Chapter 363: An Jiahe: Jia Zhangshi, Give Me an Explanation

The stepfather that Xiao Dang spoke of.

Naturally, this refers to Qin Huairu's current husband, An Jiahe.

In the past one or two years.

It's unclear whether Jia Zhangshi is more cunning, or An Jiahe is deeply scheming, or Qin Huairu sits firmly like a fishing terrace; the two brats, Bangeng and Xiao Dang.

They started calling An Jiahe "stepfather".

Outsiders might not care.

But hearing it in Shazhu's ears,

yet he faintly felt a sense of familiarity.

Is there any difference between a stepfather and a silly dad?

No.

Deep down, there still lingers the Jia family's various contempt for An Jiahe.

Either Jia Zhangshi or Qin Huairu, the one thing they haven't considered clearly is that this lifetime's An Jiahe is far from the previous lifetime's Shazhu.

They will resist.

Unlike Shazhu, he believes whatever Jia's old lady and Qin Huairu say without condition.

Otherwise, how could one explain Xiao Dang's behavior of kneeling before them, desperately pleading for help?

There's no need to specially discuss it.

Shazhu, Liu Jianguo, and Yu Li, the three adults, instantly unified their thoughts and opinions: to delay this matter as much as possible.

Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi together can be called the two major tumors of the siheyuan.

If An Jiahe were to step in and discipline Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu, it would be equivalent to doing the siheyuan residents a favor of eliminating violence and preserving peace.

The residents would all loudly praise it as righteous.

An Jiahe was cuckolded; the woman's side brought relatives to block the siheyuan's gate and wouldn't let An Jiahe vent his anger.

As a man,

in the matter of being cuckolded.

Shazhu and Liu Jianguo maintained great sympathy for An Jiahe.

On one hand, Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi indeed deserve to be taught a lesson.

On the other hand, a lucky psychology is at play; An Jiahe, brandishing a kitchen knife to cause trouble for Jia Zhangshi, at most would just scare her.

It wouldn't come to bloodshed.

The siheyuan has over a hundred residents.

Moreover, there are two steward elders.

Even if Shazhu and Liu Jianguo don't intervene, Yan Fugui and Liu Haizhong would organize the residents to dissuade this from happening.

"Xiao Dang, get up and speak; speak slowly—what exactly happened?"

Yu Li is quite scheming.

She didn't want to be seen gossiping.

She reached out, pulled Xiao Dang up from the ground, put on an expression of not understanding his words, and had him repeat the story.

After all, he's young.

His experience is shallow.

Seeing An Jiahe brandish a kitchen knife like a madman to seek justice from Jia Zhangshi frightened him so much that his mind went haywire; in his panic, he completely failed to notice that Yu Li was merely playing with herself by the lake.

She, aided by Yu Li's support, lifted her body from a kneeling position on the ground to a standing posture.

She lifted her face, full of panic and bewilderment.

She barely managed to explain the matter once.

"Uncle Shazhu, Uncle Liu Jianguo, Aunt Yu Li, just now my stepfather didn't know what happened; he returned home, rained blows on my mother with two heavy slaps, splitting the corner of her mouth until it bled, then he grabbed a kitchen knife from the kitchen, left the house, walked toward the back yard, saying it was all because my grandmother forced him to, demanding that my grandmother pay with her life. Uncle Shazhu, Uncle Liu Jianguo, Aunt Yu Li, please save my grandmother; Xiao Dang only has his grandmother as a relative, and in a little while, Xiao Dang will have no grandmother left."

It seemed as if she were assisting Xiao Dang's statement.

After she finished recounting the truth,

From within the courtyard, Jia Zhangshi's ghostly wails and wolf-like howls could faintly be heard.

"He's killed someone, help! Unfilial An Jiahe, you bastard, you married my daughter-in-law Qin Huairu, yet now you brandish a kitchen knife demanding my old woman's life—come on, quick, save me! An Jiahe is chasing me with a knife; who will come help me stop him?"

A miserable howl.

It tore through the void.

It flew into the ears of Shazhu and the others.

Their faces unconsciously changed.

On one hand, Jia Zhangshi's howl was full of fearful terror, with no trace of acting.

Thus, Xiao Dang's words about An Jiahe brandishing a kitchen knife demanding an explanation from Jia Zhangshi are very likely true.

On the other hand, the residents in the courtyard all adopted a bystander attitude, with nobody stepping forward to help Jia Zhangshi block An Jiahe's knife.

They're not stupid.

Why would they sacrifice their lives to block a knife for you, Jia Zhangshi?

Even if they were good people, it would still be pointless.

They'd just earn a reputation for doing good deeds.

The key is that Jia Zhangshi's reputation in the courtyard is so bad that even dogs despise her.

The residents were just watching the show.

That, too, is understandable.

Furthermore.

The biggest reason Shazhu's expression changed.

It was Jia Zhangshi's shouting voice.

From far to near.

Just moments ago he was still in Hou Yuan, but now he had already reached Zhong Yuan, and he also heard the urgent stomping of Jia Zhangshi's footsteps on the ground.

Damn Jia Zhangshi.

No good intentions.

This bastard must be plotting the scheme of diverting disaster eastward; he knew Liu Jianguo had followed Shazhu into his house, and was scheming to lure An Jiahe into Shazhu's home so that Liu Jianguo could move in and subdue An Jiahe.

Inside the house.

But it wasn't just Shazhu and his few companions; there was also three-year-old Weiguo and the heavily pregnant Yu Li.

As An Jiahe gave chase, Jia Zhangshi, desperate to escape, was extremely likely to hurl anything nearby as weapons at An Jiahe.

Thus.

Shazhu's son and daughter-in-law faced a certain degree of threat to their lives.

The danger must be nipped in the bud.

Shazhu hurried a few steps to the door.

Liu Jianguo followed behind.

The scene before his eyes.

Just as Shazhu had anticipated.

Jia Zhangshi really came charging toward Shazhu's house.

A cornered dog jumps over the wall.

To save his life.

Jia Zhangshi, weighing over two hundred jin, made clumsy desperate moves; Shazhu pulled open the door with his front foot, dragged his body from inside to outside, and saw Jia Zhangshi like a fat pig escaped from a slaughterhouse, swaying her body and running straight toward him.

She likely hoped to use the momentum of her run to crash her body into Shazhu's house.

She also thought of using Shazhu to block a knife for her.

She had no intention of stopping.

Grinning and baring her teeth, she turned her body into a projectile and flew at Shazhu.

Time gave Shazhu no chance to think; his eyes took in everything around him—he saw Jia Zhangshi charging at him, also saw An Jiahe brandishing a kitchen knife behind him, demanding an explanation from Jia Zhangshi, and moreover saw the bystanders hiding to the side, watching the spectacle and covering their eyes with their hands.

He let out a long breath.

He raised his right foot.

He kicked hard at Jia Zhangshi.

Fuck.

I was careless.

I forgot Jia Zhangshi's weight.

That kick twisted his waist unexpectedly; his empty hand pressed the sore spot, and he sucked in cold air.

As for Jia Zhangshi, who took Shazhu's kick, although she wasn't kicked away, she also lost the initiative to rush into Shazhu's house.

At such a critical moment.

Liu Jianguo, following behind Shazhu, timely drew his weapon and shouted fiercely at Jia Zhangshi and An Jiahe behind her.

"An Jiahe, don't move, or else my weapon won't show mercy; Jia Zhangshi, you also don't move."