Courtyard House: Inheriting the Restaurant, the Jia Family Wants to Get It for Free

"Cheng Shuhai!"

Like an enraged bull, Jia Dongxu roared and charged towards Cheng Shuhai.

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was contorted with rage; he looked like he wanted to devour someone.

"If you hadn't taken our house, my mother wouldn't have suffered a stroke from the stress!"

"If it weren't for you, how could our family have become like this? You heartless bastard! Give me back my mother! Give me back my home!"

Jia Dongxu went berserk, swinging his fist to punch Cheng Shuhai in the face.

Cheng Ling'er was startled by his fierce appearance, her face turned pale, and she clung tightly to her brother's leg.

Cheng Shuhai's eyes turned cold. He pulled his sister behind him and easily dodged Jia Dongxu's fist by turning to the side.

And then he slapped Jia Dongxu across the face, making Jia see stars and even spit out a tooth.

Everyone who saw it felt embarrassed.

The accompanying police officers also frowned.

"Jia Dongxu, are you out of your mind?"

Cheng Shuhai's voice was calm, but it carried a chill to everyone's ears.

"What does your mother's stroke have to do with me? She brought it on herself! If she hadn't tried to freeload off my banquet, would any of this have happened?"

"If you hadn't been as stupid as a pig, being used as a pawn to hire people to vandalize my shop, would you have ended up in a labor camp? Would your mother have had a stroke from the shock of having to go in because of your 'filial' son?"

With each sentence Cheng Shuhai spoke, Jia Dongxu's face paled a little more.

"Everything you've done is your own doing, step by step! Now that things have gone wrong, you're trying to pin it on me? Have you no shame?"

Cheng Shuhai's words were like a knife, each sentence piercing Jia Dongxu's heart.

Everything he said was true.

But Jia Dongxu has lost his mind. He can't listen to any reason. All he knows is that the person in front of him is the enemy who destroyed everything for him!

"I don't care! It's all your fault! I'll fight you to the death today!" Jia Dongxu roared again as he lunged forward.

"stop!"

The two police officers standing nearby immediately stepped forward, one on each side, and firmly held onto Jia Dongxu's arms.

"Behave yourself! If you dare to lay a hand on me again, your crime will be compounded!"

One of the police officers shouted sternly.

Jia Dongxu was held up and unable to move. He could only stare at Cheng Shuhai with his bloodshot eyes, cursing incessantly.

Cheng Shuhai ignored him completely, only giving a cold glance to Yi Zhonghai, who was standing to the side with an ever-changing expression.

"Were you fooled? Used as a pawn?"

Cheng Shuhai's words just now were pointed.

The people in the courtyard weren't fools; following his gaze, they all understood what was going on.

Many people's eyes were subtly glancing at Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

This is what he fears most!

Cheng Shuhai, that kid, has such a sharp tongue! He stirred up trouble for himself with just a few words.

He has to get the situation under control right away!

"Dongxu! You bastard!"

Yi Zhonghai, his face dark, strode over and began to berate Jia Dongxu.

"Look at the state you're in now! Daring to act wildly in front of the police! You've made your own mistakes, yet you show no remorse and still dare to cause trouble and implicate others!"

His words were righteous and eloquent, filled with the deep sorrow and indignation of an elder for a younger generation.

"Cheng Shuhai is right! From beginning to end, it was your Jia family's own fault! You have no one to blame but yourself for ending up like this!"

Yi Zhonghai shifted all the blame onto Jia Dongxu, completely absolving himself of any responsibility.

Jia Dongxu was stunned by his scolding and couldn't quite process it.

Why is Master now speaking up for Cheng Shuhai?

The neighbors in the courtyard were all dumbfounded.

Yi Zhonghai's attitude changes so quickly! He was all concerned about his apprentice just a moment ago, but now he's turning on him so badly?

Only Cheng Shuhai stood by, arms crossed, watching coldly.

He knew that Yi Zhonghai, that old fox, was about to begin his performance.

Sure enough, after scolding Jia Dongxu, Yi Zhonghai put on a pained and helpless expression and sighed to Cheng Shuhai and the surrounding neighbors.

"Sigh, this child, he's been spoiled rotten by his mother since he was little because he didn't have a father. Now that something's happened, he's completely out of his mind."

He turned to Jia Dongxu and said earnestly, "Dongxu, I know you're feeling bad right now. Your mother is sick, and you're worried. Your master understands that."

"But the more critical the moment, the calmer you need to be! Will arguing with Cheng Shuhai here cure your mother's illness? Will it get you out of the labor camp? No!"

"Your most important thing right now is to get the money to the hospital to treat your mother! Then, you should reform yourself on the farm and try to get out as soon as possible! That's the important thing!"

Yi Zhonghai's words were a combination of persuasion and persuasion, and were both reasonable and well-founded.

Jia Dongxu's mind, which had been clouded by anger, gradually calmed down.

Yes, Master is right.

Fighting Cheng Shuhai head-on won't solve anything.

The most urgent task is to save his mother.

Seeing that Jia Dongxu's emotions had stabilized, Yi Zhonghai knew that the time was right.

He patted Jia Dongxu on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "How much money did you take?"

Qin Huairu whispered in response, "Master, there's only a little over 200,000 left at home..."

"Two hundred thousand? How can that be enough!" Yi Zhonghai frowned. "Hospitalization, medication, treatment—all of that costs money. With your mother's current condition, this amount of money is practically worthless in the hospital!"

Qin Huairu's tears fell again.

Jia Dongxu lowered his head even further.

Seeing their despair, Yi Zhonghai took a deep breath and made a "major decision".

"Zhaodi!" he called to his wife, turning around. "Go home and get that tin box from our cupboard!"

Tan Zhaodi paused for a moment, but still said "Oh" and turned to go home.

The people in the courtyard watched curiously, wondering what Yi Zhonghai was going to do.

Soon, Tan Zhaodi came out with a rusty tin box.

Yi Zhonghai took the iron box and opened it in front of everyone.

Inside were stacks of banknotes bundled together with strips of paper.

He counted out a thick stack of cash, a full 500,000!

"Dongxu," Yi Zhonghai said heavily, stuffing the money into Jia Dongxu's hand, "Take this 500,000 yuan for emergencies! Your master's wife is not in good health, and you need to keep some money at home. This is all I can do for you for now."

"Master..."

Jia Dongxu looked at the heavy banknotes in his hand and was deeply moved.

"Master, I..." Jia Dongxu's eyes reddened instantly, and his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, unable to utter a single word.

"Stop talking." Yi Zhonghai waved his hand, his face showing the loving kindness of an elder. "You are my only disciple. If I don't help you, who will? Don't worry, just focus on reforming yourself in there. As for the family, your master's wife and I will take care of things. Your wife won't go hungry!"

That last sentence was spoken with resounding force.

"Master!"

Jia Dongxu could no longer hold back. He knelt down in front of Yi Zhonghai with a "plop," hugged his legs, and burst into tears.

"Master! You're like my own father! When I get out, I'll serve you like a slave and take care of you for the rest of my life!"

He is now completely grateful to Yi Zhonghai and utterly devoted to him.