Chapter 248: Jia Zhangshi Wants to See the Yan Family

Received two slaps.

Facial pain is one thing.

Heartache is another matter.

Originally it was to stand up for the goddess, to teach that unreliable husband of the goddess a lesson, and take the opportunity to curry favor in front of the goddess.

Flattery landed on the horse's hoof.

Yan Jiecheng's inner depression is easy to imagine; looking at it like a volcano that has been building up for days, it is clear that the critical point of eruption has arrived.

He steeled himself.

He went all out.

He shouted at Jia Zhangshi.

"Jia Dame, why are you in the back courtyard? I just went to the middle courtyard of your house looking for you, and found several locks on the door—what's going on?"

The neighbors immediately became intensely interested.

Regarding Yan Jiecheng's announcement that he would marry Qin Huairu, they were all witnesses.

If you ask who the hottest topic is right now!

Qin Huairu!

Even now at the Yagangchang factory, people are still asking whether Qin Huairu has any relation with Yi Zhonghai, whether it's really as rumored outside—that Yi Zhonghai forced Qin Huairu, and Qin Huairu had to endure humiliation for the sake of the Jia family.

These neighbors of the siheyuan.

It amounted to obtaining firsthand information.

Tomorrow, upon arriving at the Yagangchang factory, it will again be the rhythm of being pursued and flattered.

Only a fool would try to stop it.

Because during those days when Yan Jiecheng announced he would marry Qin Huairu, Jia Zhangshi and Bangeng were both locked up in the place; she was unaware and didn't know about this.

Upon seeing Yan Jiecheng, she subconsciously thought of Yan Fugui, and of how Yan Fugui had started it, persuading everyone to drive their Jia family out to the back courtyard.

A few points of resentment welled up in her heart.

Damn Yan Fugui; if it weren't for him, the neighbors wouldn't have known that the Jia family had money, and in the future they wouldn't be able to bleed everyone dry.

Jia Zhangshi's tone in her reply was not pleasant.

"Do we need to give you, Yan Jiecheng, a heads-up before locking our door?"

After receiving Jia Zhangshi's retort, Yan Jiecheng stared blankly for more than ten seconds.

What he cares about is Qin Huairu.

As for Jia Zhangshi,

Only a dog would give her face.

He clenched his fists, about to give Jia Zhangshi two hard punches, but thinking of the matter of marrying Qin Huairu, he still needed Jia Zhangshi to speak, so he dispelled the idea of punishing her, and his clenched fists relaxed as well.

"Jia Dame, look at what you're saying—your house is your own; whether you lock it or not is none of anyone else's business."

"You already know, yet you still ask?"

Another retort.

Spittle sprayed all over Yan Jiecheng's face.

"Jia Dame, what on earth is wrong with you?"

"Yan Jiecheng, let me tell you: the Jia family has now moved into the back courtyard, into the room of the deaf old lady." A kind neighbor cleared up Yan Jiecheng's confusion: "As for the middle courtyard room, it's currently empty, and it's locked out of worry that the Jia family might move back in—this idea was your father's."

Yan Jiecheng froze on the spot.

He never expected that, after just one day away from the siheyuan, such a thing would happen inside.

He saw Jia Zhangshi's resentment toward him.

The enemy's enemy is one's own friend.

Jia Zhangshi resents Yan Fugui, and he himself has the idea of using marriage to Qin Huairu to take revenge on Yan Fugui.

They must join forces.

An even more crucial point.

Yan Jiecheng discovered that he suddenly had nowhere to live; after venting his anger just now and being blown by the night wind, he realized his situation: he had no house, still needed to find a place to live, still needed to find a decent job, and now he makes a living by doing odd jobs.

"Jia Dame, Yan Fugui is Yan Fugui, I Yan Jiecheng am Yan Jiecheng; I have already severed the father-son relationship with Yan Fugui at home just now."

Just an ordinary sentence.

It turned into a thunderclap.

Everyone present was completely bewildered.

Severing the father-son relationship.

Fortunately Yi Zhonghai is dead; if he were present, he would surely be heartbroken, for the hypocrite constantly longs for a son, yet Yan Fugui drove his son straight out the door.

Drama.

It's becoming more and more worth watching.

"Yan Jiecheng, what nonsense are you spouting? Can a father-son relationship just be severed like that?"

Just now, when Yan Jiecheng stood up for Yu Li and wanted to teach Shazhu a lesson, Liu Haizhong wanted to show off his authority in front of the neighbors; but considering that this might give Shazhu and his wife a bad impression, he let the idea drop.

The matter of the Yan family severing the father-son relationship.

It created an opportunity for Liu Haizhong to show off.

Also because Yan Fugui wasn't even present.

Liu Haizhong stepped forward to act as the mediator.

"Blood ties are there—can they be cut? I just felt something was off; you Yan Jiecheng have been drinking, right?"

"I haven't drunk!"

Everybody was delighted.

That was a bit of an overstatement.

Everybody's bodies started to sway, and some sharp‑nosed people even smelled the alcohol on Yan Jiecheng—a stronger smell than that on Shazhu and Xu Damiao.

Is this how someone who hasn't been drinking behaves?

"I can smell the alcohol, you can't even stand steady, you've had too much to drink—go home and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, get up and do what you need to do, apologize to your father, back down, let everything pass. If you can't let go of your pride, I can step in and mediate."

Liu Haizhong waved his hand.

"Neighbors, let's disperse."

Nobody moved.

Watching the show.

The neighbors are all professionals.

Even if they left.

They'd still have to wait for Yan Jiecheng to leave first.

Even the protagonist isn't leaving—what right do the onlookers have to go?

"Second Uncle, no no no, now you should be called First Uncle."

Yan Jiecheng's tone was very calm, forming a stark contrast with the alcohol all over him.

"I've been drinking, but does drinking automatically make you drunk? There's a saying: 'Drunk but clear‑hearted.' I'm perfectly clear‑headed—I know what I'm doing, I know what I'm saying, I know what I've heard. The words about severing the father‑son relationship weren't mine first; they were my father Yan Fugui's. He's already cut ties with me, so why am I still clinging to the Yan family, just to call him 'dad'?"

Everyone knows what's going on with the Yan family's drama.

From Yan Fugui's perspective.

Think about it seriously.

Understand Yan Fugui's helpless move.

Marrying anyone wouldn't be bad.

Why insist on marrying a widow with a terrible reputation?

Bring her home.

The Yan family is still the Yan family.

Everyone looked at Yan Jiecheng as if he were an idiot.

Just Jia Zhangshi, who didn't know the truth, kept beaming with delight.

What a good partner.

Yan Fugui announced he would sever ties with Yan Jiecheng; to Jia Zhangshi, this was a good thing—she blamed the Jia family's move to the rear courtyard on Yan Fugui.

Everyone blamed Yan Fugui.

"Yan Jiecheng, don't be afraid, my old woman supports you—if we're cutting ties, we cut ties; who's afraid of whom? You're the Yan family's foremost man; if this gets out, the laughingstock will be Yan Fugui himself. Tomorrow I'll go out on the street to boost Yan Fugui's reputation—what a fine eldest son, to say he doesn't want it and then not want it—what kind of father is he? Let's have the neighbors judge."

"Jia Zhangshi, can you stop meddling? What do you know? You know nothing—why are you interfering?"

"His eldest uncle—I can't stand to watch, alright?"

"Jia Dama, you're great—I, Xu Damiao, am convinced for the first time."

"You don't even bother to see who my old woman is."

Jia Zhangshi held her head high.

Like a victorious rooster.