Chapter 220: Yan Jiecheng: I Will Marry Qin Huairu

Huaihua is an important prop for Qin Huairu to demonstrate her strong motherhood.

How could it be casually given away?

Really give Huaihua to First Aunt to raise.

Yi Zhonghai, taken away by the comrades, will surely cause trouble.

Qin Huairu also dares not give Huaihua to First Aunt.

Life is important.

I don't want to die.

This is the reason.

Although First Aunt concealed it extremely well, Qin Huairu still saw hatred in her eyes; this hint of hatred became even more noticeable when it fell upon Huaihua.

Under various factors.

Qin Huairu held Huaihua tightly.

Tears came first.

Jia Zhangshi's transmitted ultimate technique.

Regardless of right or wrong.

Through crying, place oneself at the height of the weak.

Accompanied by tears.

Qin Huairu's mouth began to exert force; a series of carefully considered words flew from her mouth into the ears of everyone present.

"Second Elder, Third Elder, First Aunt, neighbors, I, Qin Huairu, am not someone who doesn't know gratitude. I know you are considering me; what you say makes sense. Our family is truly in difficulty; giving Huaihua to First Aunt to raise is also a solution."

The hatred in First Aunt's eyes.

Has not diminished.

Has even increased greatly.

As long as Qin Huairu agrees to let First Aunt raise Huaihua, First Aunt will take Huaihua to see Yi Zhonghai; then Huaihua will be an important lever for her to threaten Yi Zhonghai.

"People's hearts are made of flesh; Huaihua is flesh that fell from my body. As a mother, how could I, just because of life's difficulties, give Huaihua to First Aunt to raise? I have decided that even if I have to eat chaff and swallow vegetables, I, Qin Huairu, will raise Huaihua with blood and sweat; I cannot let people stab me in the back and say her mother gave her daughter away; I cannot let Bangeng and Xiao Dang be unable to hold their heads high."

Seeing Qin Huairu's attitude so firm.

First Aunt also extinguished the thought of raising Huaihua.

Liu Haizhong then took the opportunity to announce the end of the Great Courtyard meeting.

Everyone went their separate ways.

As Shazhu walked to the door, a famous meme from later times suddenly came to mind.

Raising you with blood and sweat is equivalent to you growing up eating feces and drinking urine.

A smile instantly appeared on his face.

Yu Li mistakenly thought Shazhu had some good news; just as she stretched her head forward, before she could ask, she heard Yan Fugui noisily arguing in the front courtyard.

Words of encouragement.

It seems they also came to blows.

I don't know whether Yan Fugui hit Yan Jiecheng or Yan Jiecheng hammered Yan Fugui.

The couple hesitated a moment, then still appeared in the front courtyard with the crowd.

The sight before them truly left Shazhu and his spouse dumbfounded.

Yan Fugui held a kitchen knife horizontally at the doorway.

A posture of one man guarding the pass, ten thousand cannot open.

Before him was Third Aunt.

Tears streaming down her face, she clung tightly to Yan Jiecheng's thigh, urging earnestly, while Yan family's second son Yan Jiefang, third son Yan Jiekuang, and fourth son Yan Jie Di watched the three inside like spectators.

One sentence.

It's all Yu Li's fault.

Yan Jiecheng stubbornly took a liking to Yu Li, regardless of whether she liked him, he had decided on her.

He also didn't care that Yu Li knew Shazhu before, nor that Shazhu and Yu Li were mutually affectionate, nor did he consider that Yu Li didn't know him; he simply regarded himself as a barber's pole with one-sided enthusiasm and kept it in his heart.

In Yan Jiecheng's eyes, he and Yu Li had not become a couple; this is all the fault of Yan Fugui as a father, who, to save money, ruthlessly destroyed his own marriage.

He destroyed it once.

Now he wants to destroy it a second time.

On what grounds look down on Qin Huairu, on what grounds say Qin Huairu is unworthy to marry into their Yan family, on what grounds not let me marry Qin Huairu?

It happened that the Great Courtyard meeting was opening.

The neighbors were all present.

Yan Jiecheng's intention was, facing the neighbors, to personally propose to Qin Huairu, expressing his desire to marry her, and treating Bangeng, Xiao Dang, and Huaihua as his own.

He had just formed the idea.

He had not yet put it into practice.

Yan Fugui refused to go along.

Lao Kou is scheming, but anyway he is the Third Elder of the Siheyuan, a seventh-level teacher at the Yagangchang attached primary school, and considers himself from a scholarly family.

Marry a yellow-flowered maiden.

Yan Fugui raised both hands and feet in approval.

Marry the widowed daughter-in-law of the Jia family.

Yan Fugui disagreed a hundred times; not to mention him, not a single person in the Yan family agreed to this marriage.

