In He Shiyi’s memories from her previous life,
Luo Lingfeng was a retired soldier.
He was politically upright, straightforward, open-hearted, and fiercely responsible.
As the top leader of Nanfeng Village,
Luo Lingfeng did not believe that something as morally corrupt as “messing around” could happen under his watch.
“Brigade leader, I heard it clearly,” He Cuihua insisted.
“It was the sound of a man and a woman—panting and grunting. It wasn’t rabbits pulling grass to make a nest.”
Under the moonlight, the corner of He Cuihua’s mouth curled into a sly smile.
Her eyes sparkled with confidence and smug satisfaction, as if her scheme had already succeeded.
To make Luo Lingfeng believe her,
He Cuihua drew a large circle in the air with both hands, producing what she claimed was solid evidence.
“Brigade leader, the people messing around are right next to your grandfather’s grave mound. Go take a look—the corn stalks there have been flattened over a huge area.”
Suspicion stirred in Luo Lingfeng’s heart.
He stopped in his tracks, his face stern and cold.
“Since you didn’t go closer to look,” he asked sharply,
“how do you know a large area of corn stalks was flattened?”
He Cuihua suddenly realized she’d pushed her lie too far.
Her heart skipped.
Without the slightest sense of shame, she rushed to patch it up.
“I… I guessed. Brigade leader, think about it—people messing around wouldn’t do it standing up, right? They’d have to lie down, so of course they’d flatten a lot of corn.”
Wu Fengshou, eager to show off, let his mouth run faster than his brain.
He chimed in, “Cuihua’s right. You can’t do that standing up—lying down is way better.”
Everyone raised their eyebrows and widened their eyes.
“You’ve done it before?!”
He Cuihua stumbled, nearly falling.
She reached out and smacked Wu Fengshou’s arm.
Putting on a calm front, she scolded,
“Can you talk more decently in front of unmarried girls?”
Wu Fengshou’s heart raced, his breathing quickened, panic all over his face.
“Don’t jump to conclusions! I’m going to the city in a couple of days to be a mailman—how could I do something like that?”
“That’s right, that’s right!” others laughed.
“You’ve got connections, about to live off the state—you’d never break the law.”
The crowd laughed it off.
They pushed aside the corn leaves on both sides and eagerly searched for the “scene.”
Militia captain Wu Liangcai cherished crops the most.
He ran faster than everyone else.
The rest were afraid of arriving too late and craned their necks, squeezing forward along the corn rows.
Wu Liangcai reached the spot first.
He treated Fool Egg—sitting naked on the ground cracking peanuts—as if he didn’t exist.
All he could see was the large swath of flattened corn.
He stroked the fallen stalks one by one, heart aching, tears spilling out.
“What a sin! They were just about to grow ears—so many crushed. May lightning strike the culprits!”
The others also ignored Fool Egg’s existence.
They stepped over the fallen corn stalks, examining the so-called evidence by moonlight, speaking like experts.
“The corn was flattened by people messing around, but there’s only Fool Egg here—no woman.”
“Where did the woman go? Could she have hidden after hearing us?”
“She probably got scared and ran.”
“Run? Where could she run? We’re blocking the front, and there’s a river behind.”
“Exactly—she’s got nowhere to go. She’s probably still hiding in the cornfield.”
What the hell? Why isn’t He Shiyi here? She should’ve been unconscious!
He Cuihua’s mind was full of fantasies— she’d wanted everyone to catch a live, explicit scene.
But there was nothing.
Her disappointment was crushing.
With everyone present, she couldn’t openly question Fool Egg.
She stretched her neck and scanned the area, desperately searching for He Shiyi.
Unbeknownst to them, He Shiyi had already moved from behind the grave mound into the cornfield.
At the scene, there was only Fool Egg.
Fool Egg was slow and shameless.
When he got too hot, he stripped naked and ran around.
Day or night, hills or fields—he ran without knowing where he was going.
The crowd didn’t see what they’d hoped for.
