Chapter 643: Facing He Yushui, Yi Zhonghai said Qin Huairu was a Pan Jinlian

Yi Zhonghai realized he had made a mistake.

His suggestion did not attract much attention from He Yushui.

He Yushui seemed to hold an indifferent attitude toward Shazhu's death, including the cause, from beginning to end; no matter what Yi Zhonghai said, whether he spoke or not, it was all the same.

Is it disbelief?

Or perhaps He Yushui only harbors hatred for Shazhu, completely indifferent to his life or death!

The former.

Yi Zhonghai could still make a desperate attempt at a remedy.

The latter.

If it truly broke Yi Zhonghai's defenses, how could he still carry out the ploy of borrowing a knife to kill, using He Yushui to take revenge on the Jia Family who forget righteousness for profit?

"You!"

The words that followed.

Yi Zhonghai didn't know how to say it.

He pointed at He Yushui.

He then saw He Yushui looking at him with a smile.

This further stimulated him into becoming a complete fool.

"Yushui, I'm speaking to you seriously, with no intention of joking; I'm talking about your brother's death. His death isn't as simple as it appears on the surface. Think about it—how could a healthy person suddenly become paralyzed and die? I want to discuss this matter with you privately."

"If you want to speak, say it here; if not, please leave."

He Yushui's hand.

Pointed toward the distance.

An appearance of seeing someone off.

At the same time, he turned his body and stepped toward the small building.

Perhaps it was meant to be a show of force against Yi Zhonghai.

Don't think He Yushui doesn't know what Yi Zhonghai is planning; it's merely to exploit.

Back then, to support his old age, he used Qin Huairu to dangle Shazhu; this scheming also ruined He Yushui's future. If it weren't for Shazhu's assistance to the Jia Family, which ultimately fed their ambition, leading the Jia Family to conceive the idea of sucking He Yushui's blood through Shazhu and putting it into practice, He Yushui would not have lacked the energy to study due to hunger.

Life is important.

Not getting into college after high school is closely related to Yi Zhonghai's scheme to use Shazhu for his old-age support.

Moreover, because the Jia Family widow did not promptly handle Bangeng's theft of Xu Daming's mother's chicken, He Yushui acquired the bad reputation of being a chicken-thief's sister.

One after another.

One item after another.

He Yushui kept all of this in mind for Yi Zhonghai.

She knew the initiative lay in her own hands.

With the old-age supporter Shazhu dead, the ninety-year-old Yi Zhonghai had no time or energy to find a new supporter, so he could only devise a plan choosing between the Jia Family or He Yushui.

Either the Jia Family would help support his old age.

Or He Yushui would help support his old age.

Shazhu had painstakingly served the Jia Family for years, yet they could ruthlessly discard him, ultimately dying miserably under the overpass—let alone Yi Zhonghai, who contributed nothing in practice.

Surely Yi Zhonghai would not choose the Jia Family either; otherwise he would not appear before He Yushui under the banner of exposing Shazhu's death secret to get close to her.

He Yushui deliberately gave Yi Zhonghai a show of force.

This show of force.

Yi Zhonghai cannot refuse it.

Who made him seek He Yushui's help?

As expected.

Just as He Yushui turned his head and had taken three or four steps toward his own small building, a sound came from behind of Yi Zhonghai lowering his head in admission of defeat.

"Yushui, don't go."

He Yushui stopped his steps.

He turned around.

He looked at Yi Zhonghai with interest.

"Have you decided?"

"I've decided, I'll say it right here." Yi Zhonghai spoke, noticing He Yushui staring at him unblinking, his gaze also carrying a hint of strangeness, which made Yi Zhonghai uncomfortable; he turned his thoughts and asked back, "Yushui, what are you looking at?"

"Looking at you."

He Yushui let out a long sigh.

The conversation took a sharp turn.

"Someone once told me, 'Good people don't live long, while scourges live a thousand years.' I always thought that saying was wrong, but after seeing you, I find it quite reasonable. Those beasts and bastards, when they commit extreme wickedness, can still live to ninety like you, Yi Zhonghai, without dying—I don't know if heaven has fallen asleep or the soul‑snatching little demon has dozed off; it truly is depressing."

Facing He Yushui's cold words.

Yi Zhonghai sighed inwardly.

He then put on a kind expression.

"Tell me, how many wicked deeds have you done? Scheming to have Shazhu support the widow, ruining Shazhu's blind date, preventing him from seeing his own son—Yi Zhonghai, I ask you, when will you die? If you die, I, He Yushui, will definitely buy a string of a thousand firecrackers to celebrate properly."

