Chapter 18 Real-name Report Letter

“There’s someone dodging labor?” Hearing Song Baozhu’s report, the staff at the Youth Relocation Office immediately grew indignant.

“Comrade Song Baozhu, please write a formal signed report immediately. We’ll verify the contents you provide, and if it turns out to be true, our office will never turn a blind eye to this matter!”

“What will you do to punish her?” Song Baozhu’s eyes lit up.

“Of course, we’ll detain the person for education and then enforce mandatory relocation to the countryside for labor.”

“Great! She should be sent to the countryside and never be allowed to come back! This policy is wonderful!”

In her heart, Song Baozhu was wishing for even worse. Ideally, she wanted Song Youyou to be locked in prison, violated repeatedly by the inmates until she lost her dignity, then thrown into the countryside to be assaulted by local thugs, forced to do the hardest, filthiest, most exhausting work every day.

Serves her right for using her looks to seduce men!

By then, with her beauty ruined and her body wrecked by labor, even Wenqing-ge would be disgusted at the sight of her!

The more Song Baozhu imagined, the more thrilled she felt. She could barely contain her excitement and wished Song Youyou would be arrested on the spot. As a result, she exaggerated a lot when writing her report.

After finishing the lengthy complaint letter, she happily hummed a cheerful tune on her way back home.

“Damn, Baozhu, why are you so cheerful today?” Her mother was surprised. Just yesterday, her face was clouded with gloom, crying and saying she had been framed and had her wages docked. It had taken ages to calm her down—how had she suddenly cheered up?

“A good thing is about to happen, of course I’m happy.” Song Baozhu put down her satchel and walked over to the dinner table. Seeing today’s dishes included both fish and meat, she immediately began drooling.

So what if Song Youyou showed off her lunch? She was now a government official’s daughter. For the rest of her life, she’d have good food and a good life!

“Mom, how come we’re having such a feast today?” Although the Song family, being in politics, usually ate better than average, in these times of food scarcity, having both meat and fish on the same day was extremely rare.

“Well, it’s a lucky coincidence. A good thing is about to happen in our family, so I went out and bought some better food to celebrate early.”

“Wow, what’s the good news?”

“It’s your dad’s job. There’s a chance for a promotion,” her mother whispered in her ear, unable to hide her smile.

“Ah! Dad’s getting a promotion? Is he going to be the mayor?!”

Song Baozhu’s eyes widened with excitement, and her mouth couldn’t stop smiling.

“Shh, don’t say things like that out loud. What if someone hears?” Her father, who had just put down his newspaper, warned sternly. But people love compliments, and he wasn’t actually angry.

Her mother laughed and explained, “Not mayor just yet. Your dad is being considered for a promotion to deputy secretary of the municipal party committee. He’s already under organizational review—it looks promising.”

“Oh, I thought it was mayor already,” Song Baozhu said, her tone a bit disappointed.

Her mom chuckled, “Why do you think your dad would be promoted straight to mayor?”

“I just know it,” she huffed. “You’ll see. My dad will definitely become mayor, and I’ll be the mayor’s biological daughter!”

Her mother burst into laughter, “Haha! Let’s hope it’s as you say, my dear.”

Her father felt warm hearing those words, but still cautioned, “Didn’t I teach you to be cautious with your words?”

His wife gave him a light glare, “She’s just being hopeful! If you do become deputy secretary and get another chance later on, mayor’s not out of the question.”

Then she turned and gave Song Baozhu a proud once-over before looking back at her husband.

“You know what? Ever since Baozhu came home, good things keep happening. She must be a lucky star for this family!”

“Make sure no one else hears you say that.” Though her father said it calmly, he didn’t refute her words. After all, getting promoted had been his lifelong pursuit.

“Yes, yes, we’re just chatting as a family~” Her mother grinned. “Now stop reading the paper and come wash your hands for dinner.”

Since Song Baozhu returned, this was the first time the Song household had felt so festive. Laughter filled the air during dinner, and even the rice seemed more fragrant than usual.

After the meal, Song Baozhu decided to go visit He Wenqing. Seeing that there were still some meat leftovers, she packed them into a lunchbox and brought them with her.

When she arrived at the He household, they were eating dinner.

“Baozhu’s here?” Wenqing’s mother greeted her warmly. “Come join us.”

“I already ate at home,” Song Baozhu replied casually, stepping inside. “We had fish and meat today.”

At that, Wenqing’s mother’s movements paused slightly, and He Wenqing frowned.

Oblivious, Song Baozhu noticed their table only had pickled vegetables and sweet potato porridge, so she smugly set the lunchbox on the table.

“Wenqing-ge, I brought you some meat. You should eat it.”

“No need. I’m full,” He Wenqing replied coolly, a flicker of disdain flashing in his eyes.

His mother looked at the meat inside the box but said nothing and didn’t touch it either.

Song Baozhu was confused by their reactions.

Just then, from another room, He’s father, still bedridden from his injuries, called out, “Baozhu, you’re here?”

“Yes, Uncle He, I came to see you.”

Song Baozhu responded casually, then continued speaking to He Wenqing:
“Hurry and eat more meat. My dad’s about to be promoted to Deputy Party Secretary of the Standing Committee. We’re celebrating at home, so there’s plenty of food—way more than we can finish. You don’t have to worry that I won’t have enough to eat.”

“Your dad’s being promoted to Deputy Party Secretary of the Standing Committee?” He’s mother was taken aback, then immediately delighted.
“Wenqing, go take a walk with Baozhu. I’ll clean up the dishes myself,” she said cheerfully, quickly urging her son to accompany Song Baozhu.

Left with no choice, He Wenqing stepped outside and began walking with Song Baozhu around the neighborhood.

“Wenqing-ge~” Song Baozhu jogged up beside him and said sweetly, “After my dad gets promoted in a few days, let’s get married, okay?” Her tone was shy, with a hint of hopeful longing.

Her father was getting promoted, and Song Youyou—the thorn in her side—was about to be forcibly sent to the countryside. Soon, nothing would stand in the way of her living a good life.

He Wenqing suddenly paused. “Let’s talk about that later.”

“Hmph! ‘Talk about it later’? You’re so annoying! Fine, I won’t talk to you—I’ll just go tell your mom!” she pouted.

“Wait a second.”

“What? You’ve thought it through?” Song Baozhu turned back, her face lighting up with a smile.

“It’s not about that,” He Wenqing said, his brows furrowed. “Have you still not heard from Youyou? I’ve been to every place she might have gone, but I can’t find her anywhere.”

The smile froze on Song Baozhu’s face. “I don’t know, I don’t know! She’s just someone about to be forcibly sent to the countryside to be a peasant girl. How would I know anything about her?”

She stomped her foot angrily and turned to leave.

He Wenqing’s expression turned serious, and he immediately grabbed her arm.
“Forcibly sent to the countryside? What are you talking about?”

“Hah! Song Youyou doesn’t have a job, and she won’t go to the countryside willingly. That’s capitalist thinking at its worst!” Song Baozhu, completely worked up and forgetting to hide anything, said viciously,
“You should give up on ever seeing her again! I’ve already reported her. She’s going to be arrested and sent to some rural village for life—doing filthy, backbreaking labor every day!”