Chapter 616: He Yushui Recognizes the Corpse, the Jia Family Panics

The Jia family now possesses everything they have.

It is all built upon the foundation of bleeding Shazhu dry.

Perhaps because Shazhu, this burden, is missing from the household, and the sound of his howling curses can no longer be heard, the Jia family's atmosphere has become exceptionally harmonious.

This harmonious atmosphere, even if Shazhu could walk, move, work for the Jia family and earn money, he still never experienced it from the Jia family members.

At that time, Shazhu still thought it was Bangeng showing him respect.

Anyway, Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi were just placating Shazhu like that, saying this was respect from Bangeng, Xiao Dang, and Huaihua toward this stepfather Shazhu.

Now looking back.

It is clearly just dog meat that won't stick on a sheep.

It is that people have always held the attitude toward Shazhu that he is an outsider, not a Jia family member, and never regarded him as one of their own.

Shazhu floating in midair.

He bluntly said he was just a great fool.

He really wanted to give himself a few slaps.

And he did so.

Only his palm passed through his cheek.

Only then did Shazhu recall that his current self is a poor worm with no place to bury his corpse, harmed by the Jia family members who painstakingly helped him, his body still under the overpass.

His gaze fell upon the smiling faces of the Jia family members.

It can be seen.

They are celebrating.

Bangeng, possessing the dual attributes of the Divine Thief and the strongest white-eyed wolf, raised the wine cup before him, his face full of relieved ease, his tone also very eager.

"Grandma, today is a good day, I offer you a cup, wishing you long life and a hundred years."

"I must drink the wine of my good grandson Bangeng, this old woman."

Before Jia Zhangshi.

There was no wine cup.

These years.

Thanks to Shazhu's money-generating ability, the Jia family's life has been good, and Jia Zhangshi has become increasingly prosperous.

People in old age cherish their lives.

Jia Zhangshi, who does not want to die, used to focus on health preservation, did not drink alcohol, did not smoke, and even the habit of swearing she formed in her youth was given up by her.

She casually took Qin Huairu's wine cup.

She smiled and responded with a sentence.

"I love hearing this sentence from my good grandson Bangeng, old woman that I am, following Bangeng's meaning, I will strive to live a hundred years, live to see my great-grandson Xiao Geng get married, if I try harder, I will still get to hold little Xiao Geng, when I go under, I can also have an explanation with Dong Xu, that the Jia family has not scattered."

"Grandma, your days of enjoying blessings are still ahead."

"My brother said it right, you just wait to enjoy blessings." Xiao Dang greeted Huaihua beside him, "Huaihua, we three siblings, together wish Grandma long life and a hundred years, wish Mom healthy and healthy."

The people at the wine table.

All raised the white liquor or drink before them.

Even Bangeng's son Xiao Geng was no exception, holding a cup of soda, determined to clink cups with Jia Zhangshi.

Jia Zhangshi smiled and clinked cups with Xiao Geng, then drank the white liquor in the cup in one go.

Afterward, she opened her chatterbox.

She began to speak of the Jia family's past hardships.

"In this lifetime, no one has suffered, only you, my mother Qin Huairu, suffered. When your father passed, you were all still young, you didn't remember anything, Bangeng was eight, Xiao Dang was six, Huaihua was still in your mother's womb. Hearing that your father had an accident at the Yagangchang, I, your grandmother, went 'weng' in one breath, felt the sky collapse, thinking from now on, our Jia family would have only two widows left, how would we live this life, and you three little ones, able to eat, but that time was also extremely lacking in supplies, no way, your mother, less than a month after giving birth to Huaihua, took over the post and entered the Yagangchang, I, your grandmother, stayed behind..."

During Jia Zhangshi's narration.

She was not unwilling to take over the post at the Yagangchang, but she herself was old, worried about future policy changes at the Yagangchang, and also because of the policy of children following their mother's household registration.

She could only let Qin Huairu take over the post and enter the factory.

As for herself.

There was still the infant Huaihua at home, someone had to take care of her.

Jia Zhangshi, while making cloth shoes, while looking after Huaihua, still had to endure the neighbors' criticism of the Jia family.

As for Qin Huairu, as a widow, she endured the strange looks from people in the factory, while painstakingly raising the three children and a mother-in-law.

Bluntly speaking, after Jia Dongxu's accident.

The Jia family relied on Qin Huairu, this widow, to hold things up.

If Qin Huairu were not there or remarried, the Jia family would still be the Jia family.

"You should thank your mother, in front of you, Grandma wants to apologize to your mother, this old woman of mine has done something wrong in this lifetime, which is not letting your mother Qin Huairu remarry, as for why I did not let your mother remarry, it is not anything else but for your sake, you few children."