"Yushui, I'm not here to argue with you; I'm here to discuss your brother's death. Have you considered how a perfectly healthy person could suddenly become paralyzed, still eating, drinking, and relieving himself in bed? How could a paralyzed man crawl from the siheyuan to beneath the Chengnan overpass? Use your brain, think it over."

"Yi Zhonghai, if you have anything to say, speak plainly; I have no intention of scheming with you—still, if you can speak, do so; if you cannot, then don't."

Yi Zhonghai was taken aback.

He Yushui is really impervious to persuasion.

Seeing the expression on He Yushui's face, especially resolute, he realized that if he didn't speak again, she would truly leave, and he let out a long sigh.

Yushui, I think your brother's death is actually a conspiracy.

Hehe.

Yushui, I'm talking to you about serious matters.

I know what you mean; it's nothing more than those things concerning Ximen Qing, Pan Jinlian, and Wu Dalang—like Qin Huairu being Pan Jinlian, Bangeng being Ximen Qing, Shazhu being Wu Dalang, Pan Jinlian holding the medicine bowl, shouting for Wu Dalang to take his medicine, and thus killing Wu Dalang.

What you said is not wrong; this woman Qin Huairu is several times more vicious than Pan Jinlian, and Jia Zhangshi and Bangeng are no good people either, your brother....

Yi Zhonghai repeated the set of threats he had used that day to intimidate Qin Huairu, directing it at He Yushui; he didn't just copy it verbatim, but made appropriate modifications and added some content.

Besides, the Jia family members gave Shazhu a sleeping pill; after he fell asleep, they warmed him and warmed the room. When Shazhu was drenched in sweat, the Jia family members suddenly lowered the indoor temperature from thirty degrees to minus ten-odd degrees, using this huge temperature difference to paralyze him on one side. Shazhu lay paralyzed in bed, needing help with eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, and sleeping. The Jia family members began to abuse him wildly, eventually driving him to commit suicide.

Yi Zhonghai wildly speculated as to why the Jia family members did that.

He made up a reason.

He said that Qin Huairu, back when she was in Qin Family Village, had a lover, but due to various circumstances, it seemed that the man's family background was poor.

Qin Huairu couldn't marry that man.

She could only marry Jia Dongxu.

Before Shazhu's death, Qin Huairu happened to run into that man; both felt quite delighted, they chatted for a while in the Coffee Shop, mutually expressing their longing. Upon learning that the man's wife had died, Qin Huairu began to harbor ill intentions, feeling that Shazhu was a burden.

At first she thought of divorcing Shazhu.

Later she worried that if they divorced, the neighbors would gossip.

After all, the Jia family's current property was all earned by Shazhu, and she also feared that Shazhu would go all out, fight desperately with her, and hurt that man.

After telling Jia Zhangshi about it,

Jia Zhangshi initially disagreed, but upon hearing that the man was wealthy, she agreed to Qin Huairu's plan and even went out to persuade Bangeng and the others.

She dragged the entire Jia family into it.

Otherwise, it would get out.

There would be no good outcome.

The Jia family members, led by Qin Huairu, used a vicious scheme to secretly harm Shazhu; before Shazhu was even buried, they began plotting how to marry that man.

Isn't this just Pan Jinlian?

This sentence was singled out by Yi Zhonghai.

Seeing He Yushui still having that indifferent expression.

Yi Zhonghai countered with a question.

Yushui, Pan Jinlian wore red inner garments and mourning outer attire while keeping vigil for Wu Dalang; Shazhu's corpse was still warm, yet Qin Huairu began to ponder marrying that man. How is this behavior any different from Pan Jinlian's? This is Pan Jinlian! You are Shazhu's close sister; Shazhu has only you as his kin. He cannot just die pointlessly; you must seek justice for him.

What justice? He Yushui raised her voice, "What justice is there to seek?"

Yushui, all mistakes are the fault of the eldest uncle; Shazhu is ultimately your older brother, you are children of the same parents, you share the same blood. When He Daqing ran away, you were six; it was Shazhu who painstakingly raised you. You cannot fail to consider Shazhu.

Morally coercive words.

Spilling from Yi Zhonghai's mouth.

If it were the younger He Yushui, she truly wouldn't be a match for a hypocrite; nowadays, in He Yushui's eyes, Yi Zhonghai is nothing more than a dispensable big fart.

You're trying to play me.

I can play you too.

Eldest Uncle, what you said is wrong; I, He Yushui, have not denied Shazhu's kindness to me, and I know it was Shazhu who raised me. To repay the favor, I once arranged a match for Shazhu, but you ruined it. Not speaking of me, speaking of you—you also cannot forget your roots.

