The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s
Chapter 237 - 200: Storm on the Horizon

Chapter 237: Chapter 200: Storm on the Horizon

"Right, Mr. Xu, there is something I think I should tell you." Lan Tian opened the door, suddenly turned around to look at Mr. Xu, who did not expect the young girl to say anything good. From the half-day’s questioning, it was clear that the girl was decisive and not one to suffer losses.

"I studied at Jingli First Middle School, and my grades seemed to be the best in my age group, I can’t remember very clearly because I don’t pay much attention to those things. If Mr. Xu’s daughter also attends Jingli First Middle School, you can ask her when you go back, she should know better than I do. I was directly promoted to university as the top student with a full scholarship; this was a promise made by the principal, and I have already accepted it. Thank you very much for your kindness, even though it was not well-intentioned."

Lan Tian waved her hand and left nonchalantly, leaving Mr. Xu and Mr. Xiao Yang looking at each other in bewilderment. Later that night, Mr. Xu sat in his study for a long time, called his daughter and asked her if she knew a student named Lan Tian. Indeed, his daughter was well aware, recounting all of Lan Tian’s great achievements at school. Of course, Lan Tian didn’t know any of this.

"Sister-in-law, let me take you back to the military base." Su Qing leapt out from the battalion commander’s office, his eyes sparkling brightly as he looked at Lan Tian, having witnessed her performance just now. The camp commander is formidable, and his wife even more so. His admiration for Lan Tian just reached a new level, like the endless flowing of a mighty river.

Zhang Tian and a few others followed, Wei nodded at Lan Tian, and she nodded slightly in return, then turned to Su Qing and said, "Alright."

Lan Tian returned to the camp, continuing her days as a ’rice bug,’ sleeping until she naturally woke up, then getting up for breakfast, practicing a set of fist-fighting techniques, having tea and reading books at noon, practicing the Cleansing Heart Technique in the afternoon, and listening to the gossip brought by Tian Xianghua. The day went by.

The news of Mo Junhua being taken away by higher-ups spread in the camp the next day, fueled by certain people’s instigation, and the rumors turned into accusations of Mo Junhua committing treason.

Ding Lei and Zhang Tian tried to stop the spread of these rumors with iron-fisted measures but failed. As a result, Lan Tian’s treatment in the building plummeted; military wives who used to greet her with a smile now passed by with their heads down.

When Tian Xianghua saw Lan Tian, she didn’t dare to come forward and greet her, only looking at her with concern. Lan Tian smiled and passed by; unaffected, her days continued as usual.

Ma Juanjuan, learning of Mo Junhua’s downfall, deliberately approached Lan Tian to find a sense of presence, gloating, "Humph, I heard Mo Junhua was convicted of treason, who would have thought! You can’t judge a book by its cover, such a seemingly honest person doing earth-shattering deeds that cost lives. With such a big crime, the military will definitely dismiss him, and you won’t be a military wife anymore, we don’t welcome you here."

Lan Tian curled her lips in irony, looking her up and down, "You still have the time to worry about others, your man’s heart has already wandered to another woman. You’d better spend more time caring about your own man, lest... haha."

That ’haha’ said it all, leaving Ma Juanjuan’s face drained of color, she bluffed a glare at Lan Tian and scurried away.

A week later, Mo Junhua returned, along with an order from the higher-ups that he could not leave Shanghai for now. The case of treason discovered by Li Hong, found by him, required him to stay in Shanghai awaiting the organization’s call, and the evidence against Li Hong also needed further investigation by the organization, which would take some time to conclude. Li Hong was temporarily detained in a prison for serious criminals, waiting for the final trial.

As Li Hong was apprehended, the relevant personnel he named were apprehended by special forces drawn from the military, with anyone having the slightest connection to treason, regardless of their position or family background, arrested without exception.

For a time, Shanghai was filled with cries of alarm and panic, and Mo Junhua, the man who caused all of this, was pushed to the forefront of the turmoil, becoming even more memorable to many.

...

"Girl, I’m back," Mo Junhua said as he entered and saw the person drinking tea in the living room, feeling warm inside. On the way, Su Qing had recounted everything that happened at the battalion headquarters that day, exactly as it happened. Knowing from Su Qing’s mouth that the girl believed in him, his excitement had not yet settled down.

Although he regretted not hearing it himself, his whole body was still boiling with excitement.

He stepped forward, cupped Lan Tian’s face, and kissed her several times. Lan Tian, unprepared for Mo Junhua’s loss of control and such an act, got caught off-guard, anger surged from her heart, and she swung a punch at Mo Junhua’s face.

"Bang."

Mo Junhua tumbled and then crashed into the wall behind, struggling to catch his breath.

"Are you sick?" Lan Tian jumped over, grabbed Mo Junhua’s collar, and started slapping him from side to side, "You know, I’ve been disliking you for a long time, and wanting to beat you up too."

Mo Junhua, his handsome face now resembling a pig’s head, still smiled heartily, clinging to Lan Tian’s waist and not letting go, "Girl, I’m very happy."

"You freak." Beaten like this and still happy, Lan Tian kicked him a few more times, "You haven’t bathed in days, you stink to death, let go, you want to suffocate me."

During the week he was taken away, the interrogation team took turns questioning him without giving him any rest. They asked one tricky question after another, then repeated them to see if his answers to the same questions were inconsistent.

Unfortunately for them, they had miscalculated. Mo Junhua’s memory was extraordinary, no matter how they asked, his answers remained the same. He was buying time those three days, after handing over the materials to the battalion commander, he was betting on Mr. Mo’s influence in Shanghai, the battalion commander could certainly convince Mayor Wei. The outcome was quite evident, he bet correctly.