Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby! Chapter 227 - 226: Still Pretending? My Six-Month-Old Son Ca

"Classmate Sun, can you explain why this is happening?"

Lin Wan Yi gently pushed the letter to the center of the table.

In the conference room, the color drained from Sun Qian’s face instantly.

She opened her mouth but couldn’t utter a single word.

For the first ti, true fear showed in her tear-swollen eyes.

Mr. Wang adjusted his glasses, his gaze turning sharp behind the lenses.

He looked at Sun Qian.

Political Commissioner Zhou slowly unclenched his tightly held fist.

He glanced at Gu Yanshen, who stood with a straight posture, then at Lin Wan Yi, who appeared calm.

The heavy stone in his heart settled halfway.

Liu Quan was anxious.

He frantically signaled to Sun Qian.

Sun Qian seed startled, her body shivered.

She suddenly bit her lip hard.

The taste of blood spread in her mouth.

The sharp pain brought her back so voice.

"I... I understand!"

As if grasping her last lifeline, she scread sharply.

"It’s for fun!"

"Yes! It’s just fun!"

She lifted her head, eting Mr. Wang’s gaze once more, forcing tears of grief and anger.

"Mr. Wang, Political Commissioner Zhou, you don’t understand!"

"Mr. Gu... he went to great lengths to pursue !"

"He knows I’m from Huizhou, so he specially learned our hotown dialect!"

Sun Qian grew more agitated, almost believing herself.

"He said this is our secret, just between us!"

"He wanted to surprise !"

"This letter... this letter has dialect from my hotown, which proves his deep affection for !"

She said while covering her face, crying uncontrollably.

"I didn’t expect... that he would deny it now to sever ties..."

"I... I was so foolish..."

Liu Quan imdiately chid in.

"Exactly! Mr. Wang, this shows Gu Yanshen’s guilty conscience!"

"If he didn’t write it, how would he know Sun Qian’s hotown? Why ntion it in the letter?"

"This is a case of overly protesting innocence!"

Their performance was seamless.

It seed like the dialect loophole turned into their strongest evidence.

The atmosphere, which had lightened a bit in the conference room, grew heavy again.

Mr. Wang furrowed his brows again.

He looked at Gu Yanshen.

"Pfft."

A soft laugh broke the silence.

It was Lin Wan Yi.

She couldn’t help but laugh.

The laugh was small but made Sun Qian and Liu Quan uncomfortable.

"Why are you laughing!" Liu Quan snapped, "We are discussing serious matters!"

Lin Wan Yi held back her laughter, but her lips still curved.

She looked at everyone present.

"Dear leaders, I have a question."

"My husband, Gu Yanshen, what’s his nickna in the army?"

Political Commissioner Zhou was taken aback and instinctively replied, "Living Yama."

Several officers nodded silently as well.

This nickna was more well-known than his real na.

"Yes, Living Yama."

Lin Wan Yi repeated.

"Soone who barely speaks in front of superiors, preferring to split his words in half during reports."

She paused, her gaze shifted to Sun Qian.

"Do you believe he would go through the trouble of learning a dialect even locals find hard, just to please a female student?"

"That’s not deep affection."

Lin Wan Yi shook her head, her voice tinged with pity.

"That’s called possession by soone else."

"You..." Liu Quan’s face flushed instantly.

Lin Wan Yi’s words hit everyone in the room.

Indeed.

What kind of person is Gu Yanshen?

He’s the one who could make opponents cry for their moms during drills.

Him learning a girl’s hotown dialect, writing such sappy letters?

The sun would rise in the west first.

Liu Quan sensed things were going awry and tried to muddy the waters imdiately.

"This is all your speculation!"

He shouted loudly.

"Dialect can’t be used as legal evidence for conviction!"

"You’re engaging in personal attacks against Sun Qian! It’s verbal harassnt!"

"We demand actual evidence!"

"Without solid evidence, Gu Yanshen’s innocence can’t be proven!"

He clung tightly to the word "evidence."

Mr. Wang tapped his fingers on the table repeatedly.

As the head of the investigation team, he must follow protocol.

Although he’s nearly convinced, Liu Quan’s words aren’t wrong procedurally.

Inference is ultimately just inference.

"Ahem."

Mr. Wang cleared his throat.

"Comrade Lin Wan Yi’s analysis is very reasonable, and the investigation team will consider it significant reference."

"But..."

He changed his tone.

"Without substantial physical evidence, re dialect inference cannot completely clear Comrade Gu Yanshen of suspicion."

Liu Quan and Sun Qian’s eyes flashed with a glimr of luck.

There’s still a chance!

As long as there’s no solid proof, they can still muddy the waters!

Political Commissioner Zhou got anxious, just about to speak.

Gu Yanshen gently shook his head at him.

He looked at his wife.

He gazed at his wife, his eyes full of trust.

Lin Wan Yi remained composed and unhurried.

"I understand, investigations need evidence."

She said, then turned around.

With everyone’s puzzled gaze, she bent down to dig through the large cloth bag she brought.

First, she pulled out a baby bottle.

Then, a pack of diapers.

Finally, she extracted sothing.

An old radio, dismantled with exposed wires and parts...

"Pop."

She placed the shabby thing at the center of the long conference table.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What is she doing?

Liu Quan looked at the item as if it was scavenged from a junkyard, the first to not hold back and ridicule.

"Comrade Lin Wan Yi, what is this supposed to an?"

"Did you pick this junk from so trash pile?"

"So, can’t outtalk us and want everyone to calm down by listening to a drama?"

Sun Qian also found Lin Wan Yi’s actions baffling, easing her nerves considerably.

Lin Wan Yi ignored Liu Quan’s shouting.

She reached out, gently stroking the old radio.

The gesture was as if she were caressing a rare treasure.

Her tone carried a mother’s pride.

"Let introduce."

"This is our eldest son’s toy, Gu An."

Gu An?

The kid barely half a year old?

"Last night, when Gu An was sleeping, he found the outside noise a bit disturbing."

"So he casually adjusted the frequency of this toy."

Lin Wan Yi raised her head, beaming at Liu Quan and Sun Qian.

"And recorded so... very interesting sounds."

Recording?

The word exploded like a thunderstorm over Liu Quan and Sun Qian’s heads.

Their bodies froze completely at the sa ti.

Liu Quan’s mocking smile still on his face, looking absurd yet horrifying.

Sun Qian’s fingers clung tightly to her hem, the knuckles turning pale from exertion.

Cold sweat soaked through their backs instantly.

Lil woods...

The conversation in the lil woods last night...

Lin Wan Yi savored their suddenly pale expressions.

She extended her delicate, fair finger.

That finger hovered over a modified, red wooden knob on the radio.

She looked at Sun Qian, as though looking at prey fallen into a trap.

Her voice soft like the whispers of a devil.

"Classmate Sun."

"Would you like to hear what you said last night in the lil woods?"

"Click."

A faint sound.

The button was pressed down.

The radio emitted a harsh "zzzz" of static.

The tape began to turn.