a sound.

Reporter Liu looked at Lin Wan Yi in shock.

Then looked again at the enamel mug in her hand.

This water...

How could it be so miraculous?