Chapter 138: with translation of chapter title

Go die!

If you die, I'll get Dong Xu a virgin bride!

A virgin who properly observes widow's chastity and does not fool around with Dong Xu's master!

Jia Zhangshi's icy cursing turned into an icy blade, stabbing into Qin Huairu's body. It made Qin Huairu's lingering hope of the Jia Family as a family harbor, the schemer's heart, suddenly turn cold.

The bitterness in her heart perhaps only Qin Huairu herself knew; seeing the righteous indignation, seeing herself as if seeing the arch-enemy's wicked mother-in-law Jia Zhangshi, the schemer made up her mind: since you, Jia Zhangshi, insistently claim that I, Qin Huairu, this daughter-in-law have ruined your Jia Family's reputation and have hooked up with Jia Dongxu's master Yi Zhonghai, then I might as well make the rumor true and give your Jia Family a big green hat.

Qin Huairu was forced to turn dark; her mindset underwent a qualitative change in a few seconds, making it impossible for her to die as Jia Zhangshi said. If she hanged herself first, Jia Zhangshi would then arrange a new bride for Jia Dongxu; other women might refuse, but that little widow who fools around with Jia Dongxu would surely marry. Moreover, she now thought of revenge on the Jia Family, extinguishing the idea of hitting her head against a wooden post; since it was just an act and she knew the outcome, she couldn't be bothered to keep acting.

The schemer began to sob softly.

Turning dark is turning dark.

Putting a hat on the Jia Family is just putting a hat on the Jia Family.

At this moment, such a scene.

One must still try to wrap things up as much as possible.

Just acting pitiful.

Qin Huairu suddenly realized that seeking death or life as a tactic was far less effective than her own routine of softly sobbing to feign helplessness and pity.

She felt as if she had discovered a new continent; in that instant, her horizons widened, letting Qin Huairu understand that as a woman, as long as she lets go of so-called face and desperately acts helpless before men, she can maximally stir those men's desire to protect women.

Wuu wuu wuu… wuu wuu wuu.

Not speaking.

Just cry, using crying to show one's innocence.

"Crying, still have the face to cry? My old lady isn't dead yet, what are you crying for? You've done something sorry to our Jia Family, and crying settles it? I tell you, Qin Huairu, no way, this matter is a no-go."

Jia Zhangshi raised her voice, meaning to let not only the Siheyuan residents hear the Jia Family's scandal, but also the neighbors of several nearby Dayuan hear Qin Huairu and Yi Zhonghai's scandal.

"Several times, my old lady woke up at midnight, found you, Qin Huairu, not lying in bed, and after a long while you came back from outside, saying you went to the toilet. My old lady asks you, Qin Huairu, in front of the neighbors, tell me what toilet you used, how could you go from midnight 12 to after 1, sometimes to 2, even pulling bricks would come out."

The neighbors exploded.

A woman running out in the middle of the night to spend over an hour in the toilet.

Obviously there's a problem.

Those who originally believed Jia Zhangshi's words believed them even more.

"You say you didn't fool around with Yi Zhonghai, but my old lady asks you: on the fifth of last month, also at night, you still used the toilet excuse, yet my old lady personally saw you talking with Yi Zhonghai through the glass—you started crying, then Yi Zhonghai's hand drooped onto your shoulder, then you put your head against his chest, you're shameless, you even hugged."

Those people around.

They all became energetic.

No wonder Jia Zhangshi spoke so confidently; having discovered their affair, the only puzzling thing is why Jia Zhangshi didn't shout it out on the spot but instead held it until now to say.

"Qin Huairu, you still say you and Yi Zhonghai are pure? This is your purity? A disciple's wife and a disciple's master, in the dead of night behind people's backs, cuddling and hugging— isn't that putting a green hat on our family's Dong Xu? Or are you saying Yi Zhonghai has become your toilet, Qin Huairu, and you go to the bathroom on him every time?"

Shocking revelations came one after another.

The sixth and sixteenth of the month before last, the fifth, fifteenth, and twenty-fifth of last month, and the ninth, sixteenth, and twenty-second of this month—all were times Jia Zhangshi discovered Qin Huairu and Yi Zhonghai together in the dead of night.

