Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 1283 - 1333: Shameless Village Chief

"I didn’t! I absolutely didn’t! She was the one who let me in, and I didn’t touch her at all!" The young man shouted angrily at this moment.

"It was you! It was you! You tore my clothes, and you dare to say you didn’t?" The village chief’s wife wiped her eyes, then started yelling in an even sharper voice. After pushing the village chief aside, she charged at the young man. "I’ll fight you to the death! I have no face to show anyone now, so I’ll fight you to the death!" She looked every bit the part of a shrew.

Chu Xiaoyao, Zhou Xiaoyue, and the others had never witnessed such a scene before and were momentarily unsure of what to do. Meanwhile, the young man struggled to fend off the village chief’s wife’s hands, continually retreating, his sleeves getting torn by her.

"Stop!" Chu Xiaoyao shouted.

The village chief’s wife stopped and glared at Chu Xiaoyao, "What do you want?"

Chu Xiaoyao took a deep breath and asked, "Are you saying he tried to rape you?"

"Yes!" the village chief’s wife answered without hesitation.

Chu Xiaoyao turned to the young man, "What do you have to say?"

The young man clenched his fists and said angrily, "I didn’t! I absolutely didn’t! She asked me to help her, and I didn’t lay a finger on her."

The village chief snorted coldly and said, "Do you think just saying you didn’t do it makes it true? Kid, nothing’s over today. I kindly invited you all to stay at my house, and you had designs on my wife. I’m going to report this right now, and you can wait for the police station to come and take you."

"I didn’t!" The young man, an honest sort, was now red-faced but could only repeat his denial.

The village chief sneered, "I can see you didn’t actually rape my wife, but attempted rape is still a crime. You could easily get sentenced to a year or two. And I hear you’re a college student? Well, forget about finishing college now."

The young man froze in shock. If things ended as the village chief claimed, his life would be utterly ruined. How would he face his parents, his classmates?

The village chief took note of their reactions, secretly pleased. These inexperienced kids had come looking for trouble at his home, so he needed to teach them a lesson. Now that he had the upper hand, he could start negotiating terms.

"Alright, stop crying. Let’s discuss this in the other room," the village chief said, comforting his wife while pulling her to the bed, then motioning Chu Xiaoyao and the others to another room.

Fixing his gaze on the young man, the village chief snorted coldly and said, "Kid, you’ve got guts. Do you know what happens here when someone pulls a stunt like this? In the old days, people like you would’ve been tied up and thrown into a pigsty to marinate. But now we abide by the law—and lucky for you, I’m the village chief. You dodged a real bullet."

"Village Chief, I really didn’t do anything to your wife—I swear. I didn’t, I..." The young man tried to explain, but couldn’t stop himself from crying.

The village chief sighed suddenly and said, "Stop crying. I know you’re college students, bright young men. Even if young folks slip up sometimes, they deserve a chance to be forgiven. If I really sent you to the police station, your life would be over. I know you came here with good intentions, and I’d feel bad too."

The young man, upon hearing this, felt overjoyed and quickly said, "Thank you, Village Chief. Thank you!"

The village chief shook his head and said, "But this incident is embarrassing for me too. If I let you go without anything, how am I supposed to face my neighbors? So... just sign this paper, and we’ll call it even. Then you can leave without any more trouble."

"Alright, I’ll sign, I’ll sign," the young man said hastily, reaching for the pen and paper, willing to agree to anything just to get out.

Chu Xiaoyao quickly snatched the paper and sneered, "Village Chief, you sure came prepared. Your wife just had an incident, and you already had time to write up an account of it?"

Her words roused everyone, who then instantly realized the village chief and his wife had set them up. All of them glared at him angrily.

The village chief lit a cigarette and chuckled, "You’ve got me. Yeah, this was a trap—but you still fell for it. And let me be clear: one phone call from me, and this kid will be taken in. My eldest son works in the town, so tell me, who’s the police station going to believe—me or you? Not to mention my second son, who’s mixed up with the county’s underground. If you upset him, he could show up with his men, and... well, leaving here wouldn’t be so easy for you."

Chu Xiaoyao and the others’ faces turned pale with rage. They had never encountered someone so shameless before. This was beyond anything they’d imagined—and now they were living it.