Have I forgotten my roots?

Since He Daqing ran off with a widow to Baocheng, you've been telling Shazhu that the neighbors should help each other; Shazhu listened to you and focused on supporting you, Yi Zhonghai, as well as the elderly lady in the rear courtyard and the Jia family in the central courtyard. You are not Shazhu's kin, yet you are even closer than kin; Shazhu treats your words as imperial edicts. You let Shazhu aid the widow, and he does so. In my opinion, this grudge must be avenged by you.

Yi Zhonghai gazed at He Yushui.

This turn of events.

He really hadn't expected this.

The scheme had come back to bite him in the head.

You're ninety years old; you might die in a few days. Even if you died now, you've lived long enough. If you go all out, the ones you fear are Qin Huairu, Jia Zhangshi, and the like. Of course, we can't call Qin Huairu that anymore; according to your view, we should call Qin Huairu Pan Jinlian, Bangeng Ximen Qing, and Jia Zhangshi Wang Po.

In the tone of an elder lecturing a junior.

Yi Zhonghai, I have high hopes for you; I believe you can certainly do better.

She turned her head and walked toward her own small building.

She completely ignored Yi Zhonghai calling her name from behind.

As she reached the doorway,

Seeing Yi Zhonghai still standing there dazed, like a wooden puppet, Yushui recalled an incident with Liu Jianguo.

She then turned back and went to Yi Zhonghai's side.

Yi Zhonghai saw Yushui leave and then return.

He mistakenly thought Yushui had changed his mind, and in his haste a worried expression appeared on his face.

"Yushui, have you agreed?"

"Yi Zhonghai, don't rush to say agree or disagree; I suddenly thought of something—pat your chest and tell me: was the living expenses that He Daqing mailed to us intercepted by you?"

Yi Zhonghai's face changed instantly.

It seemed he hadn't expected that He Yushui would know about this, and thinking of Liu Jianguo's occupation, he was instantly overwhelmed by fear.

Such a secret matter.

How did He Yushui know?

He wanted to explain but was tongue-tied; he hadn't expected He Yushui to give him no chance.

Seeing Yi Zhonghai's expression, He Yushui couldn't fail to guess what he was thinking, and he said with a grin: "You, you deserve to have no offspring; forget it, I won't talk to you anymore. Go on your way, be careful on the road, don't end up falling and dying. You, you lack great virtue."

Yi Zhonghai was so agitated he didn't know how he had left He Yushui's home; when he came to his senses, he found he had already walked to the Siheyuan.

Standing at the doorway.

Gazing into the distance.

He saw that a memorial hall had already been set up in the courtyard.

His whole body shuddered.

He walked up to Qin Huairu and repeated to her the words he had just said to He Yushui.

Qin Huairu gave a hollow laugh.

Bangeng at the side, however, refused to accept it; he slapped Yi Zhonghai's cheek, pointed at Yi Zhonghai and cursed him soundly: "Disrespectful to elders, inhuman bastard, who knows what you were thinking, actually putting the blame for Shazhu's death onto Yi Zhonghai's head."

"If it weren't for you, Yi Zhonghai, being gluttonous and eating a bowl of braised pork, upsetting your stomach, would my foolish father have needed to carry you to the hospital? You could have taken a taxi, but you refused, insisting that my foolish father carry you; my foolish father is honest, he believes whatever you say, so he carried you to the hospital, then came back completely exhausted, paralyzed on one side, lying in bed, unable to eat, drink, defecate, urinate, or sleep except in bed—this is all your fault, Yi Zhonghai."

"Bangeng, even if the eldest uncle did something wrong, you shouldn't have struck him."

Qin Huairu appeared to be lecturing Bangeng.

In fact, she was effectively establishing that Shazhu's death was due to Yi Zhonghai.

Even though he was used to wind and rain.

Yi Zhonghai was still shaken with anger by the shameless behavior of the Jia Family.

"How come you're coming after me, Yi Zhonghai?"

"What are you looking at? While my foolish father is alive, you expect him to support you in your old age; now that my foolish father is gone, you think your old-age support has vanished, so you start putting on airs before us Jia Family; what airs are you putting on? In order to get the Jia Family to support you in your old age, you spare no effort fabricating rumors that the Jia Family drove my foolish father away and caused his miserable death, and that my foolish father was poisoned to death by the Jia Family; you think it's still like before, when whatever Yi Zhonghai said was taken as truth, allowing you to turn black into white."

"Bangeng, apologize to your eldest uncle; how should you speak to your eldest uncle?"

"I will never apologize to this evil man who took my foolish father's life; I won't, unless he returns my foolish father!"