Disappointment was written all over their faces.
Luo Lingfeng strode forward and grabbed Fool Egg—his mouth full of peanut crumbs—by the arms, yanking him upright.
He roared in fury:
“Speak! Did you break these corn stalks? I’ve told you countless times—don’t ruin the crops! Why can’t you remember? Feeling itchy for a beating again?!”
Seeing Luo Lingfeng, Fool Egg nearly scared himself senseless.
In Nanfeng Village, he was a walking disaster.
Stealing sweet potatoes, picking beans— anything edible, raw or cooked, went straight into his mouth.
A fool like him left everyone helpless.
But Luo Lingfeng didn’t care whether Fool Egg was foolish or not.
If he caught him ruining crops, he’d beat him half to death.
Fool Egg had been beaten enough to be terrified.
Seeing Luo Lingfeng was worse than a mouse seeing a cat.
The thunderous roar stunned him out of his wits.
His tongue froze, mouth gaping.
His bulging eyes rolled around for a long time— but not a single word came out.
“Brigade leader, the ones messing around are right here.”
Following the smell of urine, He Cuihua dragged He Shiyi out from the cornfield.
In truth, He Shiyi had walked out on her own.
The stench was unbearable—she felt like she might suffocate.
She was eager to deal with He Cuihua and rush home to bathe and change.
The moment He Shiyi was exposed,
He Cuihua’s face lit up with undisguised triumph.
Her grin stretched from ear to ear.
She sneered,
“Sis, you always looked so innocent. Who would’ve thought you’d secretly mess around with Fool Egg? Absolutely shameless.”
The crowd stared at one another in shock.
No one could believe it.
Wu Fengshou’s jaw dropped.
He’d been engaged to He Shiyi for over two years.
She’d always lowered her head shyly, avoided him.
Even brushing hands would make her blush to the neck.
He’d thought she was pure and conservative— who knew she’d be wild enough to mess around with a fool?
Under everyone’s gaze,
He Shiyi remained calm and composed.
She slapped away He Cuihua’s hand gripping her arm.
Her expression twisted, her face darkening instantly.
“Thief crying thief! You insult my character—and my taste. Believe it or not, I’ll beat you straight out of this world!”
As she spoke, He Shiyi kicked out.
He Cuihua, unprepared, was sent flying face-down.
He Shiyi kicked her viciously.
“You call me sister all day, pretending we’re closer than blood—turns out you’re just a fake saint, a two-faced bitch!”
He Cuihua screamed in pain, trying to crawl up and fight back.
He Shiyi dropped down and sat squarely on her back.
Her left hand yanked He Cuihua’s hair.
Her right hand slammed her head into the dirt, grinding her face hard into the ground.
“If I’m doing well, it’s sunny days for you. If I’m not—you’re finished.”
He Cuihua wailed in agony.
“Help… help… pull her off… please…”
The shrill screams echoed through the cornfield.
They sent chills down everyone’s spine.
The crowd stood frozen.
No one could’ve imagined that gentle, kind He Shiyi could be this ferocious.
After venting her anger, He Shiyi stood and turned to face everyone.
Just as she was about to clear her name—
Wu Fengshou charged forward, eyes bloodshot.
He pointed at her and cursed loudly:
“Shameless slut! Not even married and you already put a green hat on me! I’m breaking off the engagement!”
He Shiyi lifted her eyes and gave him a look of pure contempt.
A skinny stick of a man.
Pale face, gaudy clothes.
Shifty eyes, a sleazy middle-part haircut.
Everything about him felt wrong.
Creepy—yet pretending to be righteous.
One glance was enough to make her sick.
It felt like swallowing a fly.
She gagged.
Then she unleashed every vulgar curse she could remember.
“Look at that ghostly face of yours—like a hairless starving monkey. How blind would I have to be to choose you? With that sorry excuse for a face, you’ve got the nerve to curse me? To talk about breaking off the engagement? Get lost!”