Chapter 112: This Person Is Probably a Fox  

At this point, Jiang Rou gritted her teeth heavily.  

She spoke these words not only to refute Lin Yuyao but also out of sheer anger.  

Jiang Rou, who was always full of smiles, her delicate and radiant face now bore a heavy expression of fury.  

She despised Lin Yuyao’s aggressive demeanor just as much as she loathed how others blindly followed the trend, pushing a perfectly fine person into isolation.  

As soon as Jiang Rou’s resolute words fell, the crowd fell into complete silence.  

It was so quiet that even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard.  

Especially when Jiang Rou mentioned He Donglai.  

They were all military wives, just like Jiang Rou. When they learned about the demining mission, they feared that the man risking his life for the task might be their own husband.  

And when they heard that He Donglai had volunteered for the mission, they unconsciously felt a sense of relief.  

One could even say—  

It was He Donglai who had wagered his life to ensure their peace and security at this very moment.  

Yet…  

Just as Jiang Rou had said, they were here repeatedly making things difficult for He Donglai’s wife over Song Qingqian’s identity.  

Such behavior was akin to trampling all over He Donglai’s sacrifices.  

The other military wives, including Chen Meilan, looked troubled, their expressions complicated. They were filled with guilt, unable to meet Jiang Rou’s questioning gaze, nor did they dare to look at Song Qingqian.  

Only Lin Yuyao remained indignant.  

Because she was not yet a military wife, she could not understand the complex emotions the others were experiencing.  

Lin Yuyao was frustrated and angry. She could not comprehend how Jiang Rou’s mere few words had suddenly changed the stance of the other wives.  

Without their support, how was she supposed to control Jiang Rou?  

It was infuriating!  

Now that she was completely isolated, Lin Yuyao no longer dared to speak.  

Even… Song Qingqian was stunned at that moment.  

She stared at Jiang Rou in disbelief.  

Because she stood the closest to Jiang Rou, she could clearly see the violent rise and fall of Jiang Rou’s chest.  

Even the veins on Jiang Rou’s temples were faintly protruding.  

Jiang Rou had neither fled nor distanced herself from her. On the contrary, she had become so agitated for her sake.  

This was standing together in adversity.  

Jiang Rou was not only physically by her side but also stood with her at heart.  

Song Qingqian had once had many friends—friends who loved dining with her, shopping with her, and watching movies with her.  

They had once entered the most elite circles of Shanghai City together, called each other sisters, and even best friends.  

But when the threat came—  

It was precisely these friends who, for their own safety, turned on her and betrayed her from behind.  

They became the knife that stabbed her.  

Friends she had known for over ten years had done so, yet she and Jiang Rou had only met twice at most.  

And Jiang Rou, without hesitation, stood by her side.  

Was she really not afraid at all?  

As Song Qingqian remained in shock, a glimmer of admiration flashed through her eyes.

Previously, Song Qingqian’s impression of Jiang Rou had remained at the surface level.  

Fair-skinned and beautiful, delicate and gentle.  

She always carried a faint scent of food, making people instinctively want to get close to her.  

And her smile—like the sunshine on the island—warm and natural.  

It gave people a sweet feeling in their hearts.  

But the island did not have only sunshine; it also had storms.  

At this moment, Jiang Rou was like a raging storm.  

She fully revealed her sharp and resolute side.  

This person… was probably a fox.  

Most of the time, she appeared gentle and obedient, but when danger arose, she had the ability to grasp people’s hearts.  

Compared to Jiang Rou’s usual demeanor, Song Qingqian found her current sharpness even more admirable.  

It was truly breathtaking.  

Everyone remained silent.  

The tense and oppressive atmosphere continued to spread.  

In the end…  

It was Lin Yulan who stepped forward.  

She took a few steps closer to Jiang Rou and Song Qingqian, exuding the composure of a refined and well-bred lady, and spoke up.  

“Sister Rou, you are right. This time, we were wrong. I’m sorry.”  

Her first words were an apology.  

Lin Yulan—who was widely recognized as Sister Hong’s successor and the future head of the women’s committee—actually apologized to Song Qingqian!  

The military wives in the distance widened their eyes in shock, suddenly gaining a much clearer understanding of the situation.  

Lin Yulan looked at Jiang Rou and Song Qingqian, then glanced at the other wives before explaining slowly.  

“The reason Sister Rou is here today is because of my suggestion. She wanted to learn how to make clothes, and I knew that Qingqian graduated from a fashion institute, so I suggested that she come to Qingqian for lessons. If there is truly a problem with this, then it is my responsibility.”  

Jiang Rou’s gaze flickered slightly.  

That day, Lin Yulan had clearly reminded her to find someone else to learn from instead.  

Yet now, Lin Yulan was deliberately pulling herself into the situation as well.  

With this,  

The attitudes of the other wives instantly changed—completely, by one hundred and eighty degrees.

“Oh, so it was arranged by Sister Yulan? Then there’s no issue.”  

“It must have been a misunderstanding! We just didn’t get the full picture earlier.”  

“Yes, yes, just a misunderstanding. We tend to speak bluntly, but we meant no harm. Now that it’s cleared up, there’s nothing more to say.”  

Lin Yulan did not immediately respond to the others. Instead, she turned to Jiang Rou, as if seeking her opinion.  

Jiang Rou gently nodded.  

Since Lin Yulan had gone this far, Jiang Rou had to give her this courtesy.  

Seeing Jiang Rou nod, Lin Yulan continued,  

“Since it was just a misunderstanding, let’s put this matter to rest. No one should bring it up again. And as for Song Qingqian’s identity—no one is allowed to question it anymore. As long as she remains in our compound, she is Commander He’s wife, our comrade. That is her only identity.”  

Lin Yulan still held significant authority in everyone’s eyes.  

As soon as she made her stance clear, the other wives immediately nodded in agreement, eager to let the matter drop.  

If word of this spread to the military camp and reached He Donglai’s ears, who knew what consequences it might bring?  

With the conflict resolved and Jiang Rou coming out unscathed—having even won Lin Yulan’s support—Lin Yuyao simply could not accept this outcome.  

Her face turned red with anger as she called out,  

“Sister—”  

“Yuyao, that’s enough. Not another word.”  

Lin Yulan had long wanted to put a stop to her younger sister.  

She was someone who understood the bigger picture. The one who had been stirring up trouble, deliberately provoking Jiang Rou and challenging discipline, had not been Chen Meilan—it had been Lin Yuyao.  

In this compound, unity and harmony were paramount—principles that Sister Hong constantly emphasized.  

Lin Yulan had taken these words to heart.  

She would never allow her own sister to be the one to disrupt that order.  

When Lin Yulan lowered her voice and reprimanded Lin Yuyao, her authority was unmistakable. Lin Yuyao was immediately subdued, not daring to utter another word.  

Once Lin Yuyao fell silent,  

Lin Yulan turned to Jiang Rou and Song Qingqian, offering them a polite, apologetic smile.  

“You two carry on. We’ll be leaving now.”