"I’ll also make it clear that your donation money was spent on the village. I thank you for your generosity—it’s appreciated. So why fuss over where the money went? You rich folks donate to feel good, right? We’re grateful, the school’s grateful. Isn’t that enough without questioning everything?"

Chu Xiaoyao gritted her teeth, "You’re utterly shameless."

The village chief laughed heartily, "Shameless? What’s shame worth? This school brings in a bit of cash each year from donors. If I fixed it up properly, who’d come donate next year?"

"Then what do you actually want?" Zhou Xiaoyue asked angrily.

The village chief smiled slyly, "Now you’re asking the real question. I don’t want anything; it’s all up to you. If you don’t push, I won’t push."

Chu Xiaoyao snorted coldly and said, "What if we insist on getting to the bottom of this?"

"Simple. I’ll let the police sort it out, and one of you will end up in custody. You think anyone’s going to believe your word after that? Your donation doesn’t have any official records either."

In terms of tactics, Chu Xiaoyao and the others were no match for this seasoned schemer. As mere university students, even with some worldly experience, Chu Xiaoyao felt powerless against such trickery.

"Xiaoyao, maybe... maybe we should just drop it," the young man said nervously.

"No way!" Chu Xiaoyao responded firmly.

The village chief chuckled lightly, "Young lady, don’t take it so seriously. Here’s what I’ll do: I’ll patch up the school’s windows with some plastic sheeting. Consider it my response to your concerns."

"Plastic sheeting?" Chu Xiaoyao and Zhou Xiaoyue exclaimed in disbelief.

"Haha, and I’ll send the school a banner to honor your generosity. You’ll get your recognition and a little glory. Isn’t that enough?"

Chu Xiaoyao curled her lips disdainfully, "If I wanted to make a name for myself, I could get money anywhere and do it someplace else. Why would I bother coming here? We donated for the children, yet you spent it while they’re left studying in drafty classrooms. Do you have an ounce of conscience?"

The village chief smirked, "Conscience? What’s that worth? I’ve said my piece—now it’s your turn to decide. I don’t want trouble, but if you push me, I won’t hold back."

Chu Xiaoyao took a deep breath, "Alright, we’ll let this go for now."

"Fine. Just sign over there to make sure you don’t come back later with complaints. I’ll sleep easier, too." The village chief pointed to the paper in Chu Xiaoyao’s hand.

Chu Xiaoyao snorted coldly, "Fine, I’ll sign."

"Xiaoyao..." the young man protested in alarm.

Chu Xiaoyao shot him a look, "Sign it. Do you think I’d hurt you?"

After some hesitation, the young man finally gritted his teeth and signed his name.

The village chief took the paper and laughed heartily, "Great! Now everyone’s happy—how wonderful! Rest well tonight, and I’ll send you home tomorrow." With that, he swaggered out.

"Xiaoyao, is this really over?" Zhou Xiaoyue asked reluctantly.

Chu Xiaoyao snorted, "That’s what they want, but there’s no point in confronting them now. Once my husband sends his people, we’ll see how they like being ruined."

"Oh!" Zhou Xiaoyue’s eyes lit up. She had absolute faith in Li Yifei. A little village chief wouldn’t stand a chance. How foolish he was to provoke Chu Xiaoyao!

Chu Xiaoyao had matured considerably—once, she might have confronted the village chief head-on, but now she’d learned to protect herself first before planning her next move.

When they returned to their room, Chu Xiaoyao sent Li Yifei a WeChat message explaining the situation. Li Yifei replied quickly, telling her not to act rashly and promising to arrive the next morning.

"Are you coming personally, hubby?"

"Of course. My wife’s been bullied—how could I not show up?"

"Hubby, I love you to death!" Chu Xiaoyao grinned ear to ear, feeling both excited and moved. Among the many outstanding women in their family, she might have been the least remarkable—also the most willful and mischievous—but Li Yifei still treated her so well.

"Your husband’s really coming?" Zhou Xiaoyue asked eagerly after seeing the WeChat messages.

Chu Xiaoyao clenched her fists, "Yes, he’ll be here first thing tomorrow morning. Hmph, we’ll see who gets ruined this time. If I don’t crush them, I’ll stop calling myself Chu."

"That village chief’s finished. Let’s see how he likes being so wicked—it’s time he got what he deserves," Zhou Xiaoyue said excitedly. She liked Li Yifei as a brother-in-law very much.