People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

Chapter 270 Not asking for trouble

Pengfei stared intently at Zhendong, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

Zhendong has always been timid and fearful, and lacks assertiveness. Logically, he shouldn't dare to report his uncle.

If that possibility is ruled out, then the only mastermind behind it all is most likely the younger uncle. It must have been the younger uncle who came up with the idea and instructed Zhendong to write it.

Pengfei watched as Tu Nan patiently explained the problem to Zhen Dong. While they were focused on the problem, he quietly picked up another notebook that Zhen Dong had placed aside and walked out without saying a word.

"Uncle."

Zhuang Chaoying was sitting in a chair eating sunflower seeds when she heard Pengfei call her. She paused, casually tossed the unfinished sunflower seeds into the fruit plate, then vigorously patted the remaining sunflower seed dust off her hands on her pants, got up and quickly walked over.

The two stood in the courtyard.

"Pengfei, what's wrong?" Zhuang Chaoying's smile faded as she saw Pengfei's serious expression.

Pengfei didn't waste any words, directly flipping open the notebook and pointing forcefully at the words on it. "Zhendong's notebook."

Zhuang Chaoying took a closer look and felt that the handwriting looked very familiar.

Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, he remembered something, his lips trembled slightly, and he uttered three words in a very soft voice.

"A whistleblower letter!"

Pengfei nodded heavily, put the notebook in his pocket, and clenched his fist tightly.

Zhuang Chaoying patted Pengfei on the shoulder, shook her head gently, and looked disappointed.

He turned to look at Zhuang Ganmei, who was leisurely eating melon seeds to the side, but Zhuang Ganmei still acted as if nothing had happened.

Zhuang Chaoying returned to the main house and sat down in a chair.

Are the handwritings in the system report and the whistleblower letter the same as Zhen Dong's?

[According to the host, the system has determined that the handwriting is 100% identical.]

Make five copies of the complaint letter. Zhuang Chaoying decisively issued the order: this matter cannot be left unresolved.

A serving costs 50 cents, minus 2.5 yuan.

Zhuang Chaoying's face grew increasingly gloomy. Zhendong was going to report his uncle?

Was this Zhendong's own idea, or was it instigated by his father?

Lost in thought, his eyes unconsciously drifted toward Ganmei.

Zhuang Ganmei was eating sunflower seeds when she inadvertently caught her older brother staring intently at her out of the corner of her eye. Her heart skipped a beat, and a strange unease welled up inside her. She almost dropped the sunflower seeds in her hand.

Could it be that my whistleblowing has been discovered?

I just felt a little resentful seeing my older brother living such a good life.

That newspaper had been sitting in the drawer for a long time. I don't know what possessed me, but I dictated it myself and had Zhendong write a letter of complaint.

If she wrote it herself, her older brother would definitely recognize her handwriting at a glance, since they had lived together since childhood and he was very familiar with her handwriting.

"Hey, how's work lately? Does anyone from your factory have any part-time jobs?"

Zhuang Ganmei was startled again, and the melon seeds in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud." She was stunned for two seconds before she came to her senses.

She comforted herself, thinking that her older brother shouldn't find out, definitely not. Besides, more than half a month had passed, and nothing had happened. Everything should be fine.

He tried to remain calm and said with a smile.

"That's how it is. I'll go to work as usual. It's normal for engineers in the factory to have side jobs. I just don't have that ability. If I did, I'd go out and make money myself." After saying that, he deliberately laughed twice to ease his inner tension.

After laughing, Zhuang Ganmei rolled her eyes and changed the subject.

"Brother, you're doing well now. Isn't your neighbor, Engineer Lin, from the refrigerator factory? Help us get a refrigerator for your family. It'll be more convenient for Mom and Dad to eat popsicles in the summer."

Zhuang's father chimed in, "That's right, Chaoying. Since your neighbor works at a refrigerator factory, he must be able to get refrigerators at factory price."

Seeing Gan Mei's expression, Zhuang Chaoying became even more certain of her guess. She was determined to get to the bottom of this matter today.

Zhuang Chaoying raised her voice and called out, "Zhendong, Zhendong, come here."

Zhendong and Tunan, who were studying inside, exchanged a glance. "Brother, Uncle is calling me."

My uncle usually seems kind and approachable, but once he gets angry, the situation becomes difficult to manage; he's a smiling tiger.

His legs trembled slightly as he stood up. In early January, his father asked him to help write a letter of complaint. He initially refused, but eventually couldn't resist his father's persistent pleading and agreed. Now, thinking back, he regretted it.

He felt resentful and jealous, thinking of Tu Nan and Xiao Ting's lives, their clothes, their digital watches—even Peng Fei had one. And he could only watch longingly.

If my uncle and aunt had agreed to let me and Zhenbei move into their house back then, wouldn't I and Zhenbei be the ones enjoying all this now?

Driven by intense jealousy, he inexplicably agreed to help his father write the letter of denunciation.

His father talked on and on, and he wrote, each word like an outpouring of his dark emotions.

Zhendong walked into the main house cautiously. "Uncle, did you call me?"

Zhuang Chaoying wore a forced smile, her sharp eyes fixed on Zhendong. "Zhendong, I seem to have forgotten, wasn't I taking photos with a few people at the electric kettle promotion on Guanqian Street?"

Zhen Dong's mind went blank for a moment. Without thinking, he reflexively blurted out what he had said.

"Uncle, you took a group photo with two people." As soon as the words left his mouth, he suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing and had a bad feeling.

He frantically tried to justify himself.

"Uncle, it's been published in the newspaper, we all know about it."

Zhuang Chaoying nodded slightly, her tone seemingly calm.

“It’s been over a year, Zhendong has a good memory, he remembers it very clearly.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his hand heavily on the table with a "bang".

Gan Mei was sitting to the side when she was startled by the sudden noise and almost jumped off her chair.

Zhuang's father was also startled, clutching his chest. "Eldest son, what are you doing? Just ask a question, why are you slamming the table?"

Hearing the commotion, Huang Ling got up from the bed in the room, and Tu Nan, Xiao Ting and Peng Fei also rushed over and stood beside Zhuang Chaoying.

They all understood the gist of it; they knew that the whistleblower letter was probably Zhuang Ganmei's doing.

Zhuang Chaoying waved her hand, indicating that they didn't need to worry and that she could handle the matter on her own.

He didn't bother beating around the bush anymore, and directly pulled out a photocopy of the whistleblower letter from his pocket, slamming it onto the table with a "bang".

When Zhendong saw his uncle take out the letter of complaint that he had written himself, his legs went weak and he almost couldn't stand up.

He knew in his heart that he was still in vocational school, and if his uncle spread the word, his studies and reputation would be ruined. He looked at his father in horror.

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