Chapter 186
The leader who had been walking at the very back of the crowd immediately stepped forward upon hearing this.
When he saw the food and dishes on the table, he couldn’t help but frown slightly.
“Who exactly are you people? Do you know that this is breaking into a private home? I can call the police and have you arrested!” Yang Mingwan still hadn’t realized the seriousness of the situation.
“Call the police? Go ahead, call the police now. If you don’t, I will. I want to see how you’ve completed the task the organization assigned you!” The senior leader at the front said, his face pale with anger.
Yang Mingwan stared at him for a moment. The man’s aura was not something an ordinary person could possess, yet he truly didn’t recognize him.
“Who are you?” Yang Mingwan asked tentatively.
“You’ll find out soon enough!” The leader gritted his teeth and signaled to the people behind him. “Search the place!”
The group surged forward and began rummaging through Yang Mingwan’s house.
“What are you doing? These are all my family’s belongings! You can’t just touch them!” Yang Mingwan hurriedly tried to stop them.
Yang Dafu and Mu Jingmei also stepped in.
But the few of them were no match for so many people, and they were quickly pulled aside.
“There’s a cellar here!” someone discovered.
“Don’t touch it!” The moment Yang Mingwan saw that spot, he lunged forward.
But he was soon pinned down.
“Open it!” the leader ordered coldly, seeing Yang Mingwan’s reaction and knowing they had found the right place.
The cellar lid was tightly sealed, and the group struggled for a good while before finally prying it open.
A young man jumped down, and before long, cheers erupted from below.
“Leader, this place is packed with grain!”
At those words, Yang Mingwan felt his legs go weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
It was over!
Everything was completely over!
“…”
The leader and his team retrieved hundreds of pounds of grain from Yang Mingwan’s home, along with various eggs, brown sugar, and meat.
They even found over a thousand yuan in cash.
This had truly crossed the organization’s red line. Yang Mingwan was immediately taken away, and Yang Dafu and the others were also brought in for investigation.
When Song Nianchu heard the news, she was in the cannery researching new product types.
Wu Zhenggui excitedly called her out, eager to share the news with her.
“I always thought Yang Mingwan was just a bit arrogant, but I never expected they’d find so much stuff in his house. The people who came back said it took several trucks to haul it all away. How did he dare?” Wu Zhenggui sighed in disbelief.
“When those with corrupt intentions hold high positions, the first thing they think of isn’t serving the public good but how to line their own pockets.” Song Nianchu wasn’t surprised by the outcome at all.
“It’s too good for him. All these years, no one reported him, and it’s only now that it’s come to light.” Wu Zhenggui was deeply ashamed.
Hiding so much grain in his own home while letting others starve—he was utterly inhuman.
“It’s because he was too greedy. When someone goes too far, they can’t keep those beneath them quiet forever.” Song Nianchu then remembered something else. “By the way, were Yang Mingwan and his whole family taken away?”
“Yes. But only Yang Mingwan was clearly arrested. The others were said to be brought in for questioning.” Wu Zhenggui explained.
Song Nianchu nodded.
“Are you worried about Comrade Mu’s sister? Should I go to town and check?” Wu Zhenggui asked cautiously, noticing her expression.
“No need. Let’s not get involved in this.” Song Nianchu declined.
“Alright, if you say not to, then we won’t.” Wu Zhenggui now followed Song Nianchu’s every word.
“Uncle Zhengui, go ahead and get busy. I need to go to town later.” Since Yang Mingwan had been arrested, someone would soon be chosen to replace him as the brigade leader. She needed to help Wu Zhenggui spread the word a bit more.
“Alright.” Wu Zhenggui agreed.
“…”
Song Nianchu was gone for the entire day. By the time she returned, it was already completely dark.
She pushed open the courtyard gate and walked in. Inside, it was silent. The main room was empty, with only a faint light seeping from Mu Haoxuan and the others’ room.
Song Nianchu walked over and pushed open the door to find Mu Shi’an teaching Mu Haoxuan and Mu Yongnian their lessons.
Mu Yongnian was studying earnestly, but Mu Haoxuan had wrinkled his face into a little old man’s, staring at the notebook in front of him as if it were some sworn enemy.
Ahem, ahem...
Seeing the three of them completely absorbed in their own worlds, without noticing her at all, Song Nianchu deliberately cleared her throat.
Hearing the sound, the three looked up.
When Mu Haoxuan saw Song Nianchu, he happily tried to jump off his stool.
“Sit still!” Noticing his move, Mu Shi’an said sternly.
Mu Haoxuan, whose backside had just left the stool, had no choice but to sit back down, though he looked at Song Nianchu with big, pleading eyes.
“If you don’t finish your homework, begging won’t help anyone.” Mu Shi’an caught on to his intention and deepened his voice.
Ahem, ahem...
Song Nianchu wouldn’t compromise on academics. Even though Mu Haoxuan’s pitiful expression was incredibly hard to resist, she forced herself to look away.
“You two keep working. I’ll check it when I get back.” Mu Shi’an knew Song Nianchu probably had something to discuss with him, so he spoke up.
After instructing Mu Haoxuan and Mu Yongnian, he stood up and walked toward the door.
They went to the main room, and only then did Mu Shi’an’s expression soften.
“You must be hungry. I kept dinner warm for you in the kitchen. I’ll go get it.”
“Don’t rush the meal. I have something to tell you first.” Song Nianchu began.
“We can talk while you eat.” Mu Shi’an was mindful of such things.
With how busy Song Nianchu was every day, if she didn’t eat on time, her body would surely give out.
With Mu Shi’an insisting, Song Nianchu couldn’t argue anymore. She followed him to the kitchen.
“I’ll eat here.” Song Nianchu thought it was more appropriate given what she needed to say next.
If the children accidentally overheard, it might make them worry.
“Alright.” Mu Shi’an nodded. He served Song Nianchu rice and set the dishes on a small table nearby.
“Thank you.” Song Nianchu said softly.
“No need to thank me. Just eat.” Mu Shi’an handed her chopsticks and then poured her a glass of warm water, placing it beside her.
That was Mu Shi’an—while he couldn’t express his feelings with sweet words, every action he took proved his love.
But the more he did this, the harder it was for Song Nianchu to bring up what followed.
To the point that the food, which had seemed appetizing just moments ago, now tasted bland.
“What’s wrong? Is the food not good?” Noticing the shift in her mood, Mu Shi’an asked gently.