B5SB -Chapter 249 Forged Handwriting

The scar-faced young man leading them hadn’t expected Min Erhua to be so useless—she was quickly overpowered by Gu Yihan.

Seeing Gu Yihan fearlessly pressing Min against the desk and cutting her, he shouted sharply, “Comrade Gu, stop!”

Then he quickly stepped forward, reaching out to grab her arm.

Suddenly, he felt a chill down his back and instinctively withdrew his hand.

When he turned around, he met Lu Huailin’s gaze—wild and feral, fixed on him like a predator.

Seeing the scar-faced young man retreat, Lu Huailin cast him a cold, sharp glance, then turned to sit beside his wife, holding down her hands firmly while whispering, “Honey.”

Hearing Lu Huailin’s voice, Gu Yihan looked up at him in surprise.

The next moment, tears of grievance streamed down her face, chokingly saying, “They’re all bullying me!”

Sister Min, slashed multiple times, almost coughed up blood in anger at her words.

Her own wounds were still bleeding, her hands pinned down by Gu Yihan—how could she possibly be bullied?

When Factory Director Yang and Secretary Jiang arrived, they saw Lu Huailin extend a hand and pull Gu Yihan off Sister Min.

They immediately went to Sister Min’s side, directing Wang Guixiang behind them to help support her to her feet.

Meanwhile, Lu Huailin carefully took the utility knife from his wife’s hand.

Looking down at the marks on her neck, his heart twisted as if the wounds were embedded in his own chest.

He raised his hand to touch them but stopped mid-air, afraid of causing an infection, murmuring with concern, “Honey, does it hurt?”

Gu Yihan grasped his hand, lowered her head, and quietly said, “When I’m angry, I don’t feel the pain.”

Lu Huailin’s heart ached even more. He reached up to smooth her disheveled hair and pulled her into his embrace.

Gu Yihan gently pushed him away, lifted her head to look at him, and said with grievance, “It was the Revolutionary Committee people who told Sister Min—claiming I reported her last night at 8 PM in my own name.”

She had suffered this unjust calamity, and of course, the Revolutionary Committee would deliberately remain inactive.

Hearing this, Lu Huailin’s gaze turned as cold and sharp as a blade toward the leading Revolutionary Committee youth. “Reported her in your name?”

The scar-faced youth instinctively took a step back under that gaze.

He saw the murderous aura on Lu Huailin—a military man with many lives on his hands. He was not someone to offend.

Suppressing his fear, he explained, “We already compared handwriting with Secretary Jiang at the textile factory—it really is Comrade Gu’s name on the report.”

Lu Huailin’s eyes swept over Secretary Jiang, standing not far off, and he sneered coldly: “Handwriting can be faked.”

“My wife hasn’t left the family quarters since she came home yesterday.”

“Tell me, then, how could she have reported anyone?”

“Uh…”

The colleagues who came with the scar-faced youth hesitated, stammering under Lu Huailin’s pressure.

One, filled with self-righteousness, puffed out his chest and protested, “Who knows whether Comrade Gu went out in the middle of the night?”

At these words, Lu Huailin’s face instantly darkened. He released his wife’s hand and slowly approached the young man.

With a “thud,” the youth was hurled over Lu Huailin’s shoulder, landing sprawling on the ground.

Another colleague, seeing this, wanted to step forward and argue but was stopped by the scar-faced youth, who shook his head.

The three of them together were no match for Lu Huailin—better not to provoke him further.

The young man lay on the ground for a long while before regaining consciousness.

Director Yang rubbed his throbbing temples and approached Lu Huailin.

“Colonel Lu, Comrade Gu was injured at the textile factory. This is our responsibility,” he said with a smile.

“I’ll authorize a week off for her. Once her wounds have healed, she can return to work. Is that acceptable?”

Secretary Jiang, standing beside Director Yang, glanced at Gu Yihan, and a glint of sharp calculation flashed in his eyes.

Lu Huailin didn’t answer for his wife but went to her side instead.

In a low voice, he asked, “Honey, what do you think about Director Yang’s decision?”

Gu Yihan touched the marks on her neck from Sister Min’s cuts and looked up at Lu Huailin with a faint smile.

“I want Director Yang to find the person who forged my handwriting.”

Director Yang’s smile stiffened.

“No need,” Lu Huailin said meaningfully, glancing at Secretary Jiang. “This isn’t just a simple case of profiteering.”

“Whoever forged my wife’s handwriting—the military investigators will handle that.”

Turning to the scar-faced youth, he added coldly, “But my wife’s grievance cannot go unanswered.”

If it weren’t for the uneasy feeling he had this morning, sensing something bad would happen, he wouldn’t have come to the textile factory to check. If he hadn’t come, his wife would have been bullied without any way to fight back.

Thinking this, Lu Huailin’s expression darkened, and his gaze at the scar-faced youth became even more piercing.

The scar-faced youth cautiously observed Lu Huailin from the corner of his eye. Seeing his grim expression, he instructed his colleagues to first help the fallen Revolutionary Committee youth to his feet.

Then he turned to Gu Yihan and bowed deeply. “Comrade Gu, I’m sorry. This time we didn’t think it through and caused you trouble.”

Gu Yihan didn’t even look at him and said, “A casual apology can erase the malice you deliberately allowed?”

She wasn’t stupid—she could clearly see that the scar-faced youth had acted intentionally, and she would not forgive him.

If there were a chance, she would have wished him to face the consequences himself.

“Let’s go home,” Gu Yihan tugged at Lu Huailin’s sleeve, whispering.

At that moment, He Shengli arrived, leading two soldiers, panting. Seeing Gu Yihan unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief and greeted, “Sister-in-law, Colonel.”

Gu Yihan looked at him in surprise, nodded with a smile, and said nothing.

Lu Huailin instructed He Shengli, “Escort Comrade Min away.”

He Shengli immediately went to the fainting, bleeding Sister Min and ordered the two soldiers behind him to take her away.

Holding his wife’s hand, Lu Huailin looked at the wounds on her neck and softly said, “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“No need,” Gu Yihan shook her head. “I don’t want to go. I can just put some iodine at home.”

Lu Huailin frowned, speaking softly, “I need a doctor to look at it to be at ease.”

Gu Yihan remained silent, tugging on his arm as they headed to where their bicycle was parked.

The colleagues of the scar-faced youth watched them leave and whispered, “Big brother, how can Min Erhua be taken away by the military?”

The scar-faced youth glared at him, “You gonna stop them?”

Then he walked over to Director Yang, greeted him, and turned to leave.

At this point, only Director Yang and Secretary Jiang remained outside the accounting office.

“Secretary Jiang, why did you do this?” a voice demanded.