Chapter 252: Qin Huairu wants to make use of the heinous act

The expression on Qin Huairu's face.

Ferocious and terrifying.

She was fiercely engaging in an internal ideological struggle.

Kill Jia Zhangshi?

Or not kill Jia Zhangshi?

The words of the two little figures in her mind grew increasingly filled with a desolate, vicious aura; under the influence of this vicious aura, Qin Huairu's appearance became ever more dread-inducing.

Finally, in her mind.

It turned into a voice.

Kill her!

Only by killing Jia Zhangshi could Qin Huairu have a good life, truly fulfilling her long-held wish to be the mistress of the household, unlike now, where she earns a little money and still has to split half with Jia Zhangshi.

Even despite such arduous effort.

Jia Zhangshi not only failed to appreciate Qin Huairu's efforts, but also put on an air of self-satisfied complacency, and went to great lengths to obstruct Qin Huairu's remarriage.

Truly shameless.

You lack benevolence.

I lack righteousness.

Qin Huairu believed she had already shown benevolence and fulfilled righteousness toward Jia Zhangshi; faced with Jia Zhangshi's unreasonable harassment, she could only resort to harsh measures against the old widow.

The dilemma facing Qin Huairu.

How to send Jia Zhangshi away.

She certainly couldn't end up like Yi Zhonghai, who silenced his own disciple yet still couldn't avoid being sent away.

Either don't do it.

If you do it, it must be foolproof.

Qin Huairu's eyes just kept watching Jia Zhangshi outside the window, who was constantly putting on the act of a good mother-in-law in front of the neighbors, and a hint of disdain flashed across her face.

She watched the neighbors lose patience with Jia Zhangshi and leave one by one, only then shifting her gaze from Jia Zhangshi to the interior arrangement.

Just a moment ago.

A strange idea surfaced in her mind.

She was considering Jia Zhangshi, and also needed to make use of this little house before her.

She didn't know whether the interior arrangement had been rearranged by someone, or whether the house's orientation differed from the old one; everywhere Qin Huairu looked, things seemed novel.

"Eh!"

Qin Huairu let out a call.

Her gaze was also drawn to the photo of Long Laotaitai on the wall.

At a glance, it was clearly the handiwork of kind-hearted neighbors, who, knowing full well that Long Laotaitai was dead beyond death, deliberately left her photo in the house, and even feared the Jia family wouldn't see it, so they hung it on the wall.

This photo gave Qin Huairu a strange feeling.

When Long Laotaitai was alive, the portrait on the photo had a vitality; after her passing, that vitality turned into a deathly air, and the light in the eyes faded.

Faintly, the sound of Jia Zhangshi cursing in the street could be heard.

"These damned bastards have no sense of neighborly loyalty; knowing full well that someone died in this house, they insist on forcing our Jia family to live here. I, the old woman, curse them to die out!"

House of the dead.

Ominous house!

Watching Jia Zhangshi push the door and enter, Qin Huairu suddenly had an idea.

Speaking of which.

She actually ought to thank this detestable, aggravating mother-in-law before her; without her, there would be no plan to kill.

"Mom!" Qin Huairu deliberately added fuel to the fire, "Can you lower your voice a bit? The neighbors heard."

Like a tied-up dog.

Tied with a rope, ferocious beyond endurance.

Release the rope, cowardly beyond endurance.

Jia Zhangshi is now in such a state; if Qin Huairu didn't advise her, it would be fine—she figured a few complaints would end it—but this advice immediately had the effect of adding fuel to the fire, and the volume of her street cursing rose considerably.

"If the neighbors heard, what can they do? At worst they'll drive our Jia family out of the siheyuan; we Jia family won't go anywhere, we'll just wait at the siheyuan gate to see whose face gets lost, and then talk about entering a civilized siheyuan—nonsense. Is there a civilized advanced siheyuan that would move our Jia family from the original house to this house of the dead?"

"Wah!"

Huaihua cried very timely,

Even if she didn't cry.

Qin Huairu would also try every means to make her cry nonstop.

Because this matter concerns whether Qin Huairu can remarry.

"Mom is here, mom is here, Huaihua don't cry, don't cry, mom is here, mom won't leave, staying happily with our Huaihua."

"Cry, cry, cry, you still have the face to cry— a wild child of the Yi family, I'll whip you if you cry."

"Mom, don't scare her—I just feel something's off."

Jia Zhangshi shuddered.

Looking at Qin Huairu.

"It's indeed off—our Jia family originally lived in the central courtyard, now we've been forced into the rear courtyard; how could it be right?"

"Mom, I didn't mean that; I mean this house—why does it feel a bit off?"

A hint of fear appeared on Qin Huairu's face, her gaze continually wandering around.

People scare people.

Scare someone to death.

Ghosts might not scare you to death, but people definitely will.

Jia Zhangshi already had the idea that living in a haunted house was unlucky; coupled with Qin Huairu's fairly vivid performance, it really made her feel a bit uneasy.

She no longer had the thought of scolding in the street.

It extinguished the thought of being hostile toward Huaihua.

She said to Qin Huairu, "Huaihua, don't scare Mom; Mom is timid."

"Mom, I'm not trying to scare you, but I feel something is really off. Huaihua, you know, she was fine at our place before, didn't cry much, but after moving to the rear courtyard less than three hours ago, she's cried several times. I heard people say that young children can see things we adults can't. Could it be that the deaf old lady never actually left?"

Jia Zhangshi's scalp went numb.

In a hazy moment.

She actually felt that someone was secretly watching her.

Her heart skipped a beat.

What Qin Huairu said can't be true, can it?

Otherwise, given the nature of those scoundrels in the Siheyuan, how could they allow the Jia family to live in the deaf old lady's house? One is in the central courtyard, one in the rear courtyard; the two houses differ.

The old house of the Jia family in the central courtyard is located on the west side, with an area of thirty-five square meters, divided into inner and outer rooms; the inner room is fifteen square meters, serving as the bedroom, and the outer room is twenty square meters, divided into kitchen and living room.

When Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu first got married, the young couple slept in the inner room, while Jia Zhangshi slept in the outer room, with a cloth curtain drawn between them.

The deaf old lady's house in the rear courtyard is located on the north side, with better lighting than the Jia family's old house and a larger area; it is still divided into inner and outer rooms, the inner room being fourteen square meters and the outer room twenty-three square meters, separated by a wooden lattice.

The outer room's twenty-three square meters were further divided into two parts: the middle part is the kitchen and living room, occupying twelve square meters, with an eleven-square-meter small partition beside it.

Qin Huairu brought the child to live in the larger inner room, while Jia Zhangshi lived alone in the smaller outer room.

No longer needing to do as in the old house, Jia Zhangshi each morning would move the bedboards she slept on in the outer room to one side, and at night when sleeping she would lay them out again.

The deaf old lady's house outperforms the Jia family's old house in every aspect.

Such a good house.

Those scoundrels in the Siheyuan, who would eat people and not spit out bones, surely wanted to seize it for themselves, yet now they gave the good house to the Jia family and left the Jia family's bad house vacant.

Jia Zhangshi initially couldn't figure it out.

Now, after Qin Huairu's reminder.

She suddenly understood.