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

"Hmph...that's not what you said back then. What's the use of playing innocent now?" Hearing this, Qin Huairu, who was getting dressed, paused and spat at Yi Zhonghai. "You're just a hypocritical old rogue, what are you pretending for..."

Qin Huai's words, intended as a way to vent her emotions, inadvertently struck at Yi Zhonghai's true nature. Having been touched upon by a village girl, Yi Zhonghai's face instantly darkened. He threatened in a deep voice:

"Don't forget, we're in this together now. You'll still need me to make a good life for you in the future..."

If they had a falling out before the wedding, Qin Huairu would only be subject to gossip, and Yi Zhonghai would be a rapist, destined to be shot. Now...? A married woman will only be seen as an adulterer, and neither of them will have a good ending.

The balance of power shifted, and Qin Huairu was even at a disadvantage because she needed Yi Zhonghai's money!

"You...you shameless old scoundrel!" Qin Huairu cursed, her fingers trembling, but her voice was kept extremely low.

"Hmph..." Yi Zhonghai snorted coldly, his eyes filled with smugness. "If you don't want to live a good life, then keep cursing. You're the one suffering anyway; I don't care!"

"Get out...get out of here!"

"This is your living expenses for this month. Think carefully about the rest yourself!" Yi Zhonghai took out a wad of cash from his pocket, threw it on the bedside, and turned to leave.

Carrots and sticks—a common tactic used by dog ​​trainers. Heh... hopefully, it won't backfire!

Glancing at Yi Zhonghai's departing figure, Qin Huairu's eyes flashed with humiliation and helplessness. Seeing Jia Dongxu already showing signs of waking up, she deftly put away the money.

Then, she quickly stripped Jia Dongxu naked, took out a small porcelain bottle that she had prepared beforehand, and sprinkled blood of unknown origin on their respective locations.

She then found the medicine powder that Yi Zhonghai had given her that day, poured it into a water glass, and gently coaxed the drunk Jia Dongxu to drink it all. Thus, Jia Dongxu, in a state of semi-consciousness, completed their wedding night in a daze.

Even though everyone had long since left and the courtyard was deserted, Yi Zhonghai, who had come out of the Jia family's house, still wore his usual honest smile. However, as he passed the He family's door, his eyes flickered, revealing a deep-seated hatred.

The hatred of killing his father and stealing his wife; though one after the other, they are equally significant! Not to mention the endless pointing fingers and whispers; how could that old bastard Yi Zhonghai possibly let it all go? He's just waiting for the right opportunity!

The next day, Madam Jia Zhang got up early and knocked on the Jia family's door. Upon entering, she went straight to the wedding bed. Seeing the bloodstains on the sheets, she pursed her lips and muttered a few words, but her expression softened considerably. Of course, this didn't stop her from establishing the rules…

From then on, a graceful washing machine appeared next to the water tap in the courtyard. No one knew where the Jia family got so many dirty clothes; they washed them morning and night. During peak water usage times, the washing machine was always bustling with activity.

As time went by, the fervor surrounding Qin Huairu's marriage into a courtyard house faded. The common folk continued their petty scheming and infighting, occasionally joining forces to plot against others!

It was New Year's Eve again, and as usual, Yi Zhonghai took his things to the Jia family for a meal and drinks.

It's unclear whether Yi Zhonghai's childlessness was contagious or if the excessive dosage of medication that night affected Jia Dongxu's performance. In any case, Qin Huairu, who had been married for over half a year, showed no signs of pregnancy.

This intensified Jia Zhangshi's already dislike of her, making her torment her even more. Fortunately, Jia Dongxu's initial enthusiasm hadn't worn off, and he chimed in at the right time. Yi Zhonghai also frequently offered private "comfort," saying that Qin Huairu's life was still manageable.

After the meal, Jia Dongxu was flushed and his neck was red from drinking, and Yi Zhonghai was also a little tipsy.

"Alright, that's enough!" Yi Zhonghai staggered to his feet and swayed towards the door. At this moment, Jia Dongxu was too drunk to get up, and Jia Zhangshi was too sleepy to keep her eyes open, so the task of escorting them naturally fell to Qin Huairu.

Qin Huai smiled apologetically at Yi Zhonghai, first helping Jia Dongxu to bed, then settling Jia Zhangshi down. Only then did she follow behind Yi Zhonghai, escorting them home.

"I missed you so much..." After closing the door, Yi Zhonghai pulled the person into his arms, completely different from his drunken state just now.

Qin Huairu feigned modesty as she rolled onto the bed with Yi Zhonghai, not forgetting to remind him, "Be gentle, don't worry, I just put something in the water. The Jia family mother and son won't be opening their eyes until dawn..."

Qin Huai spoke casually, and Yi Zhonghai listened naturally; it was obvious at a glance that this adulterous couple had done plenty of dirty things in their daily lives.

In just six months, a somewhat cunning eighteen-year-old girl became a Pan Jinlian, drugging her husband's family to have an affair. Qin Huairu's learning ability is terrifyingly strong!

After their passion subsided, the two shameless lovers exchanged blatant sweet nothings. Qin Huairu suddenly propped up her chin, a hint of sorrow flashing across her face.

"Old Yi, I've been married to Jia Dongxu for over half a year now, and he's been putting in a lot of effort on me. Tell me, why isn't my belly showing any signs of pregnancy yet?"

You saw it the other day, that old hag Jia Zhangshi actually made me wash clothes with cold water. If I don't get pregnant soon, who knows what other ways that old hag will try to get back at me?

Yi Zhonghai stroked Qin Huairu's smooth skin and chuckled. "You went to the hospital the other day, and you're fine. If anything's wrong, it's Jia Dongxu's health. What are you panicking about? If it really comes to that..."

Having learned from past mistakes, Qin Huairu, who hadn't conceived in over half a year, had long since begged Yi Zhonghai to take her to the hospital for a checkup. Fortunately, she was healthy; otherwise, Jia Dongxu might have been unlucky enough to take the blame…

Yi Zhonghai hesitated for a moment, but ultimately made no further move. Qin Huairu, however, was unwilling to accept the offer so easily. Staring into Yi Zhonghai's eyes, she pressed him for an answer:

"If all else fails, what should we do?"

Yi Zhonghai grunted twice, "If it really doesn't work out, just divorce Jia Dongxu! What are you going to do with that good-for-nothing who can't have children, stay there and be Jia Zhangshi's maid?"

"And then what?" Qin Huairu's eyes subtly revealed anticipation.

"After that..." A master marrying his apprentice's wife is such a disgrace. Yi Zhonghai chuckled, tightening his grip. "What do you think...?"

"Ugh...?" Qin Huairu rolled her eyes seductively after getting the answer she wanted, and bent down to serve Yi Zhonghai.

In the middle of the night, after checking the situation, Yi Zhonghai waved back into the house. Having just emerged from her warm bed to face the cold wind, Qin Huairu wrapped her cotton-padded coat tighter around herself and staggered back to the Jia family home.

"Huff...huff!"

Looking at the Jia family mother and son snoring loudly, Qin Huairu curled her lips in disdain. She was prepared for the difficulties of being a city daughter-in-law. But she hadn't expected her mother-in-law, Jia Zhangshi, to be so despicable…

She does all the housework—laundry, cooking, cleaning—without fail, yet the old hag is still finding fault. Well, then don't blame her for siding with Yi Zhonghai. At least…

Qin Huai felt the thick red envelope in his pocket, and his sense of security increased considerably. Everything else was fake; only the money in his hand was real!