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

Yi Zhonghai finished speaking with tears streaming down his face. His slightly flushed face was filled with disappointment, a look of an old man's heartache and indignation at his junior's incompetence.

These words were truly moving, bringing tears to the eyes of everyone in the courtyard, and instantly touching the hearts of all present. The neighbors who had gathered began to whisper among themselves, many showing expressions of sympathy. After all, in this era that values ​​collectivism, Yi Zhonghai's theories certainly had a strong following.

"The old man is right. Sha Zhu really went too far this time. Even if you disagree, you can't just hit someone like that."

"They've already been disciplined, yet they're still so arrogant; they really don't know what's good for them."

"To be honest, that old man was incredibly kind and considerate; if it were me, I would have left him alone long ago."

Seeing this, the deaf old woman slammed her cane on the ground repeatedly, saying, "My dear grandson, your uncle is doing this all for your own good! You can't be so heartless! What could we old folks possibly want from you? We just want you to be well, don't we?"

Her voice trembled with tears, but her old eyes remained dry as she stared intently at He Yuzhu, her gaze filled with malice and mockery, as if to say, "You little beast, let's see what you can do now!"

Qin Huairu stepped forward at this moment, tears streaming down her face, her voice choked with emotion, "Zhuzi, your uncle is only doing this for your own good, please change. From now on, I'll wash your clothes for you, let's still be like family, wouldn't that be better?"

"Yes, Zhu Zi, we know you're suffering inside, but you can't be so willful!"

"Quickly apologize to the old man, and this matter will be over."

"Everyone's doing this for your own good!"

Other beasts also chimed in, their cries of "It's for your own good" echoing in He Yuzhu's ears like demonic whispers.

He Yuzhu stood at the door, expressionless, but his eyes gradually became bloodshot and red. Those repeated "for your own good," those repeated "your sister," awakened the deepest painful memories within him and stirred up a torrent of resentment within his entire being.

In a daze, he seemed to return to that snowy New Year's Eve, huddled under the cold bridge, feeling life slowly slipping away. The biting cold was gradually stripping away his vitality, while those who had always said they were doing it for his own good had long since been served and were now enjoying their old age, smiling in their graves.

And what about those he thought were good to him? He gave everything for these bastards, and he couldn't even see his own son, He Xiao, off when he returned to Hong Kong—a final farewell. He gave up his last chance to reunite with Lou Xiao'e and her son, all for these ungrateful wretches.

What did we get in return?

To stop him from going into that shack and taking his last few hundred yuan, that beast Banggeng broke his leg. In the end, he froze to death under that bridge. When his soul returned to his trance, he vaguely saw that it was that despicable Xu Damao who collected his body.

This is both laughable and pathetic. These children, who were as close as family in their past lives and whom they raised with their own blood and flesh, are actually not as good as a petty person.

"For your own good," "For your own good"...

These voices echoed incessantly in his mind, stimulating his nerves and his soul. He Yuzhu's eyes were completely bloodshot, his whole body trembling slightly. With the last shred of reason, he forced himself to close the door with a bang.

Silence fell instantly outside the door; everyone was stunned. What was going on? Had He Yuzhu been so ashamed by Yi Zhonghai's words that he was now preparing to reform himself?

"See? I told you Zhuzi is reasonable." Yi Zhonghai smiled smugly, thinking his words had finally worked.

The crowd started discussing it, and they all thought it was pretty much true. Sha Zhu was so embarrassed by what they said that he was too ashamed to show his face behind closed doors.

Only Yan Bugui, that old codger, slowly took a step back. He felt that this closed door was very similar to the one that had been closed before Jia Zhangshi was hung up, and he felt a vague unease in his heart.

Inside, He Yuzhu leaned against the door, panting heavily, the bloodshot in his eyes growing increasingly intense. If he didn't vent his anger today, he might suffer a qi deviation. He forced a breath, trying to calm himself down quickly.

It seems that a big fight is no longer enough for them; they probably don't even feel the pain anymore after being slapped in the old faces of these beasts.

He needed to find a suitable weapon, one that could hurt people but wouldn't kill them.

He Yuzhu began searching everywhere in the room, turning everything upside down. Because he was too agitated, he couldn't find anything suitable; the ones he found were either too hard or too soft.

He Yushui slowly ate a duck pancake, and after glancing up, she roughly understood what her brother meant. She walked unhurriedly to a corner of the room, found a feather duster in a crevices, and silently handed it over.

He Yuzhu's eyes lit up when he saw the feather duster in his sister's hand. That's it!

He took the feather duster, in high spirits, and patted his little sister's head as a reward. This feather duster was a family heirloom of the He family. It was made of old bamboo soaked in tung oil, tough and elastic. He himself had experienced the stinging sensation when it hit someone, but it would not cause serious injury. It was a handy weapon.

Holding a feather duster, He Yuzhu instantly recalled a martial arts technique from a fragment of his memory: the Dog-Beating Stick Technique! With a quick glance, he understood it perfectly.

The door creaked open again.

When the beasts outside saw He Yuzhu emerge, they all assumed their plan had succeeded, and their faces lit up with smug smiles. Yi Zhonghai was even ready to give He Yuzhu a lecture, but their smiles froze completely before they could fully open, because they all saw the feather duster in He Yuzhu's hand!

"What... what do you want to do?" Yi Zhonghai involuntarily stepped back, and unpleasant memories resurfaced.

Standing at the very back, Yan Bugui, who thought himself safe, reacted the fastest. The moment he saw the feather duster, he turned and tried to slip away. He was shrewd and calculating, always believing that with Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and others holding the line ahead, he was invincible as he stood at the back.

But he miscalculated!

He Yuzhu's first target was the beast standing the furthest away. Otherwise, what if he attacked the one closest and the one further away ran away?

"You old dog, where do you think you're going!"

He Yuzhu shouted loudly, his figure moving like lightning, and in a few steps he stepped over the crowd. The feather duster in his hand swept straight at Yan Bugui's lower body with a whistling sound!

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the duster struck Yan Bugui's ankle precisely.

"Ouch!" Yan Bugui cried out in pain, feeling a piercing pain in his ankle. He lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud. His new glasses flew off and landed on the ground, where they were crushed to pieces by He Yuzhu's foot.

"He Yuzhu! How dare you..." Yan Bugui was both shocked and furious. His vision was blurred, and he could only wave his hands wildly.

"What wouldn't I dare to do? I'd beat you up, you old cunning dog!"

Then, feather dusters rained down from the side!

"Clap clap clap clap"

The sound of intense whipping was accompanied by Yan Bugui's pig-like screams.

"Ouch! Stop hitting me! It hurts so much! Help!"

"My butt! My legs! He Yuzhu, you're not human!"

Yan Bugui cried out as he crawled, his vision blurred and unable to see clearly, so he could only scramble around on the ground, looking like a fly with its head chopped off.