After leaving the alley, Lin Zhixia immediately went to the gate of the Revolutionary Committee office. When no one was around, she quickly slipped the prepared complaint letter into the mailbox.

When the staff saw the letter that afternoon and searched Chen Xingyu’s home, they would find the forbidden books she had hidden. By then, Chen Xingyu would also be sent down to the countryside, leaving him no time to trouble her or demand the money and ration coupons back.

As Xie Jingheng came out of the Revolutionary Committee office, he spotted a familiar figure.

Beside him was his closest comrade and friend, Liu Fu. After being discharged from the military, he had been assigned to work at the Revolutionary Committee and had also met Lin Zhixia before. Naturally, he recognized her and curiously nudged Xie Jingheng’s shoulder.

“Isn’t that your wife? What is she doing here?”

Xie Jingheng said nothing, only slightly furrowing his brows.

The two of them stood behind the gate and watched as Lin Zhixia quietly slipped the complaint letter into the mailbox.

“Let’s go take a look,” Liu Fu said after she left.

He took out a key, opened the mailbox, and casually unfolded the letter. At once, he laughed.

“You two really are husband and wife—you even think alike!”

Xie Jingheng took the letter. After reading its contents, the corner of his lips slowly lifted into a faint smile. He had come here today with the same intention as Lin Zhixia: to send Chen Xingyu to the far northwest for re-education.

He hadn’t expected her to act even faster than him.

“Alright, I won’t chat anymore. I’m going to arrest him,” Liu Fu said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him. I won’t go easy on him.”

With that, he turned and went inside the Revolutionary Committee to call for people. As Xie Jingheng’s close friend, he had long disliked Chen Xingyu.

Now that he finally had a chance to vent anger on behalf of his friend, he naturally wouldn’t let it slip away.

On her way home, Lin Zhixia thought for a moment and made a detour to the department store. She bought two cans of malted milk powder, one tin of milk powder, and several jin of brown sugar.

The milk powder was for the baby—just in case she had no milk after giving birth, at least the baby wouldn’t go hungry.

The other items were for her own postpartum nutrition.

With her spatial storage, Lin Zhixia originally wanted to buy more so the Xie family could occasionally eat them too, but milk powder and malted milk required ration coupons, especially milk powder coupons, which were extremely hard to obtain.

In the past few days, she had been busy dealing with various matters and had no time to appreciate the unique atmosphere of this era. Today, finally free, she wandered slowly without any rush, returning home only before dark.

As soon as she arrived and opened the door, Xie Qingshu hurriedly came to greet her.

Lin Zhixia was confused, but then she heard Xie Qingshu say excitedly, “Chen Xingyu is going to be sent down too! Hahaha! He’s even worse off than us—he’s being sent to the harshest labor farm in the northwest for reform!”

“And I heard he borrowed 50 yuan from someone. After the lender found out he was being sent down, they took away all the clothes, shoes, daily necessities, and quilts he could bring with him.”

“He has nothing left at all!”

“Now he’s left with only the clothes on his back!”

“Haha, I wonder which kind-hearted person reported him! If I find out, I must properly thank them!”

When Lin Zhixia heard the “50 yuan,” a thought immediately flashed through her mind: could this be the same 50 yuan she had just tricked out of Chen Xingyu today?

If so, that was perfect.

Penniless, with no clothes, no bedding, no supplies—she could already imagine how miserable his life would be in the countryside.

After laughing for a while, Xie Qingshu looked at Lin Zhixia’s thoughtful expression and suspiciously asked, “Why aren’t you laughing? Don’t tell me you still care about Chen Xingyu and feel sorry for him?”

Just then, the door opened again, and Xie Jingheng walked in.

“Feel sorry for who?” he asked casually.

Lin Zhixia didn’t even have time to explain. Seeing that Xie Qingshu was about to answer, she quickly interrupted, “No one. You heard wrong.”

With that, she covered Xie Qingshu’s mouth with one hand and pulled her toward the bathroom.

She knew very well how strong Xie Jingheng’s possessiveness was.

Finally, after two peaceful days, she didn’t want him to start doubting her again because of this.

“Mmm… you… let go…” Xie Qingshu struggled after a few steps.

Since Lin Zhixia was pregnant, walking was already inconvenient, let alone dragging someone along.

She lowered her voice and said, “I know who reported Chen Xingyu. Just stay quiet and I’ll tell you later.”

“You… really know?” Xie Qingshu’s struggling weakened.

Lin Zhixia nodded. “Yes.”

In this world, probably no one knew better than her.

Five minutes later, Lin Zhixia and Xie Qingshu returned to the living room one after the other. Lin Zhixia looked calm, while Xie Qingshu seemed dazed, as if deeply shocked.

She occasionally glanced at Lin Zhixia, her expression complicated yet mixed with admiration.

Even during dinner, she would take a bite of food, then look at Lin Zhixia.

Mother Xie finally couldn’t stand it.

“Qingshu, eat properly. Why do you keep staring at your sister-in-law?”

“Mom, you don’t know…” Xie Qingshu almost blurted out everything about Lin Zhixia’s actions.

But remembering her promise to keep it secret, she swallowed the words back.

Mother Xie frowned. “Don’t know what?”

“Nothing. Just eat. Less talking at the table!”

Mother Xie: …

Early the next morning at around five, the entire Xie family got up. Their train was at 6:30. After washing up and walking to the station, the timing was just right.

When Xie Jingheng woke Lin Zhixia, she was still half-asleep and could barely open her eyes. He even helped her put on her clothes while she leaned against his chest.

Their destination was over a thousand kilometers away from Beijing. The green train ride took two full days and nights.

Because they woke up so early, Lin Zhixia fell asleep almost immediately after sitting down, resting her head on Xie Jingheng’s shoulder.

When she woke again, the daylight outside was bright, and the train was noisy and crowded—livelier than the busiest market.

The noise made her slightly frown as she rubbed her head in discomfort.

After adjusting to the light, she slowly opened her eyes.

The man had been watching her the whole time and immediately asked, “Awake? Are you hungry?”

Before she could answer, a surprised but joyful male voice came from diagonally across:

“Xia Xia! What are you doing here?”