Chapter 9: Kind Words Fail to Sway a Damned Soul

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Perhaps it was said that Gu Shuchen was physically weak. Rural women who had spent decades working the fields possessed terrifying strength; Zhang Caifeng easily pushed Gu Shuchen, causing him to stagger.

“Son, tell me, what do you want to do? Your mother will agree to anything!”

A cold shadow flickered in Gu Shuchen’s eyes. “I’m not willing. That wretched woman will never leave here unscathed!”

“Son, what do you mean?” Zhang Caifeng’s heart trembled fiercely.

On the day Lu Youyou was sent to the countryside, the commune’s propaganda officer had followed along. Zhang Caifeng remembered the scene clearly. If that little jade trotted into the Gu family, as a mother-in-law she wasn’t afraid of tormenting a daughter-in-law, but Lu Youyou was about to join the army, so Zhang Caifeng dared not make any drastic moves.

Otherwise, with so many people “visiting for a chat” these days, she couldn’t just grit her teeth and accept it.

“What about that medicine from before?”

Zhang Caifeng’s eyelids twitched wildly. “What medicine?”

“Both kinds!”

Silence, mostly filled with shock.

Zhang Caifeng’s hand trembled slightly, and her heart began to pound. “You want to... drug her?”

Doing something like this once was terrifying; twice was unimaginable. Moreover, Lu Youyou was clearly not as easy to control as before.

“If I don’t get this revenge, I can’t live!”

A man truly cannot be helpless; if he can’t stand from the waist down, and his mind above the neck might be twisted—Gu Shuchen was tormented to the brink of madness by this.

Zhang Caifeng sighed repeatedly; her son’s suffering was bitter, but as a mother, hers was even more so.

Or perhaps she should just grant his wish?

Administer both medicines at once; when Lu Youyou wakes, she may not even know what happened. Even if she does, she won’t find anyone and will have to accept her misfortune.

Another day of dawdling work ended, and Lu Youyou dragged her unbearably heavy feet home.

Even before becoming a military wife, she already felt the pain of one—when someone truly disappears, they vanish without a trace.

That damned Gu Qingye, a man of his word he was not; a so-called tough guy who broke his promises—a scoundrel!

Lu Youyou hung her head low and kicked a small stone straight ahead.

“Ouch!”

The dry voice was like a hand saw being pulled; Lu Youyou was startled.

Hmm? Another scoundrel?

Gu Shuchen’s face twisted in pain as he clutched his chest like a eunuch holding his heart.

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But Lu Youyou dared not relax; beside them was the cornfield, a notorious spot for accidents in these times.

Glancing sideways at the empty surroundings, Lu Youyou quickened her pace.

“Wait!”

“Gu Qingye has something for you, don’t you want it? I’m offering it kindly—why run?”

What a tired old trick! Brother, even pyramid schemes wouldn’t recruit you with words like that!

Gu Shuchen, furious, reached out to grab her.

Suddenly, Lu Youyou caught a familiar scent—just like the day she time-traveled.

She had noticed in recent days that her senses had sharpened immensely, and her memory was almost photographic.

It was the scent of narcotics and aphrodisiacs; she instantly understood Gu Shuchen’s plan.

With swift agility, she spun around and sprayed a sedative mist right into Gu Shuchen’s face.

In her villa, she kept a room stocked with anti-rape tools, arranged by her family—from sedatives to stun batons, everything was there.

Lu Youyou kicked hard, then seeing Gu Shuchen collapse without reaction, she delivered two more kicks.

What kind of biased family was the Gu household that they so disregarded Gu Qingye; failing to secure his seed, they even sought to harm his fiancée.

Cornfields to the left, a river to the right, Lu Youyou dragged the scoundrel toward the water without hesitation.

Just feeding mosquitoes would be too cheap for him—he deserved a chilling, lingering illness.

Though gaunt as a stalk of straw, Gu Shuchen was still a grown man; dragging him on the ground took considerable effort.

Having soaked him head to toe, Lu Youyou was thoroughly exhausted; if not for fear of causing a fatality, she might have just thrown him in.

As she returned to the path, she saw Sun Pan’er, her face twisted with fury as if catching an adulterer, rushing at her to strike.

“Did Gu Shuchen come looking for you? Where is he?”

Half an hour ago, she’d seen Gu Shuchen waiting by the roadside and learned he was looking for Lu Youyou. Unable to bear it, she came searching.

Lu Youyou, of course, wouldn’t let her get close; faced with the almost deranged Sun Pan’er, she hesitated to speak.

But Sun Pan’er’s eyes blazed with jealousy as she snarled, “I heard you’re joining the army—then hurry and go! Stay far away from the man you’re leaving behind!”

Lu Youyou’s expression was complicated. “Is Gu Shuchen really so good?”

“Hmph, if he’s no good, why do you rush to the Gu family? If you’ve changed your mind and fancy someone else, you can’t just sabotage someone else’s good match!”

Words failed to persuade the damned ghost.

Lu Youyou pointed aside. “He went toward the river.”

Sun Pan’er glared fiercely and sprinted toward the riverbank.

Lu Youyou returned to the village youth dormitory; Sun Pan’er didn’t come back for dinner. Only when the commotion outside began did she learn of the young woman’s remarkable deed.

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“Have you heard? Someone saw Sun Zhizhiqing and that comrade from the team leader’s family embracing!”

“That’s him! I saw it myself by the river—both were soaked through!”

“Did Sun Zhizhiqing fall into the water and get saved by the comrade?”

“No, it was a beauty rescuing a hero! Comrade Gu hasn’t woken yet; it was Comrade Sun who risked everything to pull him out!”

“How do you know?”

“She said it herself. Tsk tsk, summer clothes are thin, and with so many onlookers, she could only curl up entirely in Comrade Gu’s arms…”

“Hasn’t Sun Pan’er always fancied him? Saving one’s life demands a return of affection, right?”

…

Even prepared as she was, Lu Youyou was stunned by Sun Pan’er’s “bravery.”

Such determination—why not accomplish something herself instead of relying on a man, especially an utterly unreliable one?

Lu Youyou didn’t go to watch the spectacle; the less she was involved with the Gu family, the better.

What happened later, she heard from Wang Shuhui.

When the team leader’s family arrived, Gu Shuchen had just woken up. Sun Pan’er followed him home and poured out her complaints to the team leader, implying Gu Shuchen must take responsibility.

Zhang Caifeng’s heart pounded wildly; she wanted to pray to the Great Immortal.

Whenever Lu Youyou was involved, things went awry. Now Sun Pan’er was mixed in as well.

She listened anxiously to Sun Pan’er’s weeping, filled with doubt and fear, but luckily no scandal erupted.

Zhang Caifeng entered the room carrying a bowl of medicine, staring anxiously at her son’s tightly shut eyes.

“Shuchen, what exactly happened? And what about that Sun Pan’er—what’s going on?”

Gu Shuchen trembled with anger. What could he say?

Before closing his eyes was Lu Youyou; upon opening them, it was Sun Pan’er. Beyond that, he remembered nothing!

“Son, drink your medicine first. You mustn’t catch cold.”

But these words ignited Gu Shuchen’s fury.

“My body? What about my body?”

He swatted the bowl away, but suddenly a sharp pain overwhelmed him. He collapsed back onto the bed, wailing like a tortured soul.

Only then did he realize his body was covered in wounds, blood flowing profusely—a truly miserable sight.