Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart

The moonlight was cold, the night breeze slightly cool, and the air eerily still.

Lin Nianhe, like one who had survived a disaster, patted her chest, "It's a good thing I set a mousetrap, otherwise I would have really been at a loss!"

She peeked out from behind Wen Lan, looking at the thuggish figure and sneered coldly, "You were just lucky, my nail board wasn't ready yet, otherwise... haha!"

The onlookers watched Lin Nianhe with complicated expressions, unconsciously wrapping their arms around themselves, grateful that they had only thought, not acted.

This Educated Youth Lin looked tender and easy to bully, but unexpectedly she was not so easy to mess with!

Li Dahe's brows were knitted tightly, wanting to kick the climbing educated youth on the wall, but since there was no place to do so, he could only say, "First, get the mousetraps off him!"

Any more torment, and he might not make it.

Several sturdy young men stepped forward to remove the mousetraps, perhaps out of disdain for the thug, or maybe to show they had no ill will; their movements were not gentle, which only added to his injuries, making him howl even more miserably than before.

After a full five or six minutes of struggle, the mousetraps were finally all removed.

Li Dahe shone a flashlight on his face, and everyone finally saw the true face of the thug.

"Zhao Zhuangshi?"

When Li Dahe called out the thug's name, Lin Nianhe's eyebrows immediately furrowed.

She had heard of this person's name before, and Aunt Li had emphasized it when gossiping with her yesterday.

Zhao Zhuangshi was famously troublesome in the village, idling around all day, either stealing chickens or teasing young women.

His father had died early, leaving only a fierce and overprotective mother; with his tall and strong build, he bullied everyone in the village and no one dared to challenge him.

Usually, only the brigade leader could rebuke him somewhat, and even then, Li Dahe had to be careful not to overdo it, lest Widow Zhao caused a scene at his house.

Seeing it was Zhao Zhuangshi gave Li Dahe a headache, feeling as if he was losing a few more hairs.

"My son!"

The shrill scream echoed again over the skies of the Educated Youth Corps, Widow Zhao wearing a black cloth shirt patched over patched, threw herself next to Zhao Zhuangshi, seeing that her son was just crying out in pain, she rolled up her sleeves and pounced towards Lin Nianhe:

"You heartless wretch! How dare you hurt my son with a mousetrap! You fatherless, mother-born brat, I'll teach you a good lesson myself!"

Lin Nianhe's eyes darkened slightly, she pushed away Wen Lan who was about to join the fight, broke free from Wang Shumei's hold, and faced Widow Zhao.

She had to fight this one herself!

Lin Nianhe's physical condition couldn't compare to her past life, but the fighting experience etched in her mind was rich, and the skills were still very useful.

She grabbed Widow Zhao's wrist reaching towards her with her right hand, and with a "small capture" maneuver, skillfully subdued Widow Zhao.

Wen Lan, who had just thought to help, was shocked by Lin Nianhe's move; her eyes widened in astonishment, full of eagerness as she watched Lin Nianhe.

The other villagers also gasped in surprise, watching Lin Nianhe in disbelief.

Lin Nianhe ignored their looks and kicked Widow Zhao on the butt, sending her sprawling onto Zhao Zhuangshi, who was still lying on the ground groaning.

"Ow—"

Zhao Zhuangshi, already in pain from the mousetrap, curled up like a shrimp when his own mother crashed down on him.

Widow Zhao also fell in a tangle and struggled to get up. After checking on her eldest son, her eyes darted around, and she sat on the ground, slapping her thigh and howling, "God! I can't live like this! The Educated Youth hit someone!"

Widow Zhao slapped her thigh so hard it kept making popping sounds, making Wang Shumei instinctively want to rub her own legs.

The villagers looked at the shameless Widow Zhao, with the corners of their mouths twitching.

They sympathized with Lin Nianhe, but really dared not stick their necks out.

Being targeted by those hooligan mother and son, how could they have peaceful days? They had elders and children to take care of, so they had to take care of their own little families.

Li Dahe smoothed back his hair and gritted his teeth as he stepped forward.

Other people could act like quails, but he couldn't just ignore it!

Being the team leader was tough...

Lin Nianhe caught sight of Li Dahe's conflicted expression and immediately understood what he was considering.

She stepped forward and spoke before Li Dahe could say anything, "My mousetrap was set up in my own yard. Your son ran onto my mousetrap and hurt his leg. I haven't even asked him to compensate for my loss, and here you are playing the victim first."

Widow Zhao choked on her cries, staring daggers straight at Lin Nianhe like a vengeful ghost, "What are you saying? You still want me to pay you? Have you no shame!"

Lin Nianhe blew the dust off her hands and said calmly, "Don't want to compensate? Fine, then let's call the Public Security. I'll pay for your son's medical expenses, and you pay for my mousetrap. Oh, and I also need to ask the Public Security comrades what the punishment should be for a hooligan scaling the wall of a female Educated Youth in the middle of the night."

Widow Zhao choked on a "gah", forcibly swallowing all her bluster.

She scrambled up from the ground and also pulled Zhao Zhuangshi up, shaking her head repeatedly, "No need to report to Public Security, no need! My son just took a wrong turn because he drank too much. I accept my bad luck; how about I don't ask for your compensation? Isn't that enough?"

"I don't accept my bad luck," Lin Nianhe raised her chin, a sly glint in her eyes, "I was sleeping soundly when suddenly I was startled awake..."

While talking, she suddenly clutched her chest, sluggishly collapsing toward Wang Shumei's direction, "Ouch, my chest hurts... I need to go to the hospital..."

Wang Shumei reacted quickly, stepping forward to catch Lin Nianhe.

The moment Lin Nianhe leaned into Wang Shumei's arms, she staggered a few steps, and the two nearly fell into a heap, looking pitiful.

A cold breeze blew, causing Lin Nianhe to sneeze loudly.

This well-timed sneeze startled Widow Zhao, who looked at Lin Nianhe's frail frame and saw visions of little money flashing through her mind.

There was no way she would pay money, absolutely not!

Widow Zhao immediately jumped about, creating a scene, "You just hit me too! I hurt! I need to go to the hospital too!"

"Cut it out!"

Yu Xiangqin stepped forward, hands on hips, rolling her eyes at Widow Zhao, "You're jumping three feet high, do you look like someone who's hurt?"

Only then did Widow Zhao realize her posture for complaining was all wrong, and she tugged at Zhao Zhuangshi, "But my son's injury can't be faked, right?"

"He brought it on himself!" Li Dahe shouted angrily, glaring fiercely at her, warning, "Old Zhao Family, if you keep making baseless allegations, I'll really call the Public Security!"

Widow Zhao sheepishly shut her mouth, whispering quietly, "Anyway, I don't have money to compensate her…"

Li Dahe gave her a sidelong glance and said to Zhao Zhuangshi, who had been hiding behind Widow Zhao all along: "From tomorrow, you'll be cleaning the cowshed. If you try any tricks, we'll call Public Security!"

Zhao Zhuangshi instinctively wanted to refuse, but before he could speak up, he heard Lin Nianhe muttering on the other side. "Sister Shumei, I'm not going to die, am I... Help me back to my room to write a will quickly, I want to tell my parents that I died of fright, a life for a life..."