Chapter 44 Song Yiyi still has such fighting power

Gu Chengze was meticulous — Song Yiyi knew that. She didn’t expect Cen Yue to actually take the initiative to greet her as well. Song Yiyi decided she could let her eldest brother have a bit of the chicken hot pot.

The regimental headquarters was unusually quiet today. As Song Yiyi walked over, she only passed a few soldiers in a hurry. They didn’t even notice her, their faces tense, as they quickly walked past.

She went straight to Gu Chengze’s office.

Turning the corner, she saw a scene she would never forget.

On the concrete ground in front of the headquarters office, a man was kneeling perfectly straight. From behind, she could see his bare upper body — broad shoulders, narrow waist, firm, smooth muscles. If one ignored the stern elderly man beside him holding a whip, and the shocking whip marks crisscrossing his back, it would have been a pleasing sight.

The elderly man, hair streaked with gray, had a sharp gaze; his dark eyes stared heavily at the man on the ground.

“Do you admit your mistake?!” His voice was full of imposing authority, the air around them seeming to freeze.

The few people standing nearby didn’t even dare to breathe.

The kneeling man’s voice was slightly hoarse and low, but firm in tone: “No.”

Smack!

The whip in the old man’s hand landed on his back without hesitation. In moments, his back was covered in overlapping wounds, fresh blood seeping out.

Song Yiyi’s pupils contracted. Judging from the voice, she recognized the kneeling man — it was Cen Yue.

Before she could make sense of the situation, a large hand reached from behind and covered her eyes.

“Don’t talk. Come with me.” It was Gu Chengze’s voice.

Song Yiyi nodded lightly. She hadn’t expected to see something like this, and she instinctively obeyed the person she trusted most.

Gu Chengze led her to the back of the office and stopped.

“Big brother, I came to bring you food.” Song Yiyi held up the net bag containing the lunch box.

Gu Chengze’s usually gentle face was not smiling at the moment, but his tone remained mild: “Alright, I’ll walk you out.”

“Okay.” Song Yiyi was ready to follow him out.

Gu Chengze looked down at her and asked, “You’re not going to ask anything?”

He had thought she would be curious about what had happened.

Song Yiyi tilted her face up, her eyes clear and bright. “If I ask, will it change anything?”

In fact, she had already guessed. In the book, Cen Bowen was the male lead, and there was a brief introduction about his family situation. His political commissar uncle served in the same unit, but Cen Bowen and Cen Yue were only three years apart in age. This meant Cen Yue was the old commander’s son from late in life.

Who could publicly beat Cen Yue in the military district, and in front of so many people? First, she ruled out superior officers — because Cen Yue was a political commissar, and even if he made a mistake, he wouldn’t be physically punished. That left only his own father, the old commander.

As for the reason, she could more or less guess: most likely related to Cen Bowen’s recent disciplinary action. That day, Cen’s mother had shouted at the dinner table, “Let the old man uphold justice.”

“Brother, will Commissar Cen get into trouble?” Song Yiyi asked softly.

Gu Chengze looked at her with gentle eyes, speaking in a warm tone: “No.”

But in truth, he was uneasy. This time Cen Yue had helped their family, offending Cen Lao’er’s entire household. That family was notoriously vengeful. Military regulations couldn’t restrain family punishment. Even before the old commander had taken action, Gu Chengze had stepped forward and blocked him with, “I’ll discipline my own son.” But the old commander was his superior — the commander — and Gu Chengze was his subordinate, with no right to say “no.”

“Yiyi, you should head back. I’ll go check on things again,” Gu Chengze said, patting her shoulder. “Mom and Dad are home. Stay in the compound these days. When things quiet down, I’ll come visit you.”

Song Yiyi nodded obediently. “Alright.”

She turned to leave, but before she could step out, a sharp voice barked: “Stop!”

The voice was shrill and piercing.

Gu Chengze reacted quickly, shielding Song Yiyi behind him. Facing the source — Cen’s mother — he said coldly, “Auntie, this is a military district.”

But Cen’s mother was completely unmoved. She continued to shout loudly, “You little slut, I was just about to come find you, and you delivered yourself! Perfect, come with me!”

She made a move to grab Song Yiyi.

Gu Chengze blocked her in one swift motion.

Cen’s mother was also angry at Gu Chengze. She had gone to the old commander to complain, but the old man had only punished Cen Yue, treating Gu Chengze lightly. Her precious Wenwen had taken quite a few punches from Gu Chengze!

Cen’s mother went straight for him with her nails, scratching as she ranted, “No one is leaving today! You must apologize to my Wenwen! You shameless people — you beat my Wenwen and even made him write some damn apology letter! Why should he apologize? He did nothing wrong! It’s all your fault!”

Song Yiyi saw Gu Chengze’s arm already marked with several bloody scratches.

Because Cen’s mother was a woman and an elder, Gu Chengze, out of upbringing, did nothing beyond blocking and pushing her away.

Song Yiyi couldn’t bear it any longer.

Rolling up her sleeves in two or three moves, she stepped out from behind Gu Chengze, grabbed Cen’s mother’s hair, and yanked with all her strength.

She put her full effort into dragging Cen’s mother away from him. The bloody scratches had pushed her over the edge.

With a hard pull—

“Ahhhhhh!” Cen’s mother screamed like a slaughtered pig.

Song Yiyi ripped out a handful of her hair, let go, then reached forward to pinch her.

She didn’t say a word—just grabbed Cen’s mother’s flesh and twisted it around in circles. Cen’s mother screamed in pain, trying to grab Song Yiyi back. But Song Yiyi was taller, and today she had her hair tied up in a neat high ponytail, so Cen’s mother just grabbed at empty air.

“Help! Help! Someone’s killing me! Ugh…” Cen’s mother couldn’t win, so she started yelling loudly.

Song Yiyi grabbed the corner of Cen’s mother’s clothes and stuffed it into her mouth, then covered her mouth with her hand.

Gu Chengze was stunned for a second and wanted to step in to help, but saw that Song Yiyi wasn’t losing. Moreover… Cen’s mother’s clothes had been lifted up by Song Yiyi. It was midsummer, and Cen’s mother was barely wearing anything underneath—her pale skin swinging around, practically indecent.

Gu Chengze had no idea Song Yiyi still had such fighting ability. Before she was fifteen, it would have made sense. But after fifteen, Song Yiyi had been well-behaved for five years.

The huge fight between the two women continued. Song Yiyi only hit, never saying a word to explain.

Actually, Song Yiyi was very protective. Just now, seeing the wounds on Gu Chengze’s arm made her inexplicably furious. It made her angrier than if the injury had been on herself. She was especially ruthless.

Cen’s mother wailed loudly in pain.

Soon, the screams reached the front yard of the regimental headquarters office.

Old Commander Cen, exhausted from whipping, was panting and about to speak when he frowned at the noise. “What’s going on?”

Someone nearby immediately responded, “Commander, the noise is coming from behind the building. I’ll go check!”

The old commander waved his hand, and the person immediately left.

Soon, that person hurried back, saluted, and reported, “Report, Commander—there’s a fight!”