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

This celebratory announcement was written in one go; He Yuzhu hadn't even made a single mistake, and he had to admire his own writing skills. He was curious to see what kind of interesting expression Wang Xuemei, that old woman, would have on her face when she saw this announcement.

Just as he uttered the last word, and the great news was finally completed.

"Boom!"

Just as in legends, when a treasure of destiny is unearthed, extraordinary phenomena arise in the heavens and earth, a bolt of purple lightning streaks across the sky, followed by a deafening roar that instantly illuminates the entire courtyard as bright as day before plunging it back into darkness. The rolling thunder shook the windows of the He family's house, causing them to rattle.

He Yuzhu was terrified. "Did this fucking alter the course of history? Is God warning me?"

He feared no one, neither the old beast nor the likes of Wang Xuemei; in his eyes, they were nothing but a bunch of withered bones in a grave, and he had plenty of ways to deal with them. His only fear was that Heaven would come after him now. His great revenge was not yet complete, his sister's situation was not yet settled, and he himself absolutely could not afford to be harmed!

At the same time, the terrifying thunderclap also scared the people in the courtyard half to death, since many people were asleep at this time.

Lights were turned on in every house. This time, many people were starting to have doubts, their eyes involuntarily glancing towards Yi Zhonghai's house. Once could be a coincidence, but twice? And both times after they went to cause trouble for He Yuzhu? Although the little beasts in this courtyard weren't exactly benevolent, they weren't stupid. Everyone knew perfectly well who was in the right and who was immoral in the mess between the old beasts and He Yuzhu.

The fact that this has triggered a series of lightning strikes as a warning is something that makes one wonder.

"I think we really shouldn't do too many of these despicable things..."

"Yi Zhonghai keeps saying he's doing it for other people's good, but what he's really thinking, humph."

"It's best to stay away from them in the future, so as not to get tainted by their bad luck."

Having been publicly humiliated and beaten by He Yuzhu several times, especially after Director Wang from the neighborhood committee arrived and was equally helpless against He Yuzhu, further disgracing them in public, the old beasts' prestige in the courtyard had long since been negligible. This thunderbolt shattered what little they had left.

He Yuzhu forcibly suppressed his unease, strengthening his resolve. There was no turning back now; things had come to this point. Even if the heavens struck him down, or even the King of Heaven himself came, he had to post this celebratory news. A true man should act decisively when necessary; how could he be timid and hesitant in the face of adversity?

Lying in bed, He Yuzhu was wide awake, his mind racing with excitement, ready to do something big. Around four or five in the morning, just before dawn, He Yuzhu got up, left the He family home, locked the door, climbed over the wall in the front yard, and hurried towards the street office.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the subdistrict office, He Yuzhu carefully surveyed the surroundings to ensure no one was around. He then quickly pulled out a large congratulatory notice from his pocket, unfolded it, smeared the back of the paper with the paste he had prepared, and slapped it down in the center of the bulletin board, smoothing out all four corners of the notice.

Having done all this, he didn't linger. With a flash, he disappeared into the alleyway he had come from. The whole process was as fast as a ghost, leaving no trace.

Back home, I lay back down on the bed and glanced at the clock; it was still early. I decided to sleep a little longer and then just wait and see what happened.

. . . . . .

Wang Xuemei has had a very unpleasant experience these past two days.

That day, being publicly humiliated by He Yuzhu in the courtyard and forced to kneel and beg for mercy was an utter disgrace. Although she immediately issued a gag order to the four security guards after returning home, what secrets can there be? With so many people watching in the courtyard, and even people from the neighboring courtyard climbing over the wall to watch the commotion, how could this possibly be kept secret?

In less than a day, the news spread. Keep in mind, she wasn't the only one in the subdistrict office; the Party Secretary was above her, and three deputy directors were watching her closely. The story reached the district level that very day! Although she vehemently denied it, she was still summoned by district leaders, severely reprimanded, and ordered to write a profound self-criticism.

That evening, her husband, who worked in the city, slapped her more than a dozen times. He finally managed to appease the district leaders and get them to drop the matter.

"You idiot! You're more trouble than you're worth! How many times have I told you to use your brain?! You're going to go head-to-head with a three-generation farmhand for some lonely old woman in a courtyard house? Is your brain filled with shit?! Do you know how big of a mess this is? Do you know how serious the consequences will be if it really blows up? I'm telling you, cut ties with that deaf old lady immediately! If you ever get involved with her again and cause trouble, don't blame me for being ruthless and cutting all ties with you."

Wang Xuemei covered her face, unable to express her bitterness. How could she not want to cut ties with that old geezer? But he had dirt on her, and if things really came to a head, he might spill all the beans. Not only would her position be in jeopardy, but her husband might also be implicated! But she dared not speak, fearing that her husband would divorce her and sever all ties with her.

In less than two days, Wang Xuemei, physically and mentally exhausted, seemed to have aged ten years, yet she still had to force herself to be on time at the subdistrict office. She also had to figure out how to write this self-criticism to deal with the subdistrict office secretary's difficult questions and the superiors' inquiries.

As soon as they reached the entrance of the subdistrict office, they saw a large crowd gathered in front of the bulletin board, their voices trembling. Several subdistrict office staff members stood on the periphery of the crowd, looking panicked. Wang Xuemei and all the leaders in the subdistrict office were thankful that in those days, the general public's awareness was not very high, and the social atmosphere was far less strict than it would become later. If it were a few years later, upon seeing the notice, the scene would probably have spiraled out of control on the spot, instead of just people watching the spectacle and pointing fingers.

He frowned, displeased. What kind of behavior was this, with so many people gathered around the neighborhood office? He called out to the nearest staff member, "Xiao Li, come here. What's going on? What's posted up there?"

When the clerk named Xiao Li saw that it was Wang Xuemei, his eyes instantly became complicated. He could only bite the bullet and come over to report, stammering, "Director, I'm not quite sure about this either. You'd better go and see for yourself."

Wang Xuemei sneered inwardly, a surge of anger rising within her. It was truly a case of a tiger fallen into the plains being bullied by dogs; now even a lowly clerk dared to disregard her! She'd settle the score with this brat once she saw what he was really like!

Suppressing my anger, I pushed through the crowd and struggled to get to the notice board. My eyes fell on the large white sheet of paper in the center, covered with writing in black ink.

Before I even finished reading it, my mind went blank, and I fainted.