Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

He Ping'an sometimes felt quite resentful, especially after hearing Liu Rusi's words. Why was it that someone else was considered a womanizer for marrying one wife every three years, while he was considered to have hindered his career advancement for only marrying three wives in his entire life?

He was never confused about matters of love and power; he was never ambiguous about right and wrong. Alas… he still didn't stand high enough! Without seeing a sufficiently high vantage point, how could he have so much romance?

"What's wrong?" Liu Rusi snuggled closer to He Ping'an, as if she could keep her beloved by her side.

"It's nothing..." He Ping'an jokingly recounted some romantic escapades.

"Slap!" Liu Rusi slapped away the mischievous hand.

"Hmm...?" Although He Ping'an "failed" this time, it was not something a little woman could resist.

"Slap! Slap!" Two slaps landed, and Liu Rusi's peach blossom eyes welled up with tears. She glared at her lover and then struck a difficult yoga pose. He Ping'an stared in stunned silence for a while... Another scene of spring in the room!

After the passion subsided, He Ping'an still used his skillful movements, and this time he was sure he wouldn't "mistake"! He Ping'an was satisfied with Liu Rusi's growth; at least now she wouldn't ask him what he was doing anymore.

"You filthy scoundrel!" Liu Rusi snuggled closer to He Ping'an, savoring the last few days of tenderness.

For the next few days, He Ping'an lived like royalty. Every day, a seductive enchantress would rub against him, and he would occasionally have to wear various business suits. He Ping'an enjoyed himself more and more, and Liu Rusi became more and more alluring.

Ping'er would occasionally complain that little He Muxi was often hungry and always making a fuss. He Ping'an suggested calling him Nezha, and from then on, the little boy had a nickname!

As the departure date drew closer, Liu Rusi became increasingly clingy, even neglecting her beloved son. The end result was that He Ping'an left with slightly unsteady steps, while Liu Rusi remained fast asleep.

At night, He Ping'an shushed Ping'er, kissed the baby's cheek, covered him with a blanket, refused Ping'er's offer to see him off, and quietly left alone.

In the bedroom, the scent of lovemaking had not yet dissipated. Liu Rusi, still asleep, shed tears that slid down her cheeks, wetting the pillowcases that had been shared by the two of them!

He Ping'an's departure had no impact on anyone except Liu Rusi. However, the news of George's death successfully dominated both mainstream and tabloid newspapers…

New York State Assemblyman George and his wife Emma Rockefeller, in the heat of passion, both died together. As for the $100 million that vanished, who knows the truth besides those who both died shortly afterward?

After another two weeks of travel, He Ping'an finally returned to the courtyard house that had been loyal to him at the end of 49. Along with He Ping'an, a ship full of machinery and rocket launchers also arrived at his post.

As for why only a dozen or so Chinese crew members arrived at the port, and why an Indian-looking man drifted from the Indian Ocean to the Pacific coastline, who would make a fuss about a few dead people during a time of war?

Returning to Beijing, He Ping'an truly felt as if he had lived through another world. The smooth roads, the clean streets, and the spontaneous smiles on the faces of the people all spoke of the arrival of a new world!

He Ping'an took out a blank promise from the lake and strolled around with great interest, finding it quite reminiscent of the fiery era.

"Brother Ping An is back! Quick...quick, make way for Brother Ping An!"

He Ping'an stopped and looked Liu Haizhong up and down with curiosity, then said jokingly, "Traitor Liu, what's wrong? Can't find a patron who appreciates your talent and want to go back to your old ways? The Communist Party doesn't tolerate that!"

"Eh..." The ingratiating smile in his bangs froze for a moment, then replaced with even more obsequious flattery:

"Brother Ping An, I've been educated and reformed, I'm a new person now!"

"Indeed, he's even less human!" He Ping'an said mercilessly, looking at the fat pig blocking the aisle: "Get lost, a good dog doesn't block the way!"

Liu Haizhong glanced at the neighbors watching the commotion, his face flushed red. But when he met He Ping'an's cold gaze, he stammered a few words and ultimately didn't dare to continue the argument.

As He Ping'an stepped into the Intermediate People's Court, he heard Jia Zhangshi's unique storytelling: "Old Jia..."

"You've been wailing since I got back. Do you want to go down and keep Old Jia company, Jia Zhangshi?"

He Ping'an glared at Jia Zhangshi, who dared not utter another sound. An old sow jumped into the water and pulled Jia Dongxu into the pigsty!

"Get lost if you don't want to die!" He Ping'an walked right past Yi Zhonghai, who was wearing a fake smile, without even giving him a glance.

After overcoming numerous obstacles, He Ping'an finally pushed open the gate to the He family's house. He saw no one, and the door wasn't locked. With a long sigh, He Ping'an turned and went into the backyard.

"Uncle He..." "Brother Ping An is back..." The Xu family father and son smiled less casually than before.

"Hmm!" He Ping'an nodded, his attitude much better than those three.

"Xiao Su... Xiao Su!" Little Yushui, who was playing at the door of the deaf old lady's house, rushed over with her short legs.

He Ping'an put on a warm smile and scooped up the little leg. He gently tapped the little nose. "It's Uncle, not Little Su!"

"It's Xiao Su, not Uncle!" Xiao Yushui mimicked her uncle's tone, speaking ironically.

Upon entering the room, the deaf old woman and her goddaughter Li Guifen were chatting, while He Daqing was cooking and He Yuzhu was watching and learning to cook.

"Uncle, this is my little brother!" Before anyone else could speak, Xiao Yushui pointed at Li Ze'an, who was playing on the bed, and called out.

He Ping'an's smile faded slightly. He glanced past He Yuzhu and surveyed the three people in the room. "Yes, not just Li Ze'an, all the children in the courtyard are your brothers!!"

Upon hearing He Ping'an's words, the three deaf women froze. Only He Yuzhu remained dumbfounded, his neck stiff:

"Uncle, no! My dad said Ze'an is our biological brother, and our relationship is different from others!"

"Uncle, can my brother do it too?" Xiaoyushui continued the previous topic.

My son Yushui has been smart since he was a child!

He Ping'an glanced at He Yuzhu, then met Xiao Yushui's gaze with a gentle smile: "Of course!"

"No, Uncle! Why?" He Yuzhu shouted in disbelief.

"Because you're a fool!"

Too lazy to bother with this big fool anymore, He Ping'an greeted the three of them and carried the little girl to find her Aunt Xiangxiang!

After He Ping'an left, He Daqing lowered his head, not daring to look Li Guifen in the eye. Li Guifen, however, looked at him and smiled reassuringly:

"It was agreed upon long ago, I was just greedy! It's alright, Great Qing..."

"Alright, young He made it very clear back then, it was just that I, the old lady, was greedy!" The deaf old woman sighed. "Raising someone from scratch is definitely different from watching them grow up! Sigh..."