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

The person Yi Zhonghai least wanted to see right now was He Yuzhu. This man, whom he had schemed against but who had turned on them instead, was practically his mortal enemy. Seeing He Yuzhu standing arrogantly at the He family's door, smoking a cigarette, exuding a reckless and mocking air, Yi Zhonghai felt his blood boiling.

The more successful the other party became, the more it highlighted Yi Zhonghai as a complete joke! He himself went from being a highly respected elder, a dignified sixth-level fitter at the steel rolling mill, and a morally upright gentleman whose reputation spread throughout Hongxing Street, to losing everything overnight. He lost everything and was labeled a rightist, becoming the object of everyone's scorn. All of this was thanks to He Yuzhu!

At that moment, he wished he could pounce on this ingrate and die together with him, so he could avoid being endlessly humiliated by others every day!

Of course, this is just wishful thinking. How could someone who would scheme against others to the point of extinction just to ensure they have four dishes to eat after death and to be cared for in their old age have the courage to die with them? Better to live a miserable life than die a good death; even if the future is incredibly dark, he never had the thought of ending his own life.

"He Yuzhu! You, you, don't push your luck! I'm your elder, I watched you grow up. You're such a domineering neighbor, showing no mercy at all. If word gets out, people will talk behind your back."

"Tch!" He Yuzhu scoffed. "Old man without descendants, so what if I bully you? I took the day off today just to wait for you to come back. I just wanted to know one answer: you, Yi Zhonghai, have schemed your whole life, resorting to any means to exploit others' children. In the end, will you really get your comeuppance? Does God have no eyes? Will He let a filthy, rotten-hearted person like you be childless?"

"Retribution?!" These were the two words that Yi Zhonghai feared most deep down at that moment. Upon hearing them, he reacted violently, screaming, "He Yuzhu, you're promoting feudal superstition! Be careful, or I'll report you! Besides, I, Yi Zhonghai, have always acted with integrity and a clear conscience! Why should I fear these petty slanderers!"

"Upright and honest? Hahaha! Yi Zhonghai, you've already been branded a traitor, and you're still talking to me about being upright and honest? You despicable bastard, your whole family will be childless and your descendants will be wiped out! This is the consequence of your filthy heart and rotten lungs! Now you've got your karma, haven't you? You're firmly wearing the hat of being childless and your descendants will be wiped out! Aren't you happy?"

"Shut up!" Yi Zhonghai's mental defenses were completely shattered by this barrage of insults, and his eyes turned red. He Yuzhu had repeatedly cursed him for being childless and without descendants, which had always been taboo for him, something anyone who touched would die. He never expected to be humiliated like this by He Yuzhu today, and in an instant, old and new grudges overwhelmed him, and he lost his mind.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

He lunged at He Yuzhu without hesitation! Unfortunately, the difference in strength was too great, and the outcome was decided very quickly.

Bang bang bang!

In less than half a minute, Yi Zhonghai was completely knocked to the ground, only able to curl up his body, desperately protecting his head and face with his hands, rolling on the ground and screaming in agony.

Just then, Zhang Guifen stepped into the courtyard. She had clearly bought a lot of nice things, carrying large bags and small packages, which attracted a flurry of discussion from the surrounding residents. It was obvious without asking; judging from their expressions today, it was clear who was the one who wasn't laying a child.

As soon as Zhang Guifen entered, she saw Sha Zhu beating up an old man, a routine he always performed. She was stunned for a moment, but recovered after a few seconds. Ignoring Yi Zhonghai, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, she walked straight towards her door.

He Yuzhu, with his sharp eyes, noticed that Zhang Guifen was carrying quite a few nice things. He stopped what he was doing, dusted himself off, and whistled at Zhang Guifen.

"Oh my! Aunt Yi's back? What's the occasion today? You bought so much good food! Look at this, pork belly, old hen, wow! And Fenjiu liquor! This is really good stuff! What great occasion do you have to celebrate? Tell us so we neighbors can share in the joy!"

Zhang Guifen didn't stop walking, nor did she turn around. She simply ignored them and continued walking towards her door.

"Hey, no way! Aunt Yi, how about coming over for dinner tonight? You know how good my cooking is! I promise I'll use all my skills to cook you a delicious meal! I'll even have your niece, Yushui, have a couple of drinks with you, and we can all have a good time. What do you say?"

Hearing He Yuzhu's words, Zhang Guifen couldn't help but grit her teeth, but she didn't respond. She simply opened the door and went into the inner room. In her opinion, He Yuzhu wasn't a good person either. Although Yi Zhonghai had lied to her her whole life, Sha Zhu was equally hateful. Otherwise, Yi Zhonghai would be earning around eighty yuan a month as a sixth-grade worker, and she would have received a penny of that money.

Essentially, Zhang Guifen had long been assimilated by Yi Zhonghai. Zhang Guifen played a crucial role in filling in the gaps in Yi Zhonghai's schemes. There were hardly any good people in this courtyard, including He Yuzhu.

Snowflakes fluttered down, the north wind howled, and the world was shrouded in a vast expanse of white.

A sprig of plum blossom stands proudly in the snow, its banner of morality never falling.

I, Yi Zhonghai, have no regrets; this ambition will live on forever.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, with snowflakes as white as goose feathers swirling in the air. Yi Zhonghai lay on his back in the snow, his face covered in bruises, but he didn't react at all. He just stared blankly at the sky, as if questioning the heavens and denouncing the injustice, wondering why he had ended up like this.

The neighbors just stood by watching the commotion; no one offered to help him, and no one spoke up for him. These days, anyone associated with the word "right-hand man" is doomed. A beating is a beating; as long as no one is killed or maimed, it's not a big deal.

At this moment, Zhang Guifen came out of the house again. Holding a jar of paste and a piece of paper, she went straight to a wall in the middle courtyard, brushed on some paste, and then, with a snap, stuck the paper on.

After doing all this, he turned around and went back into the house, without ever glancing at Yi Zhonghai.

What's that? The residents all crowded around. The sight immediately caused a huge uproar.

"It really is Yi Zhonghai's problem."

"He always acts all high and mighty, calling others barren hens, but it turns out he's the real castrated rooster."

"He Yuzhu was absolutely right. He appears virtuous on the surface, but he's just a hypocrite. Ugh, what a piece of trash."

At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to Yi Zhonghai in the snow. Those gazes held a mixture of disdain, schadenfreude, and scheming... and so on.

"Awooooo!"

Two streams of tears flowed from Yi Zhonghai's eyes. Feeling the strange looks around him, he finally couldn't bear the humiliation any longer and lay down on the ground, bursting into tears. The scene was as tragic and desolate as that of an old dog howling after being driven out of its home.