Don't just look at Qin Huairu bumping into a pillar; in Yan Fugui's mind, her affair with Yi Zhonghai remains unclear; the Yan family says no matter what, they cannot marry a woman who violates wifely virtue, especially a widow bringing three small and one large four burdens; if it weren't for Bangchui not being here, marrying Qin Huairu alone would be like bringing five mouths; how much grain would that consume, how much cloth would be wasted.

Yan Jiecheng, I've said my piece; as long as I, Yan Fugui, am alive for one day, you'd better extinguish this thought.

Seeing the neighbors had all come.

The face-conscious Yan Fugui finally lacked the courage to utter Qin Huairu's name.

He felt somewhat ill at ease.

As the dignified steward of the Siheyuan, the Third Elder,

His face was completely lost.

This is intolerable.

"Eldest, what your father said makes sense; regarding your matter, Mother has never said a single 'no,' but on this matter Mother sides with your father; we can't act rashly in this muddle-headed matter. Mother knows you're angry; Mother here apologizes to you—please forgive Mother. That matter was Mother's fault, and also your father's fault, Eldest."

"Second Elder, neighbors, you've all come; please judge for me."

Yan Jiecheng became spirited.

His tone also became much more eager.

"I want to marry; I told my father and mother that I want to marry. Look at them: one holds a kitchen knife at the door, the other clings to my leg. Not marrying is wrong, marrying is also wrong. In the world, do you parents like this exist? You're always right, I'm always wrong."

Everyone felt puzzled.

As Yan Jiecheng's age gradually increased.

The Yan family had always been seeking a matchmaker to arrange a marriage for Yan Jiecheng.

How come Yan Jiecheng wants to marry, yet Yan Fugui and his wife absolutely oppose this marriage—could it be that the bride's conditions are poor?

"Old Yan, put down the knife; what are you doing brandishing it so late at night? If you have something to say, we could talk nicely—waving knives and brandishing guns, what sort of image is that? You're the Manager Elder."

Liu Haizhong assumed the posture of the top leader of the Dayuan.

He secretly felt delighted.

The Three Chief Stewards of the Siheyuan—Yi Zhonghai had an incident, Yan Fugui brandished a kitchen knife—yet Liu Haizhong, the Second Elder, had no fault at all.

"Old Liu, this is none of your business; this is a private matter of the Yan family. Neighbors, disperse; we'll handle our own affairs."

"Can you handle it?"

Yan Jiecheng gave a cold snort and stepped closer to Yan Fugui.

He was also a beast.

Shazhu, squeezed behind the crowd, clearly saw Third Aunt, who was clinging to Yan Jiecheng's leg, being dragged a step forward.

This matter.

This is not something a filial son could do.

"Take another step forward and I'll really cut you." Yan Fugui waved the kitchen knife in his hand, threatening his eldest son: "Stop."

Yan Jiecheng stepped closer again, his face showing a hint of madness, completely disregarding Yan Fugui, who brandished a kitchen knife.

He pointed at his own head.

"Come on, come on, hack here—today this marriage, I've already begged for it."

Yan Fugui truly could do something that would astonish the neighbors' eyes.

The kitchen knife in his hand.

Laying across his own neck.

"Eldest, I won't harm you—I'll harm myself. If you take another step forward, I'll send myself away, leaving you to bear the blame of driving your father to death."

"Eldest, Mother begs you—let's calm down, won't you quit being angry?"

Third Aunt was also anxious.

Seeing Yu Li in the crowd,

he appealed to Yu Li for help.

"Shazhu's wife, please persuade Jiecheng for me. This child resents us for not finding a matchmaker to arrange his marriage; he insists on angering us to death. He has set his sights on Qin Huairu of our Dayuan, saying she's a good woman and insisting on marrying her as his wife, without considering that someone like Jia Zhangshi—if Qin Huairu married into our family, could we have good days? Moreover, there's Bangeng, who constantly steals and pilfers; we cannot have such a child in our family."

Third Aunt, anxious as fire,

He truly regarded Yu Li as a lifesaving straw.

He blurted out the truth without holding back.

Yan Fugui, gripping the kitchen knife, threatened Yan Jiecheng with self‑destruction, his body swaying on the spot.

Shazhu worried Yan Fugui might accidentally hurt himself, stepped forward, and snatched the kitchen knife from his hand.

Looking at the crowd before him,

Yan Fugui felt embarrassed.

"Shazhu, Old Liu, you've made a laughingstock of us—our family's misfortune, our family's misfortune."

Among the onlookers,

A sound of drawing in cold breath arose.

Third Aunt's words left them somewhat doubtful.

Yan Fugui's words dispelled their doubts.

They all went numb.

They also felt the matter was becoming more and more interesting.

