Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 135 - 134 The Forgotten Uncle Niu

Chapter 135: Chapter 134 The Forgotten Uncle Niu

The elderly in Lan County all knew that their former police station chief was injured years ago while capturing enemy agents, and since then his trouser legs have been empty; he could no longer be on the front lines.

The old station chief could have continued as chief or chosen to go to a sanatorium for convalescence. But he refused both, moving the few belongings he had into the little gatehouse of the police station, and turned from chief to gatekeeper.

He watched the young lads come and go, saw one criminal after another being arrested and brought to justice.

But he always had a stern face; hardly anyone saw him smile. Although he was already in his sixties, he never let anyone call him "grandpa." If they had to, he would rather they call him "Uncle Liu."

Many young comrades found it hard to say, preferring to just call him "comrade."

For a long time, only that girl who appeared at dawn would readily call him uncle, with such a natural air that for a time Comrade Old Liu actually thought he was still young.

For a long time, for a very long time, only she was willing to chat idly with this dry and serious old man.

Later on, she even brought him a package of tea leaves.

It seemed like she didn’t know his status.

Or maybe she did, anyway, he didn’t mind.

At the entrance of the police station, Liu Jianjun bent over, furrowing his brows as he looked at Uncle Liu through the small window of the gatehouse.

"Dad, what are you doing? I’m working on a case here."

Uncle Liu took a sip of his tea and smacked his lips, glancing at him coolly: "You’re working on the case and ended up on the victim?"

"No, dad, that Lin Nianhe definitely has issues," Liu Jianjun affirmed, "How can a young girl come out unharmed? Besides, who doesn’t know what kind of person Su Yuncheng is? Even if she was his girlfriend, she couldn’t possibly threaten him..."

"Enough!"

Uncle Liu interrupted him impatiently: "Don’t think I don’t know what you’re daydreaming about every day. Isn’t it just that Xiao Su is in your way? Jianjun, one should employ strategies when getting things done, but not resort to any means necessary."

The frustration on Liu Jianjun’s face slowly faded away, a fleeting shadow of annoyance in his eyes.

He concealed his thoughts and said with the resignation of accepting his fate, "Dad, I’ve worked myself to the bone for ten years to get to the position of team leader, and just because of his old man, he’s put on the same level as me, I..."

"You’re not convinced, you’re angry, if you’ve got the ability then go level the borders."

"Internal strife? To use a young girl as a target for internal strife? You sure are becoming more capable."

Uncle Liu glanced at Liu Jianjun with a sidelong look, "How did I end up with a thing like you."

Listening to his father’s scolding, Liu Jianjun slowly straightened up.

Suddenly, he laughed, his smile full of irony: "Right, I can’t match your high level of conscience, otherwise how could my mother have possibly died..."

"Shut up!"

A porcelain teacup flew out of the small window, hitting Liu Jianjun on the head, brown tea spilled all over him, and the softened tea leaves lay atop his cap badge.

Liu Jianjun could have dodged, but he didn’t move. After taking the hit, he even caught the teacup.

The tea diluted the bloodstains, he casually wiped his face and placed the porcelain cup on the table.

Then, he turned and left.

He saw the shocked expressions of his colleagues, and also the indifference in their eyes.

He said nothing, including the one thing he had always wanted to ask his father—

Don’t you want to avenge my mother?

...

Because of the commotion caused by Liu Jianjun, Lin Nianhe was discharged from the hospital.

It was a blessing in disguise.

After sending them back, Su Yuncheng settled Lin Nianhe and said, "Don’t be angry, Uncle Liu has his own difficulties."

Lin Nianhe, who was thinking about how to get back at them, furrowed her brows in confusion: "Hmm?"

"His mother died at the hands of enemy agents because..." Su Yuncheng frowned slightly, looking at Lin Nianhe, "because they tried to use his mother to coerce the old station chief into giving up the pursuit."

Lin Nianhe’s slight annoyance dispersed, and she nodded: "So that’s why he’s so sensitive about this?"

"Yes." Yuncheng nodded, thought for a moment, and rubbed her little head, "Don’t hold it against him."

This affectionate gesture is becoming more and more natural for him.

And her little head is so soft, very pleasant to caress.

"I understand now."

Lin Nianhe felt somewhat choked up inside; she even selectively ignored the other implications within Su Yuncheng’s affirmative response.

After a moment of silence, she asked him, "So the old station chief didn’t comply?"

"He watched as she was stabbed over a dozen times, then personally shot her, sending her off."

Lin Nianhe slightly bowed her head, breathing heavily.

She couldn’t help but think, if it had been her yesterday, what would Su Yuncheng have done.

"That... um..."

After a long pause, Lin Nianhe bit her lip, looked up at Su Yuncheng, and forced a smile.

"If one day, it’s my turn... don’t wait until I’ve been stabbed over a dozen times before you act, and don’t aim at my head..."

She pressed her left chest, feeling her heartbeat, and said with a smile, "Aim for the heart, and remember to make me look presentable."

Her tone was lighthearted, but it concealed a tremor of fear.

Su Yuncheng watched her and suddenly reached out to grab her wrist, pulling her into his embrace.

He held her awkwardly, with great force.

"Even if that day comes, I’ll be able to save you."

He said.

"Okay."

"I believe you."

Lin Nianhe nodded lightly.

In this era, she had seen more warmth than scheming, and now suddenly being told that the price of peace and innocence was the lives and blood of strangers left her temporarily unable to accept it.

It wasn’t fear, but more a feeling of discomfort.

Lin Nianhe was considering whether to respond to this hug.

After all, it was Comrade Xiao Su’s first time initiating, and it seemed inappropriate for her not to respond...

Just as her hand started to lift, Su Yuncheng let her go.

His ears were a bit red, and he avoided her gaze, saying, "I’ll be quite busy recently, so just stay at the work team, don’t go out alone, and don’t go to town. Once this is settled, and the primary school teachers’ examination is over... I’ll take you to the provincial city."

"Okay, good." Lin Nianhe nodded lightly, then asked about something that currently piqued her curiosity, "By the way, can you tell me how Uncle Niu’s case will be judged?"

Lin Nianhe wasn’t sure whether Uncle Niu should be considered an accomplice or a victim. From their conversation, it wasn’t hard for her to deduce that in the eyes of those people, Uncle Niu was merely someone convenient for transport.

"Uncle Niu? Who?"

Lin Nianhe never expected Su Yuncheng to be so puzzled.

She blinked and said weakly, "The Uncle Niu from Nine-Miles Team who drives the cart, he was the one who took me to town yesterday... Didn’t I tell you?"

Lin Nianhe tried to recall.

Maybe, it seems, indeed she had never mentioned Uncle Niu...

Can she say she was out of her mind at that time?

Su Yuncheng’s eyes darkened, asking her, "What does this person you’re talking about look like?"

"Just an old man, over fifty, very thin, doesn’t seem very healthy, very ordinary-looking, always wearing a black coat with a patch on the chest that looks like a pocket."

Listening to her description, an image gradually formed in Su Yuncheng’s mind.

However, he quickly confirmed—

He had not captured this man yesterday.