Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 176 - 175 How Can This Be Called Lying?

Chapter 176: Chapter 175 How Can This Be Called Lying?

"Grandpa!"

Niuwa hugged Uncle Niu’s legs, tears streaming down one after another.

Uncle Niu was stunned for a long while, and finally realized that this was not a dream.

He looked at Niuwa, who was thinner than before, wearing old clothes, likely picked up from someone else’s wardrobe.

The only thing that comforted Uncle Niu was that the little guy’s face and body were clean, not appearing to have suffered much.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and trembled as he reached out toward Niuwa...

Then, he pushed him away.

Caught off guard, Niuwa fell on his butt. His hands supported him on the ground, leaving behind trails of blood.

He looked up at his grandfather, bewildered and at a loss.

Uncle Niu’s eyebrows twitched, showing a disgusted expression.

He clenched his fists tightly, held onto his trembling fingers, and hid his hands behind him.

"What are you here for?" Uncle Niu said coldly, a sneer appearing on his lips, "What? You think after making me serve like a dog for years, and now that I’m down on my luck, you come to gloat?"

Niuwa was confused, with big eyes teary and dropping rapidly.

Feng Wei was also dumbfounded; he knew the truth, that the old man would give his life for his grandson, so why would he say such things upon seeing him?

Uncle Niu licked his lips and suddenly pointed at Niuwa’s nose, shouting, "Don’t think because I’m in trouble you little scamp can show off. No matter how useless I am, it’s not your place to mock!"

"Get out of here!"

As he spoke, he even kicked Niuwa.

He aimed for the thigh with a lot of force, but missed, only grazing Niuwa with his toe.

After kicking, he turned and walked back, cursing under his breath.

Niuwa saw his grandfather’s back again and couldn’t hold back, bursting into tears.

"Grandpa... Grandpa!"

He clumsily got up, disregarding his newly changed clean clothes, covered in dust as he chased after Uncle Niu.

He had prepared for several days, had so much to say to his grandfather, wanted to tell him that he could survive by working, wanted to say he would wait for his grandfather to come home...

He wanted to tell him that he learned how to make dumplings from Aunt He, even though they didn’t look very good.

But Uncle Niu seemed to ignore Niuwa’s crying and walked away resolutely.

Feng Wei finally got a sense of what was happening.

He glanced at the person wearing the red sleeve behind the door, quickly caught up, and intercepted Niuwa.

The little guy couldn’t think much at the moment, just wanted to chase after his grandfather, squirming to break free from Feng Wei’s grip.

Feng Wei simply picked him up, patted his little bottom not too gently, and said with a stern look, "Stop it! Forgot what your Sister Lin told you? Be obedient!"

Niuwa pouted, his shoulders trembling.

Why would grandpa push him away? Why would grandpa call him a dog? He couldn’t understand.

Feng Wei whispered, "Don’t talk."

Then he looked up and called out to Uncle Niu, "Old Man Niu, wait a moment!"

Uncle Niu stopped and turned back, looking at him with furrowed brows.

Holding Niuwa in one arm, Feng Wei walked up to Uncle Niu, handed him a bundle and said loudly, "Here, this is the reward the police station gave you for your last good deed."

Hearing Feng Wei say this, the Red Sleeve gave Uncle Niu a softer look.

Uncle Niu frowned, hesitant to accept what Feng Wei was offering and afraid to take it.

Feng Wei pushed forward again: "Take it, do you think it’s too little?"

"No, no, no." Uncle Niu quickly took it, glancing unconsciously at Niuwa.

Feng Wei thought he suspected that these items were bought by Niuwa.

He felt that he should explain, but didn’t know how to say it.

His limited intelligence had been exhausted earlier.

After pondering for a long time, all Feng Wei could say was: "Reform well, and if there’s any difficulty, just let me know."

Uncle Niu, clutching the bundle, bowed and nodded.

He cautiously controlled his gaze, seemingly looking at Feng Wei, but actually, his peripheral vision was all on Niuwa.

The little rascal had finished crying and was blown by the wind, probably going to catch a cold.

Uncle Niu thought.

But he couldn’t say it out loud.

Feng Wei walked away holding Niuwa, he needed to quickly hand the little guy over to Sister Lin, he was no good at soothing children.

Just as he saw the prison gates, Feng Wei froze.

"...That’s exactly it, if he hadn’t been educated here, how could he have reformed so well? Brother Li, you are a real man, I won’t lie to you, just the last incident, if Old Man Niu hadn’t helped to cover it up, our colleagues in the provincial city might have been sacrificed!"

At the entrance, Lin Nianhe was holding a handful of sunflower seeds, chatting with the guard.

It was rare to see, the usually stern, cold, and aloof prison guard was actually cracking seeds and chatting with her.

Feng Wei slapped his head.

Was he dreaming?

"Right, it’s good that he could help you, that’s some contribution, not rotten to the core." Brother Li’s corners of his mouth turned up, quite proud.

"That’s right, by the way, Brother Li, you know Uncle Sun... Brigade Commander Sun from the provincial city, right?" Lin Nianhe lowered her voice mysteriously.

"I know, I definitely know." Brother Li nodded, standing a bit straighter in a show of respect, not even eating the sunflower seeds in his hand.

Brigade Commander Sun... he actually didn’t know.

He was just a prison gatekeeper, how could he possibly know the name of the military leader in the provincial city?

But he couldn’t admit that, could he? Saying he didn’t know would be too embarrassing.

Lin Nianhe nodded, covered her mouth with one hand and whispered: "Uncle Sun said, Old Man Niu is somewhat important, he might be useful in the future, we absolutely can’t let him get sick and die, that would bring danger to our comrades at the front!"

What Lin Nianhe said wasn’t entirely fabrication, if Bai Bo sent someone again and found that Uncle Niu had died, who knows what they might suspect.

Brother Li understood, and asked in an equally quiet voice: "Does that mean special care is needed? Even without approval..."

Lin Nianhe stared with wide eyes, shaking her head repeatedly: "Not at all, Brigade Commander Sun didn’t give any such orders, just follow the rules."

When others lie, they tend to mix truth with falsehood, making the lie sound believable and hard to debunk.

Lin Nianhe... Lin Nianhe wasn’t exactly lying, she was just playing a word game.

She was very careful with titles. She didn’t say "Uncle Sun" was "Brigade Commander Sun." There are many people surnamed Sun across the country, there might be only one Brigade Commander Sun in the provincial city, but there could be many Uncle Suns.

As for what Brother Li thinks... that’s beyond her control.

Brother Li pondered for a moment, feeling that he grasped the key point.

His eyes flashed with an "I understand" look, and he said: "Comrade Lin, you don’t need to worry too much, we have a health clinic here, nothing will happen."

Lin Nianhe slowly hummed an acknowledgment, then solemnly affirmed:

"Brother Li, your future is promising."