Not having heard Third Aunt say that Yan Jiecheng had taken a liking to Qin Huairu—regardless of whether Qin Huairu was a widow, had children, or was involved with Yi Zhonghai—he would marry none but Qin Huairu.

Marry Qin Huairu.

Is Yan Jiecheng ill?

Some have seen clearly that Yan Jiecheng is not sick; this guy is merely using the matter of marrying Qin Huairu to disgustingly retaliate against Yan Fugui and his wife.

A ruthless individual.

In order not to let his parents have an easy time, he sought for himself a green‑hat to wear.

The problem is.

Can he manage this?

Just as Third Aunt said, if you marry Qin Huairu, you first need to handle Jia Zhangshi's work; that nasty, shrewish Laoqianpo will definitely make you miserable every day.

……

Inside.

Several comrades talked with Yi Zhonghai about matters.

The hypocrite only gave a rough outline of the situation, but these accounts were utterly inconsistent with the facts. According to some people's view, since someone had already taken responsibility, they simply seized the chance to let it slide and turned the page.

You're good, I'm good, everyone's good.

Some people, however, held opposing views.

Their reasoning.

One is one, two is two; under no circumstances should one be treated as two.

Following the principle of seeking truth from facts, when discussing matters with Yi Zhonghai, we should verify certain situations as much as possible.

For example, the matter between Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu.

According to the information gathered by the comrades through visits, Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu were mutually willing, with no one forcing the other.

None of them are blind.

Fine white flour, though not eaten by oneself, must also be given to Qin Huairu; likewise, choice pork, lamb legs, and chicken were all dutifully sent to the Jia Family.

Within a little over a year to two years.

Qin Huairu's face bore a faint smile from beginning to end.

An anonymous neighbor leaked that since Qin Huairu began receiving Yi Zhonghai's aid, she smiled more, laughed more, and her body became plumper.

Such a phenomenon never occurred while Jia Dongxu was alive.

This happened inside the Siheyuan.

Inside the Yagangchang, it was roughly the same.

Yi Zhonghai took many pains to care for Qin Huairu, and Qin Huairu repeatedly spoke in public of his all-around goodness.

The comrades all shared a certain idea.

They thought Yi Zhonghai was very likely lying, taking certain matters upon himself, and there was also some inside story to Qin Huairu's pillar‑bumping incident.

This talk.

Let's see who has the slight edge.

"Yi Zhonghai, could you tell us about your affair with Qin Huairu? For example, how did you go against her wishes, and where did you bully her?"

Yi Zhonghai's heart.

Hung suspended in mid‑air.

This is a deadly question.

All right.

Huaihua is safe.

Not good.

Yi Zhonghai took Qin Huairu's hand and rushed onto the road to death.

A hint of solemnity appeared on his face.

How to answer.

How can one's answer echo Qin Huairu's?

Yi Zhonghai clearly knew that Qin Huairu must have told the comrades something, just as the comrades had just asked: where and what happened.

If their answers turned out to be wrong.

That would mean they go their separate ways.

They would both die.

"How come? Can't answer, or simply don't know how to answer?"

"Ah."

Yi Zhonghai let out a sigh; the solemnity on his face turned into guilt, and the expression in his eyes shifted faintly from bewilderment to guilt.

He lowered his head.

He gave the impression of being ashamed.

The elder comrade saw through Yi Zhonghai's intention to stall, slapped the table, then pointed at him, urging him to speak up quickly.

Given that the deed was done.

Yi Zhonghai could no longer avoid explaining.

As he opened his mouth to speak.

Yi Zhonghai suddenly recalled the scene of his first date with Qin Huairu.

It was a dark, windy night.

The Siheyuan lost power.

Jia Zhangshi wasn't there, Jia Dongxu wasn't there either, and the eldest aunt went to the rear courtyard to look after Long Laotaitai.

With favorable timing, location, and harmony among people all in place.

Qin Huairu came to Yi Zhonghai's door on the pretext of borrowing a candle; the two left his house together and entered the vegetable cellar.

Put yourself in another's shoes.

Consider things from the other's perspective.

If I were Qin Huairu, I would answer by telling certain people a half‑true, half‑false version of how we first met.

Will it work?

All in this one move.

Yi Zhonghai, with a gambler's mentality, recounted the story of his first date with Qin Huairu—time, place, and setting all identical—only reversing the sides of the friend‑foe relationship, turning mutual affection into his own bullying of Qin Huairu by relying on his status.

While speaking.

Meanwhile, he was also covertly sizing up the expressions on several comrades' faces with the corner of his eye.

Seeing their expressions grow increasingly solemn.

Only then did the stone in Yi Zhonghai's heart settle.

He won the bet.

Otherwise, the comrades before him would not have such expressions.

Several comrades, seeing that Yi Zhonghai's account matched Qin Huairu's, also let go of certain thoughts; the death of the deaf old lady was now pinned on Bangeng.