Chapter 6: A Brain Full of Big Issues, Deserving of the Beating!

Coming down from the mountain, Ye Sanqiu saw that it was still early, so she decided to head to the commune’s “educated youth” dormitory.

The trouble she caused was hers to solve, of course.

She had agreed to let Grandma Ye help manage the situation because it gave her a sense of involvement.

Three years ago, because of a certain incident, Grandma Ye had always felt guilty toward her. Over the past three years, no matter what trouble Ye Sanqiu caused, Grandma Ye would always turn a blind eye.

Every time she would scold Ye Sanqiu for causing trouble, but without fail, she would stand up for her.

Ye Sanqiu could see and feel the love Grandma Ye had for her.

She wasn’t a complete fool and was naturally moved by it.

Whenever someone came to complain about her, Grandma Ye always wanted to intervene, and Ye Sanqiu would simply follow along.

On the surface, every issue Ye Sanqiu caused was handled by Grandma Ye, but the truth of the situation was known only to Ye Sanqiu herself.

After Grandma Ye would talk to the people who came to complain, Ye Sanqiu would follow up and visit those people again.

This time was no different!

Ye Sanqiu didn’t knock, just pushed open the door of the educated youth dormitory.

She had been here several times, so she was somewhat of an “old friend” to some of the youth here, and didn’t need to bother with formalities like knocking.

It was an awkward time for Ye Sanqiu to show up—the educated youth were having their dinner.

The youth at the commune ate together in a shared space.

Hearing the familiar sound of the door opening, everyone in the yard turned to look, and upon seeing Ye Sanqiu, they flinched like startled birds. Those who had been beaten by Ye Sanqiu shrank back, wishing they could hide.

Among this crowd of startled people, only Lin Zhichong’s eyes flickered with a gleam of light.

He put down his bowl, smiled, and walked toward Ye Sanqiu, greeting her politely, “Comrade Ye, what brings you here? Have you eaten? Would you like some food?”

Ye Sanqiu instinctively furrowed her brows when she saw Lin Zhichong. She didn’t like people who lacked self-awareness.

He knew she didn’t want to interact with him, yet he always shamelessly approached her to make small talk.

If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t have been secretly labeled a seductress by Wang Jiaojiao.

Indeed, Wang Jiaojiao had accused her of seducing Lin Zhichong, one of the educated youth.

To be fair, Ye Sanqiu had no interest in Lin Zhichong. He wasn’t her type at all.

As for whether Lin Zhichong had any interest in her—that was his business. She couldn’t control his thoughts.

Lin Zhichong had never confessed his feelings to her or done anything inappropriate. The only thing he had done was greet her with a smile whenever they met.

To his greetings, she would either nod or ignore him.

Ye Sanqiu thought Wang Jiaojiao’s hatred of her was somewhat irrational. If she had any brains, Wang Jiaojiao wouldn’t hate Ye Sanqiu when Lin Zhichong rejected her.

Yes, she was sure of it—Wang Jiaojiao was the one with the mental illness. She deserved whatever beating she got.

For people she didn’t like, Ye Sanqiu never gave them a good expression. But this time, instead of ignoring Lin Zhichong, she glanced at him and coldly said, “You have a piece of chive stuck in your teeth.”

Lin Zhichong’s mouth, which had been smiling, immediately stiffened. He couldn’t decide whether to speak or to close his mouth.

A flush spread across his previously calm face, and his body stiffened, afraid to turn around and meet the gazes of the other youth.

Ye Sanqiu was satisfied with the impact of her words. She scanned the yard but didn’t see Wang Jiaojiao. She didn’t ask where she was and directly walked toward the female dormitory.

The other youth could only silently seethe, too angry to speak up.

Wang Jiaojiao was indeed in the dormitory.

She lay on the kang bed with her back to Ye Sanqiu. When she heard the noise at the door, she didn’t bother to turn around.

Ye Sanqiu knew she was pretending to sleep, so she walked over to the edge of the bed. Not caring whether Wang Jiaojiao could hear her, she leaned down and whispered a few words in Wang Jiaojiao’s ear.

At first, Wang Jiaojiao didn’t respond, but suddenly, as though struck by a bolt of lightning, she sprang upright like a dying person who had just regained consciousness. Her eyes glared at Ye Sanqiu with a look of someone whose secret had been exposed. She raised her voice to cover her awkwardness, “You’re talking nonsense! When did I ever…”

Her words died off in the face of Ye Sanqiu’s knowing gaze.