Jia Zhangshi toward Qin Huairu.

Nodded her head.

At her age.

Nodding also represents an apology.

"Whether palm or back of hand, it's all flesh, words are like this, but when the hammer falls on who, who feels pain, which stepfather is liked? To prevent you from being bullied by a stepfather, Grandma could only be a wicked mother-in-law, not let your mother remarry, your mother is a widow, it's hard enough to be a widow in the world, hardest of all is to be a widow dragging children and a mother-in-law, our Jia family can have today's good days, this is all thanks to your mother's efforts."

Shazhu floating in midair.

He acknowledged these words of Jia Zhangshi.

Without Qin Huairu.

Who would treat Jia Zhangshi as a scallion, basically unable to eat Shazhu's lunchbox, unable to spend Shazhu's money. He, in this lifetime, was planted in the hands of Qin Huairu and Yi Zhonghai.

"Mom, today is our good day, why are you talking about these things?" The children facing her, Qin Huairu also could not really argue with Jia Zhangshi, said a few polite words, "Past matters are past, our current task is to live our own lives well."

"Grandma, my mother is right, it's enough to live a good life for our Jia family."

"It's a happy occasion, why talk about these things? Come on, come on, drink."

"Exactly, exactly, don't talk about these sad and bad things, let's drink together."

The beasts and monsters happily clinked glasses at that moment.

An untimely sound rang out.

"Father-in-law's matter, do you really think it's just over like that? He Yushui, Louxiaoe, Hexiao — they're all capable people, don't end up not enjoying blessings but instead eating a bullet."

The person who spoke.

It was Tang Yanling.

Among the Jia family, if one had to say who still had a bit of humanity, it would be Tang Yanling; during the days Shazhu was ill, she sent steamed buns and water.

But because Qin Huairu was in between, some things couldn't be done.

Otherwise, Qin Huairu would seem like a beast.

After all, Qin Huairu is Shazhu's wife.

Tang Yanling is Shazhu's daughter-in-law, and she is also the person present who understands the consequences most clearly.

Shazhu seemed to have been driven away by them, his life or death uncertain, but who dares to say things so definitively, speaking with certainty that there's no change in this?

Dare to?

He Yushui seemed to have severed ties with Shazhu forever, even bearing a bit of hatred toward him, but if she learned that Shazhu was driven out by the beastly Jia family to freeze and starve to death, could she let Bangeng and them off?

This is a human life.

Around one o'clock in the morning today, Bangeng, Xiao Dang, and Huaihua — three couples — joined forces to stuff Shazhu into a minivan.

It had a bit of the meaning of a pledge of allegiance.

Yushui's husband is now the second-in-command of the district.

This is a solid fact.

If this matter is seriously investigated, it's estimated they'd all have to go in.

Louxiaoe and Hexiao need not even be mentioned; although they didn't appear in person in the siheyuan, Bangeng and them had seen their news on TV or in newspapers — patriotic entrepreneurs, wherever they went, they were honored guests of local departments, pursued by countless people.

Shazhu is no longer a person; he is also Hexiao's biological father and Louxiaoe's former husband.

Tang Yanling looked at the joyful Jia family members and deliberately voiced these worries; the atmosphere in the room instantly tightened — from Jia Zhangshi to Qin Huairu, down to Bangeng, Xiao Dang, Huaihua, and others — they suddenly realized things might have blown up, and an uncontrolled scene had appeared.

They all overlooked one link.

Background connections.

Each one showed a nervous, uneasy expression.

Each looked at the other.

The Jia family is getting richer and richer.

This is a fact.

Because the Jia family has money, Bangeng, Xiao Dang, Huaihua, and others all the more want to live, to live and enjoy everything.

If this damn thing gets them dragged out and executed.

Then things would be terrible.

The lively atmosphere in the room is gone, replaced by the panic of impending disaster.

"You guys, you guys, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and go check, don't wait until you go in." Qin Huairu slapped the table, shouted at Bangeng, and in passing shoved off her responsibility cleanly: "Look, this is what you did — all of you go, bring Shazhu back for me."

Jia Zhangshi also panicked.

The calm on her face was swept away.

She still wanted to enjoy blessings, but she didn't want Bangeng and them all to go in.

"Go see if Shazhu is alive or not; if he is, our Jia family will spend some money to treat him, then notify He Yushui, notify Louxiaoe — Shazhu has nothing to do with our Jia family anymore, just your mother's status as a former wife, send him to the hospital, treat him — we've already given him enough face; we can't let He Yushui, Louxiaoe, and others just watch the show empty-handed."

