The Courtyard House: He Yuzhu Returns with Boundless Hatred for Revenge

(This chapter needs to be stored away because it's a bit crazy and nonsensical. It was written when I was mentally unstable, so serious people should be careful.)

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At this moment, Wang Xuemei appeared as weak and helpless as a young wife facing a group of burly men alone in a dilapidated temple in a remote mountain village.

Her henchmen had already vanished while she was in a daze.

"Doctor, my stomach hurts, I need to go to the toilet."

"Director, my 80-year-old mother is in the hospital, I need to go see her as soon as possible."

"director.."

This is practically a battle of gods, leaving mortals to suffer. They don't want to get involved, even if it's their boss who gets dragged into this mess; at worst, they'll face some trouble later. Anyway, it's a secure job, and they can't fire me. Compared to this life-or-death situation, it's insignificant.

Wang Xuemei was on the verge of tears, making a final struggle: "Comrade He Yuzhu, I really know I was wrong. It was my mistake at work, and I was biased and believed others. I am willing to apologize to you."

"Too late!" He Yuzhu roared, "You corrupt official!"

He looked around, finally pointing at Yi Zhonghai and the other two. "These old bastards are the ones who want to seize my He family's house and bleed me dry! You came here with a gun to back them up without even asking what happened, you're completely in cahoots with them! You're a villain hiding among the people! Today I'm going to expose you to your face and make sure you have nowhere to hide!"

The three old bastards were terrified when they heard He Yuzhu put the hat on their heads. The nearby residents scattered with a "whoosh," creating a vacuum around the three of them.

"No, I didn't."

"You are it."

"I am not."

"You are it."

"Ah! No!" Wang Xuemei screamed, clutching her collar tightly with both hands, looking like a virtuous woman about to lose her chastity. "Please, let me go! I'll do whatever you want..."

"Pah! Daydreaming! I don't want someone like you! Utterly delusional! I'm cutting ties with you!"

At this moment, He Yuzhu was in full theatrical mode, acting like a male lead in a model opera (of course, model operas hadn't been released yet). His eyes darted back and forth seven or eight times, as if he were making a firm decision and forging ahead without hesitation. Suddenly, he leaped onto the stone steps in front of the He family's house, looking down at Wang Xuemei with a wave of his hand, his voice booming like a bell.

"Ha! Today, I, on behalf of the people, will punish you!"

"Ahhh!" Wang Xuemei finally broke down completely. She frantically tore at her hair with both hands, her hairstyle instantly becoming a mess, with a few strands sticking to her tear-streaked face. She knelt on the ground and wailed in agony.

"I am guilty! I was wrong! I beg for forgiveness!"

Her face was covered in snot and tears, her collar was open, and she had lost all the dignity of a neighborhood committee director. She looked exactly like a respectable woman who had just been violated.

The entire courtyard fell into an eerie, deathly silence. Every single neighbor who had gathered stood frozen in place, like wooden figures. The three old bastards, in particular, were utterly dumbfounded, thinking they'd encountered a ghost.

Everyone was exchanging frantic glances. Had something sinister gotten into this courtyard? Was this some kind of ghostly maze or reality? Why did it look like a theatrical performance? The neighborhood committee director was forced to kneel and confess on the spot by a few words from Sha Zhu? Could anything be more outrageous than this?!

He Yuzhu stood on the steps watching all this, and secretly exclaimed "Awesome!"

However, he'd had enough of the drama for today and thought it best to stop now, lest he actually drive a neighborhood committee director insane. That would be a Pyrrhic victory, with no benefit whatsoever. Of course, he also knew that Wang Xuemei might be faking her madness. In any case, whether she was truly insane or not, this farce should end.

He raised his hand and pointed at the three old beasts, Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and Yan Bugui.

"You three old bastards, what are you standing there for? Can't you see that the director you invited is a bit out of her mind? Hurry up and come over here and figure out a way to bring her back to her senses! I don't have time to waste here with her, I'm waiting for dinner at home."

His voice broke the atmosphere in the courtyard, and everyone seemed to come back to life, taking a deep breath. The three old beasts exchanged glances, but still ran over; after all, if anything happened to Director Wang today, they would all be in deep trouble.

Liu Haizhong, driven by ambition and a deep-seated awe of his superiors, was both anxious and distressed to see Wang Xuemei in this state. He recklessly pointed at He Yuzhu and berated him.

"Silly Zhu! What kind of sorcery did you use to trick Director Wang? Let me tell you, if anything happens to Director Wang, you will be in deep trouble."

"Fatty Liu, you're really something! You promote feudal superstition on one hand, and you dare call me 'Silly Pillar' on the other? You're asking for a beating!"

"Clap clap clap clap!"

Four large slaps landed on his fat face, making him spin halfway around and lose his bearings.

Liu Haizhong covered his face, tears streaming down his face in humiliation. He turned away, stammering and not daring to utter another word.

"Damn it! A bunch of useless trash! What good are you guys?" He Yuzhu looked at them with disdain. "They're just delirious, haven't you heard of Fan Jin passing the imperial examination? The best way to deal with this kind of madness is to slap them hard! A few slaps and they'll be sure to come to their senses immediately!"

As he spoke, he ignored everyone else, including Wang Xuemei, whose eyes showed a hint of fear, and went straight to her.

"Clap clap clap..."

He slapped her seven or eight times in a row! The sound was crisp and clear, echoing in the courtyard, making everyone's hearts pound.

"No, stop hitting me! It hurts!"

Wang Xuemei finally couldn't take it anymore, wildly waving her hands to block, even pleading for mercy.

He Yuzhu then stopped, a hint of mockery in his voice, "See? He's sober now, isn't he? What did I tell you? This big 'forceful fight' really works, isn't it?"

Wang Xuemei covered her face, the pain bringing her back to her senses and making her fully realize the reality. This He Yuzhu before her was a devil, a devil with impeccable political connections and an uncanny understanding of policy! Such a person was simply terrifying.

Overwhelmed by intense humiliation and pain, she had only one thought: get out of this hellish place! Get out of this scourge!

"Ah! This courtyard is terrifying, it's full of demons! I'm never coming back! Waaaaah..." Whether she was genuinely traumatized or just putting on an act to escape, Wang Xuemei covered her face with her hands, didn't even look back, and rushed towards the courtyard gate, leaving behind a group of stunned residents. She just left like that? Is she even coming back for dinner?

"Tch, a neighborhood committee director? He's more like a dog, utterly pathetic. Let's eat."