Cannon Fodder in an Era Drama — I Survive with Acting-Chapter 119: Trap

Song Qingya glanced at him.

"It’s not good for a woman to be so petty!"

Song Qingya looked at him as if he were some ridiculous clown putting on a show.

She neither got angry nor argued back. Instead, she sat down, unhurriedly poured a cup of tea, blew on it, and took a light sip before smiling and speaking again. "Aren’t you celebrating a little too soon? What makes you think you can pass the political background check?"

"With your physique? You probably wouldn’t even make it past the first hurdle of the physical exam."

After saying this, she slowly placed the teacup on the table.

"Huh? What did you say?"

Sun Zhenhai looked completely baffled, his eyes wide.

"Didn’t you tell me to come over to talk about enlisting? Why are you suddenly going off on a tangent?"

Song Qingya smiled faintly, in no hurry to answer his question.

"Don’t be so hasty, Sun Zhenhai."

"Haven’t you always wanted to know what your father said to me back then? I sent your parents out so I could tell you."

In an instant, the air grew tense.

Sun Zhenhai was actually starting to waver, the smile on his face slowly stiffening.

It was replaced by deep suspicion.

He seemed to realize that today’s conversation was far from being as lighthearted as it appeared on the surface.

He knew his old man’s temperament. Sun Qiang loved to chat up any halfway decent-looking auntie or woman from next door, his gaze always a little too sticky.

And here at home was Song Qingya, a stunningly beautiful sister-in-law, right before his eyes.

’Could Sun Qiang really have had no thoughts about her at all?’

’Not a single inappropriate idea?’

’That sounds rather unlikely, doesn’t it?’

Although Sun Zhenhai loathed this outsider, his sister-in-law Song Qingya, and was even a bit hostile towards her,

she was, admittedly, a beautiful woman.

Her refined features and the natural charm in her every move were beyond what any ordinary village girl could compare to.

Otherwise, how could she have married an officer like that?

A man that outstanding wouldn’t just settle for any ordinary woman.

But Sun Qiang was his biological father, after all—the man who had been with him since he was little.

So, Sun Zhenhai instinctively refused to face the issue.

He craned his neck, eyes glaring, and raised his voice to a shout. "What’s there for me to be curious about! I don’t believe a word from someone like you! Who the hell would believe that crap? You’re probably just after our family’s money, trying to sling mud at my dad! Who do you think you’re fooling?"

"If you ask me, weren’t you the one who latched onto a good family by actively seducing my brother-in-law when you were at your lowest? You probably pulled the same tricks on other men before you even met him. Forget other guys—you probably even tried it on someone like my dad, but he just wasn’t falling for your act."

Having spent the last few days with him from morning till night, Song Qingya had already fought the urge to lunge over and punch him a couple of times.

Even the system couldn’t help but jump in, its tone filled with righteous indignation:

[My god, can this so-called brother even be called a brother? Host, you have plenty of points. Why not just spend a few to buy a War Goddess attribute and put him in his place? There’s no one else around to see, so no one would care whether it’s appropriate for you to get physical.]

Song Qingya calmly made her decision and replied with a short message: [No need.]

She had no intention of confronting a scoundrel like him head-on.

On the contrary, it was precisely because no one else was here.

No witnesses, no interruptions. It was the perfect setting for her next move.

Only, the move she planned to make didn’t involve her fists.

It involved her mind—designing a trap, step by step, and luring him into it.

Song Qingya showed no signs of anger whatsoever.

She just watched Sun Zhenhai calmly, her expression unruffled.

"Don’t look at me like that! If you really know something, then bring out the evidence!"

"Evidence?"

A slight smile touched the corners of Song Qingya’s lips.

"You want evidence?"

She rose and walked toward the door of Sun Qiang and Yang Yunhua’s bedroom.

Reaching the doorway, she slowly came to a stop.

Then she turned back, raised a hand to point, and said with a calm yet sarcastic gaze, "If you want it, go look for it in there yourself."

"Look for what?"

Sun Zhenhai frowned, asking with suspicion.

Song Qingya tilted her head slightly and smiled, her light tone carrying a heavy sense of pressure.

"There’s a small locked cabinet under the desk. There’s money in there, and also some... hmm, things that shouldn’t see the light of day."

She spoke meaningfully. "Why don’t you go take a look?"

"It’s locked. I can’t look."

Sun Zhenhai immediately retorted.

"You’re just trying to drive a wedge between me and my dad."

As he said this, he was already starting to panic.

"Weren’t you the one who wanted to see evidence?"

But Song Qingya was unmoved, pressing him further.

"So now you’re chickening out? You talk a big game about not believing your dad would do such a thing, but in reality, you’ve already decided he’s guilty, haven’t you? You don’t dare to look, do you?"

"Nonsense! My dad isn’t the kind of person you’re making him out to be!"

Sun Zhenhai shouted emotionally.

Don’t let his age fool you; Sun Zhenhai was a famous mama’s boy and a fiercely protective son—a paragon of filial piety.

He would fight to the death to refute even the slightest whisper against his father.

And at that very moment, from who knows where...

Song Qingya actually produced a brand-new hammer, held it out to Sun Zhenhai, and watched him with a smile. "Fine. Since you don’t believe what I’m saying, you must be too scared to open it and look, right? Why don’t you just admit you’re a coward?"

"Hmph, I’ll smash it! You think breaking a lock is hard for me?"

The moment he heard the word "coward," Sun Zhenhai got worked up.

In a fit of rage, he snatched the heavy hammer without a second thought and brought it down hard on the lock several times.

There was a sharp sound of breaking metal.

CRACK!

The lock was smashed open.

He quickly bent down, opened the cabinet door, and began rummaging frantically with both hands.

But all he found were a few old food ration coupons and a small, thick stack of banknotes.

His tension vanished in an instant. He turned his head and loudly questioned Song Qingya.

"See? There’s no so-called incriminating evidence here. This is just the money my dad scrimped and saved, and you’ve sullied it all!"

"Did you really think I expected you to find something?"

Her voice was laced with mockery.

"Sun Zhenhai, are you really this stupid, or are you just playing dumb? Look all the way in the back. In the farthest corner, there’s a small, embroidered cloth pouch. Open it, and you’ll know if I’m telling the truth."

"Fine, I’ll open it. What could possibly be in there?"

Sun Zhenhai said with a dismissive tone.

He casually reached out and picked up the somewhat worn cloth pouch.

’Isn’t this the same pouch Song Qingya used to carry to school?’

The memory was dredged up from the depths of his mind.

He remembered one time, years ago, she had lost this very pouch on her way home from school and ran back to her room crying to hide.

But to everyone’s surprise, the incident sent Yang Yunhua into a thundering rage.

Not only did she scold Song Qingya for being wasteful with the fabric and not knowing the value of things, but she also denied her dinner.

Sun Zhenhai still remembered the scene clearly.

Because that night, he had eaten all of Song Qingya’s portion of the meal by himself, stuffing himself so full he couldn’t sleep until midnight.