Shazhu counted on his fingers and learned from Jia Zhangshi's leak that Qin Huairu and Yi Zhonghai basically had to meet three or four times a month, their meetings always in the late night when all was quiet; no wonder Jia Zhangshi thought that way—if it were him, Shazhu, he'd have to speculate the same.

Qin Huairu didn't speak.

Shazhu just wanted to know how Yi Zhonghai would smooth this over.

After several secret meetings in the late night, this situation must have left even the eldest aunt helpless; if it were just bringing steamed buns to help, one could still find a pretext of kind assistance.

Jia Dongxu didn't die.

The mother-in-law kept watch.

"Yi Zhonghai, you secretly meet Qin Huairu several times a month—what does that mean? Even if there's no problem, it becomes a problem."

Shazhu turned his gaze toward Yi Zhonghai.

The hypocrite looked utterly bewildered, truly not knowing how to explain.

The matter is true.

The key is that there is no fact of the two fooling around together as Jia Zhangshi claimed.

Yi Zhonghai accidentally came upon Qin Huairu crying in the late night; at first he mistook it for a ghost, then realized Qin Huairu was lamenting her miserable plight in the Jia Family—the mother-in-law looked down on her and said nothing, and even her husband Jia Dongxu was outside fooling around with a widow.

She felt her world collapse all at once, with no one to confide in, so she thought to seize the quiet night, sneak away from people to sob and vent her dissatisfaction.

As a result, Yi Zhonghai bumped into her.

The hypocrite was the matchmaker for Qin Huairu and Jia Dongxu, and also Jia Dongxu's master.

Qin Huairu felt there was no need to hide anything, and also used Yi Zhonghai's mouth to warn Jia Zhangshi and Jia Dongxu; she poured out her grievances to Yi Zhonghai.

After hearing her, Yi Zhonghai offered a few words of comfort to Qin Huairu.

What Jia Zhangshi saw—Yi Zhonghai's hand drooping onto Qin Huairu's shoulder—was Yi Zhonghai comforting Qin Huairu; as for Qin Huairu putting her head on Yi Zhonghai's chest and sobbing, that scene…

The atmosphere had arrived.

Some things are inevitable.

It amounted to the meaning of a father-daughter relationship.

Jia Zhangshi didn't know these things; in her mind, Yi Zhonghai hugging Qin Huairu was just fooling around, just putting a green hat on the Jia Family's head.

No matter how Yi Zhonghai explained, Jia Zhangshi wouldn't believe it, and the neighbors wouldn't either.

The hypocrite's reasons are worthless before the so-called facts. You say you have no relation with Qin Huairu, so why do you hug her in the dead of night, several times a month? Why does Qin Huairu not hug others but only you, Yi Zhonghai? You say Bangeng isn't your son, so why isn't Bangeng curly-haired?

Yellow mud fell into the pants.

It's not feces, but it has become feces.

The pitiful, helpless Yi Zhonghai, under Jia Zhangshi's verbal accusations and the neighbors' disbelieving gazes, arose with the exact same thought as Qin Huairu.

Damn your grandpa.

You actually say I, Yi Zhonghai, have an affair with Qin Huairu? Unacceptable; I, Yi Zhonghai, will do as you wish—I'll damn well have an affair with Qin Huairu.

The chaotic thoughts, under the idea of wanting to wreak havoc on Qin Huairu and give the Jia Family a big green hat, unexpectedly gradually calmed, and the threads also became much smoother.

The false gentleman silently scanned the crowd, with an air of "I, Yi Zhonghai, can't be bothered to explain to you," and when his peripheral vision unintentionally swept over Qin Huairu, he tried to take in as much of her facial expression as possible; for some reason, perhaps Qin Huairu's expression shocked the false gentleman, causing his heart to race wildly in an instant, as if he had sensed something.

No way!

Yi Zhonghai dared not imagine, and could not even imagine.

At this moment, Yi Zhonghai was pretty much like that despicable villain who wanted to do bad things.

Uneasy.

Anticipation.

Conflict.