Ye Sanqiu chuckled lightly, “Should I remind you in more detail? Like that summer during the wheat harvest when…”

“Shut up!” Ye Sanqiu was cut off by Wang Jiaojiao’s angry shout before she could finish her sentence.

Wang Jiaojiao’s face turned red with fury, and she nearly lunged at Ye Sanqiu to tear her mouth off.

Inside, she was both panicked and disoriented.

She couldn’t figure it out—how did Ye Sanqiu know about her confession to Lin Zhichong?

She clearly remembered that no one else was around at that moment.

Ye Sanqiu gave Wang Jiaojiao a cold, disdainful look and said coldly, “If you don’t want others talking, then keep your mouth shut. I have no interest in the love and hate between you and Lin Zhichong, and I definitely don’t want to get involved.”

She paused, her gaze sharpening. “If you have any sense, you’ll know what to say, what not to say, what to do, and what not to do. If I hear you badmouthing me again, calling me a seductress, it won’t just be a beating. I’ll make sure everyone knows the dirty little things you’ve done.”

Ye Sanqiu recalled that during the summer harvest, she had accidentally overheard a conversation behind a haystack at the threshing field.

She hadn’t expected to see such an open and intimate moment in this simple era. So, she had paused and listened.

The man and woman in question were Wang Jiaojiao and Lin Zhichong.

The beginning of their story seemed so beautiful, but the ending was rather regrettable.

Lin Zhichong had rejected Wang Jiaojiao.

Wang Jiaojiao, who was as petty as she was jealous, couldn’t accept the fact that Lin Zhichong, who had rejected her, was still friendly and spoke to her.

Her twisted mind couldn’t let it go and she resented Ye Sanqiu for no reason.

After all, she had made Ye Sanqiu her imaginary enemy.

Knowing that Ye Sanqiu had a bad temper, she still went ahead and badmouthed her.

And after Ye Sanqiu had beaten her up, she didn’t let it go. Instead, she went to the team leader to complain and even threatened to report Ye Sanqiu to the commune.

Ye Sanqiu wasn’t afraid of her reporting her. She just didn’t want Grandma Ye to be put in a difficult position.

Grandma Ye had vouched for the incompetent Team Leader Li Weimin, so Ye Sanqiu wasn’t going to let Wang Jiaojiao make things difficult for Grandma.

Wang Jiaojiao, feeling cornered, yelled, “Do you dare?”

Ye Sanqiu stared at her coldly, replying, “You think I don’t dare? Let’s make a bet. By the time I leave the educated youth dorm, the story of Wang Jiaojiao confessing to Lin Zhichong, being rejected, and then turning her resentment towards me will spread like wildfire. Tomorrow, Wang Jiaojiao will be the talk of our Laba Flower Commune. Do you dare to test that?”

Wang Jiaojiao didn’t need to bet; she already knew the outcome.

Ye Sanqiu was a woman of action, and her threats weren’t idle.

Faced with Ye Sanqiu’s grip on her weaknesses, Wang Jiaojiao felt a sense of helplessness, like punching a pillow—ineffectual.

She cried out in despair, “What do you want from me?”

Ye Sanqiu leaned in, lifting Wang Jiaojiao’s chin with one hand, grinning as she said, “I don’t like trouble, and I dislike people lecturing me. You insulted me, so I beat you. To me, that’s fair and just.”

Her voice grew cold. “But you seemed to think differently, so you encouraged Li Weimin to come to my house for an explanation. Tell me, do you find the explanation I just gave you satisfactory?”

Wang Jiaojiao wanted to shout that she wasn’t satisfied, but with her chin in Ye Sanqiu’s grip, she knew that if she dared protest, Ye Sanqiu would probably break it. Furthermore, Ye Sanqiu had a hold over her with her little secret, so she didn’t dare to say a word.

Weighing the consequences…

Wang Jiaojiao begrudgingly said, “Satisfactory.”

Only then did Ye Sanqiu release her grip.

“Now, write me a reconciliation letter, so I can report back to the team leader.”

Reluctantly, Wang Jiaojiao wrote the letter. After Ye Sanqiu confirmed its accuracy, she took the letter and left the dormitory humming a tune.