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

He Yuzhu came home a little late today. Secretary Tan spoke with him this afternoon, and unsurprisingly, the core of the conversation was compensation.

After clarifying the facts and dealing with the relevant personnel, the district and the steel rolling mill also need a plan that can appease him, the victim and troublemaker, while also calming the storm as soon as possible and minimizing the impact of this matter.

On behalf of the organization, Secretary Tan Jin formally notified He Yuzhu of his appointment as deputy director of the steel rolling mill canteen, temporarily acting as a worker, with an administrative rank of 24. He would personally introduce He Yuzhu at an appropriate time. The condition was that the matter be dropped, and He Yuzhu must not pursue it in any further form.

He Yuzhu agreed without hesitation. The compensation was even better than he had expected. Being a deputy director of the canteen, even if it was a temporary position, meant he had officially entered the ranks of cadres, albeit at the lowest level, but his status was already different. This protective layer was crucial for his future in the courtyard and beyond. As for the various exchanges of benefits between Tan Jin and the district, that was none of his concern.

After work, in high spirits, He Yuzhu went to the market and bought more vegetables than usual, plus some braised vegetables, planning to celebrate with his sister that evening. From cook to deputy director of the canteen, this wasn't just a promotion, but a leap in social class, deserving a sumptuous dinner.

When He Yuzhu returned to the courtyard gate, he sensed something was amiss. First, the usual Old Pick-Nose family wasn't there blocking the gate, which was unusual. Did they know Old Pick-Nose had been punished and were crying inside? He also wondered what kind of punishment Yan Bugui had received at school; it couldn't be any lighter than what Yi Zhonghai and the others had received, could it?

As he was thinking this, he stepped into the courtyard. None of the neighbors he encountered along the way gave him a kind look. Especially those whose family members had been punished for spreading rumors; their eyes were filled with resentment, after all, He Yuzhu was the root of all this.

Before even reaching the Intermediate People's Court, I heard a commotion coming from there. I frowned, knowing it couldn't be anything good, and also worried about my sister, so I quickened my pace towards the court.

A crowd had gathered in the courtyard, all watching the commotion from the direction of the He family's residence. Upon seeing him return, the crowd immediately parted to make way, all wearing expressions of schadenfreude. Meanwhile, the scene outside the He family's gate was extremely lively.

The entire Yan Bugui family of six came out. The eldest sister, Yang Ruihua, sat on the ground, holding her two younger children, Yan Jiedi and Yan Jiekuang, in her arms. They were sitting on the ground slapping their thighs and wailing, basically saying that He Yuzhu had ruined her whole family and that they were about to die, and that they wanted the neighbors to stand up for them.

Yan Bugui, along with his two sons, Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang, were desperately banging on and kicking the door.

"Open the door! He Yushui, you little bitch, open the door! What kind of skill is it to hide inside?" Yan Jiecheng cursed the most fiercely, kicking the door hard with each foot, making a "bang bang!" sound.

Yan Bugui was also pounding on the door with his fists, yelling, "Little brat? Open the door and let us in! If you don't give us an explanation and compensate us for our losses today, this isn't over!"

The He family's door was tightly shut, and there was no sound from inside. He Yushui was clearly frightened by the scene and didn't dare to open the door.

On the periphery of the crowd, Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, those two old beasts who had just been labeled and should have kept their tails between their legs, were actually standing there, looking like they didn't care about making things worse.

He Yuzhu was instantly enraged. It seemed this lesson wasn't nearly enough; those old bastards still couldn't grasp the situation, daring to gather a group and come to his door to bully his sister?

He strode quickly through the crowd and came directly behind the Yan father and son. Yan Jiecheng had his back to him, raising his foot to kick the door again, muttering curses, "You little good-for-nothing, if you don't open the door, I'll come in..."

Before he could finish speaking, a large hand grabbed him from behind by the back of his neck and yanked him backward!

Yan Jiecheng had no idea what was happening; he was suddenly sent flying.

He Yuzhu's other hand was not idle either, and he slapped Yan Bugui across the face as soon as Yan turned his head!

"Slap! Slap!" Two huge fists, one on the front and one on the back.

Yan Bugui's head tilted to the side, and his newly fitted glasses fell to the ground, where He Yuzhu stomped on them and shattered them. At the same time, another blow to the back of the neck sent Yan Jiefang flying as well.

In the blink of an eye, of the three men from the Yan family, two were lying on the ground, completely disoriented, while the third had been slapped twice in the groin and quickly retreated to his own camp.

"My glasses..." Yan Bugui ran back to Yang Ruihua's side, only then realizing the pain in his eyes. How many pairs had been broken already? They must have cost at least ten yuan! He felt an even stronger hatred for He Yuzhu, vowing to make him pay!

Yang Ruihua, who was sitting on the ground howling, lost her mind the moment she saw her husband and two sons being beaten again. Releasing her child from her arms, she scrambled to her feet and lunged at He Yuzhu like a madwoman. Her arms were outstretched, her nails sharp; she was more shrewish than any other woman, more like Jia Zhangshi than anyone else.

"He Yuzhu! You heartless bastard! You've driven my whole family to the brink of despair, and now you dare to hit us?! If you don't let my family live, I'll fight you to the death..."

He Yuzhu had no qualms about hitting women, especially the women of his enemies. Before his claws even reached her, his right hand swung in a wide arc, aiming a massive blow at her ugly face!

"Snapped!"

Yang Ruihua was spun around twice by the slap before falling to the ground. Half of her cheek swelled up instantly, and her brain completely shut down, leaving her unable to even scream.

"Mom!" Yan Jiecheng had just recovered when he saw his mother being beaten. His eyes immediately turned red, and he became wicked. He grabbed a rolling pin that he had brought with him and pounced on He Yuzhu.

They're getting physical!

He Yuzhu mentally gave Yan Jiecheng a thumbs up. It was indeed not enough to just fight a few big battles. Now, this opportunity had been delivered to their doorstep.

He extended his right hand to block the rolling pin that Yan Jiecheng hurled at him, giving Xiao Koubi a slight advantage. But then a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he kicked Yan Jiefang squarely on the outside of his knee.

A sharp "crack!" rang out, clearly audible to everyone in the crowd, sending chills down their spines. Those looking at He Yuzhu were even more terrified; had he really broken someone's leg with a kick?

"Agh! Agh! Agh!" Yan Jiecheng let out a pig-like scream, clutching his twisted and deformed left leg, and collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain. His kneecap was broken!

The entire courtyard was deathly silent once more. Only Yan Jiefang's heart-wrenching screams echoed. The onlookers were even more terrified. He Yuzhu's ferocity far exceeded their expectations! Before, it was just slapping people, but now it had escalated to breaking legs. Such a scoundrel had emerged from the No. 95 courtyard. What were those old guys thinking? Did they really think they could take advantage of someone who had no descendants? Perhaps they were just asking for trouble.