Chapter 3: On-the-Spot Body Check

Present at the scene, aside from the Yan family and the electrician’s family, were four or five other villagers—all of them strong and sturdy.

In the village, someone like Zhan Nanhui—a class enemy from a capitalist background who exploited the working class—but just happened to be somewhat good-looking, was practically the public enemy of all men.

And now this class enemy not only refused to reform, but had even violated the village flower.

The men’s anger surged instantly. One by one, they grabbed whatever they could from pigsties—hoes, shovels, brooms—and rushed at Zhan Nanhui.

At the same time, Yi Jixiang gleefully dragged Yi An’an outside.

She had seen it clearly just now—Yi An’an wasn’t even wearing pants. Ever since they were young, she had envied Yi An’an’s beauty. This time, she wanted to see Yi An’an stark naked in front of the entire village!

Zhan Nanhui watched as the men of the village charged at him with weapons. A cold, sinister glint flashed through his icy eyes—but quickly vanished, as if he’d thought of something.

He had to endure this. Otherwise, this entire year’s effort would be for nothing.

All of this—was because of this woman!

He glanced down at Yi An’an coldly, his eyes full of resentment. So when she was dragged out by Yi Jixiang, he didn’t try to stop it.

He couldn’t even protect himself at this point. Why stick his neck out for others?

Yi An’an, however, fiercely grabbed Yi Jixiang’s face, and amid her scream, quickly pulled over some clothes nearby to cover herself. Then she threw herself in front of Zhan Nanhui, shielding him with her body.

“We truly love each other! We’ve been together for a long time! We’re going to get married! If you try to separate us, I’ll report you to the commune for violating the freedom of marriage!”

Yi An’an clung tightly to Zhan Nanhui, using her frail body to shield him. Though she looked disheveled, her eyes were resolute.

No matter what, today she had to save herself. Even if it meant losing her reputation, it was better than being defiled by Yan Dabao!

Zhan Nanhui frowned slightly and looked down at the woman standing protectively in front of him.

Who said he was going to marry her?

Yi An’an’s declaration stunned the angry men wielding tools.

The village flower wanted to marry a class enemy living in a pigsty?

Yi Jixiang, though scratched on the face, looked thrilled. Great! Yi An’an was finally going to get married—and to a class enemy living in filth. That meant the job at the supply and marketing cooperative and the title of village flower would be hers!

Yan Dabao stomped his feet in frustration, tugging at his mother’s sleeve and shouting, “Mom! I want her! I want her! She can’t marry anyone else!”

Yi An’an held tightly onto Zhan Nanhui, looked back provocatively at Yan Dabao, and said, “We’ve been truly in love for a long time, and we’ve already been together. I’m even pregnant with his child—do you still want me like this?”

Yan Dabao froze, his face turning ashen!

Madam Yan was stunned for a moment. Then, spotting Madam Yi and Yi Daping approaching, she charged up, grabbed Madam Yi by the neck, and shouted, “You second-married jinx! You dared claim Yi An’an was a pure girl? Look at her now—she’s pregnant! And you still had the nerve to take 200 yuan in betrothal gifts? Do you think we’re that easy to fool?”

Madam Yi and Yi Daping had been at home happily counting money. When they heard Yi An’an had run off, they rushed over—only to find Yi An’an half-naked, clinging to a class enemy, surrounded by the entire village watching the spectacle.

“That’s impossible! My An’an is pure, she couldn’t have…” Madam Yi faltered halfway through her sentence. In this situation, who would still believe Yi An’an was innocent?

“I’ll beat you to death, you disgraceful girl! How could you do something like this!” Madam Yi cried, reaching out to hit her.

“Go ahead and beat me! Even if you beat me to death, I still love him! I want to be with him!” Yi An’an clung to Zhan Nanhui’s narrow waist, pressing her face against his chest. She looked up at him with pleading and guilt in her eyes.

She hadn’t meant to drag him into this, but if she didn’t change her fate from her past life, this was the only way!

Zhan Nanhui remained cold and expressionless as he stood in the water trough. He looked down at Yi An’an and calmly said, “I have nothing to do with this woman. She ran in and clung to me. Nothing happened between us.”

Yi An’an was stunned. After everything she’d said, after practically begging him—he disassociated himself that cleanly?

As soon as he spoke, Madam Yi jumped up. “See? My daughter’s still innocent! He said nothing happened!”

The villagers looked at Madam Yi with contempt.

The two of them had been naked, embracing each other—and she still wanted to argue innocence? No one would believe it!

Madam Yan’s face turned red with anger. She pointed at Madam Yi and yelled, “Give back the money! The full 200 yuan, not a cent less! Plus 30 yuan in damages!”

Madam Yi’s face went pale. They’d already spent the 30-yuan deposit, and even the 200 yuan was gone—let alone adding another 30!

“In-law, don’t be mad. My daughter really is innocent. Even that class enemy said he didn’t touch her! How about this—we verify it on the spot?” Madam Yi shouted.

She was desperate to avoid repaying the money.

Yi An’an’s face twitched in rage. What a great mother she had!

“Fine! Let Dabao check! If she’s a virgin, we won’t take the money back. If she’s not, we want the full sum—but we’ll waive the 30 yuan,” Madam Yan said, noticing how her son kept eyeing Yi An’an’s thighs.

Such a filthy woman couldn’t marry into the family—but could still be used for a little fun.

Madam Yi immediately agreed, shamelessly declaring, “I know my daughter is pure! I’m confident!”

The villagers all stood around to enjoy the show.

Yi An’an hadn’t expected people could be so shameless. Then again, in her past life, when her daughter fell gravely ill, she went from one end of the village to the other begging for help, but no one lifted a finger. Meanwhile, her husband was joyriding with a female educated youth on the village’s only tractor.

Her daughter eventually died, and Yi An’an hated the village to her core. That fire she started… it had been worth it.

She clenched her fists and straightened her back. Today, even if she died here, she wouldn’t let Yan Dabao succeed.

The woman clung to Zhan Nanhui, her body trembling slightly.

The reaction seemed genuine.

At first, Zhan Nanhui thought Yi An’an had been sent by someone—barging in, claiming she wanted to marry him.

If he married a village woman, he’d never be able to leave this place.

But now, seeing her trembling with fear, yet her eyes filled with determination, Zhan Nanhui started to think—this woman might not be acting.

Still, after all he had been through, Zhan Nanhui wasn’t one to trust easily.

He didn’t believe a woman this good could truly fall for a disfigured class enemy like him.