Bangeng and them.

They all had expressions of miscalculation.

Shazhu's illness was hemiplegia, but he couldn't be overcome because he had a good sister-in-law, whose man is the district's second-in-command, plus a wealthy ex-wife and a wealthy biological son.

This is a money-making tree.

How did we ever treat Shazhu as a burden and drive him out back then?

Slightly broaden one's horizons.

The Jia family's money.

More than enough.

Damn it.

Forgetting this little show, causing a mess not to mention losing money — the Jia family might still go in, so Bangeng anxiously and panickedly pulled Xiao Dang and Huaihua, drove the minivan, and headed toward the overpass where they abandoned Shazhu.

When they were still dozens of meters from the overpass, they saw police pulling up warning lines, more police busy inside, and even someone taking photos with a camera.

They realized something.

Bangeng's body instinctively went limp.

How the hell is this supposed to be handled?

He parked the minivan at a place unwilling to be the starting point, let Xiao Dang and Huaihua stay in the vehicle, and himself pretended to be a curious onlooker, taking advantage of the night to approach the edge of the crowd.

First, he handed the other person a cigarette.

Then he enthusiastically lit it for them.

After waiting for the other person to exhale a smoke ring, he proactively started a conversation, regardless of whether the other person was older or younger than him, addressing them as "big brother."

"Big brother, what happened here?"

"Just now, an old man who picks up trash came here to pick up trash, saw someone lying inside, thought it was someone competing with him for trash, went over and scolded, but later found out it was a dead person lying inside, scared him into wetting his pants on the spot, then called the police, and the police are now investigating."

"Male? Female?"

"Male, heard he's still under sixty, called He Yuzhu, nicknamed Shazhu, already sent people to notify Shazhu's family."

Bangeng's head.

With a buzz, it exploded.

Bad thing happened.

Really bad thing happened.

Shazhu died.

Even alarmed the public security.

What made Bangeng feel even worse was that with Shazhu's death, the Jia family completely cut off a path to wealth; if Shazhu didn't die, with Qin Huairu around, Shazhu would be Qin Huairu's puppet, completely controllable, able to demand money from He Yushui or Louxiaoe, and even He Daqing would have to pay up.

It's 1990 now.

Jia Zhangshi hasn't died yet, the elder Jia Zhangshi's two-year-old He Daqing is probably still alive.

By now.

Saying anything is too late.

Bangeng suddenly shrank his body as much as possible, not wanting to be seen by certain people.

When chatting with the onlookers just now, a Jeep drove from afar, the driver unknown to Bangeng, but he saw the public security officers on duty and verification first salute the other party.

He guessed this was He Yushui's husband, Shazhu's brother-in-law.

Because the person who got out of the Jeep's passenger seat was indeed He Yushui, wearing a thin woolen garment, not even wearing an outer coat.

Worried about being recognized, Bangeng nervously hid his body in the shadows.

…

He Yushui received the phone call.

Her head felt like it was about to burst.

She never expected that a sentence she said years ago would turn out to be exactly true, becoming a cruel reality.

A comrade said that under the overpass in the city, they found a male corpse around fifty-five or fifty-six years old; after inquiry, they learned the corpse's name was He Yuzhu, and people usually call him Shazhu.

Let He Yushui come take a look to see if it's Shazhu; if not, think of a way to confirm.

On the way over.

He Yushui kept praying in her heart, hoping this was just a mistake, that there was another person named He Yuzhu in the Capital City nicknamed Shazhu.

The two are same name and surname.

When she got out of the car and had just taken a few steps, her eyes fell upon that mature face and grayish hair.

It's Shazhu.

It's He Yuzhu, the brother of He Yushui.

In her mind flashed some past scenes: after He Daqing ran away, Yi Zhonghai schemed against Shazhu; facing the hungry He Yushui, Shazhu could only pick up junk to exchange for money, bringing He Yushui to barely scrape together a meal.

That He Yushui.

Was only six years old.

Let me say something not afraid of being laughed at.

If there were no Shazhu, He Yushui probably wouldn't be alive.

This is all thanks to Shazhu.

Thinking of raising Shazhu to adulthood, now they are forever separated, her emotions suddenly collapsed, and she shouted from her throat.

"Brother, brother, wake up, I'm Yushui, I'm Yushui, what's wrong with you, how did you just disappear like this, brother, how am I supposed to face Father, how am I supposed to face Father?"

"Yushui, mourn, the dead cannot come back to life, brother is gone, but the living still live, rest assured, I won't let brother die in vain like this."

As an expert in criminal investigation, Liu Jianguo immediately sensed something was off; exactly what was off, he still needs evidence to confirm.