Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!

Chapter 341 - 339: A Single Phone Call Turns the Toxic Relatives into Social Pariahs on the Spot!

Qin Jianjun was very satisfied with this effect. He arrogantly raised his chin, his bloodshot eyes scanning the faces that were stunned by him, enjoying the thrill of being a fox exploiting the tiger’s might.

"What’s the matter, all gone dumb?"

No one responded.

Because everyone’s gaze had already bypassed him and focused on the doorway of the office.

There, at some unknown time, stood a figure in a deep green military uniform.

The two gold stars on his epaulettes shone brilliantly under the light.

The man’s build wasn’t immensely strong, but the authority he had cultivated from holding high positions for many years made him like a silent mountain, just standing there made everyone in the room feel suffocated.

Gu Zhen Guo had returned.

He was holding a document bag in his hand, obviously having just come from the military district office building.

He didn’t look at anyone else; his gaze, like two sharp swords, was fixated directly on Qin Jianjun.

"You just said," Gu Zhen Guo spoke, his voice not loud but each word seemed wrapped in ice shards, smashing out one by one, "who do you want me to expel from the army?"

The smugness on Qin Jianjun’s face froze instantly.

The color drained from his face at a speed visible to the naked eye, his mouth opened, but his throat seemed stuffed with a wad of cloth; he couldn’t utter a single syllable.

He never thought that the "great backer" he boasted about would appear so unannounced right in front of him.

Gu Zhen Guo stepped inside.

With each step he took, the sound of the heels of his leather shoes striking the concrete floor was like a heavy hammer pounding on the hearts of the Qin family.

He stopped in front of Qin Jianjun.

"I’ll ask again: using my name, who do you want to get rid of?"

Qin Jianjun’s legs weakened, his knees trembled uncontrollably, nearly unable to support him.

"Uncle... Uncle... I... I was joking..."

"Joking?" Gu Zhen Guo repeated the words, turning to Director Sun, and then sweeping his gaze around at the surrounding military wives, his voice loud and authoritative, "I, Gu Zhen Guo, do not have those who flaunt my name, swindling and threatening military family members in the military district compound, among my relatives!"

With this statement, he drew a line.

Qin Jian National’s already pale face turned completely colorless. He knew it was all over.

"Commander!" Director Sun immediately stood up straight and saluted.

Gu Zhen Guo nodded slightly. He pointed at the weakened Qin Jianjun and gave an order to the guard behind him, his tone crisp and emotionless.

"Xiao Wang, go make a phone call to the office."

"Yes!" the guard responded.

"Connect to Hebei Province, Hongqi Commune." Gu Zhen Guo reported an address, "I need to personally verify a few things with their brigade secretary."

The guard immediately turned and quickly walked to the black hand-crank telephone machine in the office.

"First," Gu Zhen Guo’s voice echoed in the quiet office, "verify the Qin Jian Guo family’s class status in the village, and their usual personal conduct."

"Second, verify whether his son Qin Jianjun truly has a marriage engagement, and whether the woman’s family is really demanding a 500 yuan dowry and a Butterfly brand sewing machine."

"Third," Gu Zhen Guo paused, his gaze falling on Qin Jian Guo, "ask the brigade secretary if he’s aware that one of his commune members has come to the Beijing Military Region compound to extort family members of active-duty officers."

The sound of the guard cranking the phone and Gu Zhen Guo’s cold words intertwined, like an invisible net tightly enveloping the Qin family’s three members.

With a "thud," Qin Jian Guo completely crumbled to the ground.

He reached out, trying to grab Gu Zhen Guo’s trouser leg, pleading desperately, "Zhen Guo! Big brother! We were wrong! We won’t dare again! Show mercy, don’t make the call! If the village finds out, our family won’t be able to live!"

Gu Zhen Guo sidestepped, not even letting him touch the hem of his clothes.

At this moment, Qin Lan, who had been silent all along, stepped forward.

She stood beside her husband, steady.

She didn’t look at Qin Jian Guo on the ground but instead gazed at Lin Wan Yi, with a hint of apology in her eyes. Then, she turned her gaze to the so-called "relatives," her previously gentle face now only showing cold decisiveness.

"Qin Jian Guo," she began, her voice soft yet each word clear, "I bear the surname Qin, but my Qin family does not have the tradition of being lazy and sly. Nor does it have the rule of putting on a scene or extorting under the guise of being relatives."

She took a deep breath, as if to expel something completely from her body.

"From today on, you go your way, we go ours. Our Gu family has no more ties with you."

Those words made Qin Jian Guo more desperate than Gu Zhen Guo’s command.

It was a complete severance, the final judgment on familial bonds.

Wang Guixiang sat dazedly on the bench, even forgetting to cry. The "relative relations" she was so proud of, the trump card she thought she could overdraw indefinitely, was reduced to ashes at this moment.

"...Hello? It’s connected! It’s Secretary Wang from Hongqi Commune!"

The guard’s voice broke the deathly silence.

Gu Zhen Guo made a hand gesture.

The guard immediately turned up the volume of the receiver, loudly repeating into the microphone, "Hello Secretary Wang! We’re from Beijing Military Region, just verifying some details about the Qin Jian Guo family!"

From the other end of the phone came a strong male voice with a thick accent.

"Qin Jian Guo? Oh! Yes, yes, the ’celebrity’ of our village! Why? Has he caused trouble outside again?"

This rhetorical question contained massive information.

The guard continued to ask, "Is his son Qin Jianjun getting married? Is the bride’s family asking for 500 yuan dowry?"

Secretary Wang on the other end sounded as if he heard a joke, his voice suddenly rising.

"Getting married? To whom? He’s just a layabout! Always idling around, doing nothing! Recently, he was caught by the commune writing a self-criticism for stealing a neighbor’s hen! What good family would marry their daughter to him? Don’t say 500 yuan, even 50 yuan, no one would want!"

In the office, all eyes were like daggers, stabbing directly at Qin Jianjun.

Qin Jianjun’s head drooped deeply into his chest, his body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind.

Secretary Wang’s voice continued pouring out from the receiver, each word mercilessly revealing the lies of the Qin family.

"...This family is so lazy, every year they’re the needy household in the village, always trying to take advantage... The relief grain distributed last year, they ended up trading it for alcohol..."

The lies were completely torn apart, leaving not even a strip of cover.

Qin Jian Guo, Wang Guixiang, Qin Jianjun—the family of three, their faces turned from white to green, and then from green to gray.

They sat there as if three clay statues drained of souls, their faces ash-like.