“Hey! You bitch, feeling itchy, huh? Today I’m gonna give you a good tightening!”
These words completely enraged Song Yanchuan. He rolled up his sleeves and threw a punch straight at Wen Yifan’s face.
Wen Yifan moved as if to block, but before Song Yanchuan’s fist could land, a large hand tightly grabbed it.
Years of training had made the muscles on that arm exceptionally strong, the lines clearly defined. With no effort, the hand twisted Song Yanchuan’s fist, making him grimace in pain.
“Ouch! Where did this wild man come from, you…”
Song Yanchuan looked up and met a pair of sharp, eagle-like eyes full of anger.
The powerful aura around him was so overwhelming that Song Yanchuan nearly couldn’t breathe. He froze in place for a moment.
“Trying to hit a female comrade? Come with me!”
Without another word, Qin Yunan twisted him around and marched him straight to the town police station.
His movements were clean and decisive; not only was Song Yanchuan caught off guard, even Wen Yifan didn’t have time to stop him.
At the police station, listening to Qin Yunan’s explanation, the two rotating patrol officers looked at each other and couldn’t help bursting into laughter.
They laughed so hard they could barely close their mouths, leaving Qin Yunan slightly confused. He frowned, asking, “What’s so funny?”
One of the short, chubby officers placed a hand on Qin Yunan’s shoulder, laughed a little more, and then explained:
“Comrade Qin, a couple’s domestic affairs are none of your business! If you get involved, who knows what they’ll say about you when they go home!”
Hearing this, Wen Yifan’s face went pale, then red—despite living another life, she still felt embarrassed having her family’s messy affairs exposed in front of strangers.
The officers’ words inadvertently emboldened Song Yanchuan, who puffed out his chest and proudly said, “You hear that? This is my and my wife’s family matter—none of your business, outsider!”
He didn’t forget to complain to the two officers: “Officers, I’m suffering! This wife of mine… she took our money to build a house outside, and even brought a wild man home… I can’t face anyone!”
“Shut up!”
Wen Yifan shouted angrily, her face burning.
“Comrade Qin came here for treatment. Don’t act like everyone else can just go outside and fool around!”
“What are you saying! The widow lost her husband early and is all alone. I’m just taking care of her. Who wants to deal with a shrew like you every day?”
As he spoke, Song Yanchuan even sought validation from the two officers: “Officers, tell me—who would care more about outsiders than their own family? And sending some wild man to bring my husband to the station—who can stand a shrew like that?”
The two officers exchanged glances but didn’t comment, though they clearly had their own thoughts.
Wen Yifan gritted her teeth, cursing that this was a police station—otherwise, she would’ve given Song Yanchuan a good thrashing to teach him a lesson.
But just as Song Yanchuan finished speaking, Qin Yunan cut in: “I think Comrade Wen did the right thing.”
He looked at Wen Yifan, his eyes filled with approval.
“Setting up a clinic is a public service and deserves praise. But this comrade disrespects marriage, disrespects his wife, and even falsely accuses a good person.”
Hearing this warmed Wen Yifan’s heart. In both her past and present life, aside from her youngest daughter and the Song Chenyi couple, no one had ever said something like this to her.
She looked up and smiled at Qin Yunan. “Comrade Qin, your injury isn’t fully healed yet. Since he’s already been taken to the station, let it go and get some rest!”
Qin Yunan opened his lips, wanting to say something, but seeing Wen Yifan’s expression, he swallowed his words.
He turned to the two officers: “In any case, trying to hit someone is wrong. Please ‘educate’ him properly.”
“Will do!”
Seeing Qin Yunan and Wen Yifan’s good rapport, and knowing Song Yanchuan’s behavior was indeed improper, the officers happily agreed with a smile.
“Comrade Wen, shall we go?”
The two officers took Song Yanchuan into the office for some instruction, while Qin Yunan accompanied Wen Yifan as they were about to leave.
Song Yanchuan, still fuming, had his anger stoked even further by the scene, shouting uncontrollably at their retreating backs:
“Hah, it’s just a big guy! Wen Yifan, I’ll tell you—if you have the guts, hide behind this wild man forever. Otherwise, when I catch you, I’ll make you spit out everything you took from the Song family!”
Hearing this, Wen Yifan sneered.
“Spit out what I took from the Song family? I’ve lived off the family all these years, and it’s nowhere near enough for these few ancestors! And this shameless Song Yanchuan dares to threaten me?”
Fine, she thought—let’s see what he can do!
Days passed, and Wen Yifan finally enjoyed a rare period of peace. Apart from changing Qin Yunan’s dressings, she spent her time collecting herbs in the mountains to accumulate points—a truly pleasant life.
That scumbag Song Yanchuan, ever since Qin Yunan sent him to the station for a lesson, hadn’t returned. Wen Yifan could vaguely guess what had happened after their departure.
She was perfectly content.
People like him deserved to be thoroughly dealt with!
As Qin Yunan’s injury steadily improved, the incision made to relieve the pressure from the hematoma gradually healed until the scar was nearly invisible. He had no reason to return.
Finally, one day, after Wen Yifan finished collecting herbs, she no longer saw Qin Yunan’s figure.
Perhaps he wouldn’t come back.
She thought quietly and set down her basket.
“Good! If he’s not coming back, I can move on to the next step of my plan!”
Muttering to herself, she opened the system panel.
From her previous life’s experience, she knew that the land beneath her feet was not only the future city center but also buried with treasures of immeasurable value!
Her fingers hovered over the “Exchange” button, and a simple metal detector appeared in her hands.
Unlike the lightweight and compact detector she saw in her past life, this one was unmodified, bulky, and heavy, requiring considerable effort just to move it.
Still, for her purposes, it was more than sufficient.
She dragged the heavy detector into the courtyard under the scorching sun. The heat beat down on her bent back, making it burn.
Sweat dripped from her forehead, soaking the soil.
“Where are you? I hope I’m not remembering wrong…”
She wiped the sweat from her face, muttering under her breath.
Even with sweat running into her eyes, she didn’t give up. After two to three hours of searching, she had found nothing.
Exhausted, she plopped down on a haystack, gasping heavily, and threw the metal detector aside in frustration.
“Heavens, are you messing with me?!”
She pointed at the sky and complained loudly.
At that moment, the detector emitted a loud, blaring sound.
“Beep—beep beep—”