Chapter 664: He Daqing Angrily Slaps Qin Huairu

Qin Huairu turned retreat into advance, pushing the responsibility onto Shazhu.

Believe it or not.

It doesn't matter.

Anyway, she has already given an explanation.

Unless He Daqing can revive Shazhu and confront her face to face, this deceitful talk is simply how she beautifies herself; Qin Huairu will say whatever makes her look good.

Shazhu is already dead and gone; this is completely a situation where the dead cannot be confronted.

Feelings run deep.

Qin Huairu's eyes still squeezed out a few drops of crocodile tears.

She lifted her head, deliberately turning her tear-streaked cheek toward He Daqing.

She originally relied on this trick to successfully manipulate Shazhu for his whole life; He Daqing is Shazhu's father, and even more of an expert in handling widows.

As a remarried widow, Qin Huairu felt she possessed the key points that He Daqing liked.

But she overlooked one thing.

Even a tiger does not eat its own young.

Even if He Daqing liked widows, he would have nothing to do with a widow who caused his son's death; moreover, tonight he learned from He Yushui many details about his leaving the Siheyuan, knowing Shazhu had a hard life, Qin Huairu's scheming only added superfluous nonsense.

He said nothing.

He directly slapped Qin Huairu's face.

The force was great.

The slap almost made Qin Huairu plop down on her buttocks.

She was hit.

How could she be hit?

Qin Huairu, covering her slapped cheek, looked foolishly at He Daqing; after ten or so seconds she seemed to respond, and then He Daqing's slap made her look even more pitiful.

"Father, you hit well; I know you're angry, thinking I, Qin Huairu, owe the He family; all mistakes are mine, Qin Huairu; whether you hit or scold, I bear no grudge—whoever made me fail the old He family, I, Qin Huairu, deserve to be hit."

Her tone shifted.

Her gaze filled with hot tears.

Her gaze fell upon He Daqing.

"Now Shazhu is dead, you, an old man sending off a young one, feel pained; honestly, I also feel pained. When I came, my mother-in-law told me that Shazhu treated our Jia family well; we Jia family are not ungrateful; even though Shazhu is gone, his kindness to our Jia family must be repaid."

"Slap!"

"You're about ninety, with a few years left; at home it's just adding a pair of chopsticks; your care in old age, I, Qin Huairu, will take care of; I will wear mourning and smash the brazier for you, guaranteeing to send you off splendidly, leaving you no regrets."

"Slap!"

"Father, if slapping me makes you feel better, hit and scold as you like, but don't be vague; I, Qin Huairu, have no second thoughts—I deserve to die, I'm sorry to Shazhu, I'm sorry to the He family; my husband died early, Shazhu pitied me and helped me, though I didn't want that; I told Shazhu several times that such talk would prevent him from marrying, but he said he wasn't afraid, that he liked me, liked my filial nature toward my mother-in-law and my care for the children, and wanted to look after me."

"Slap!"

"I refused before, I avoided Shazhu, but Shazhu insisted on marrying me, and I accepted his much aid, which made me seem cold-hearted; in the end I ended up with Shazhu."

He Daqing's big slap landed solidly on Qin Huairu's face again; for this disgusting widow before him, there is only one method.

Hit.

Qin Huairu spoke a sentence, he slapped once; altogether he gave Qin Huairu seven or eight big slaps.

At first she took one slap, it was fine, she could still turn bad into good; but as He Daqing kept striking Qin Huairu, each strike harder than the last, she began to find it unbearable.

Her ears buzzed, she saw stars, and she felt her footing unsteady.

She suddenly realized that coming to see He Daqing late at night was utterly mistaken; the Jia family had thought He Daqing too simple.

A true hero does not suffer immediate loss.

Staying longer here would still mean getting slapped.

Helpless Qin Huairu could no longer pretend; she cursed He Daqing's eight generations of ancestors in her heart, turned her head and ran toward the Siheyuan.

Probably she broke through her defenses.

As she was leaving, she didn't even say a few polite words to He Daqing; she stumbled out of the guesthouse, hailed a van, and drove toward the Siheyuan.

The driver ahead, seeing via the rearview mirror Qin Huairu's bruised and swollen face, also because Qin Huairu had boarded the minivan in front of the guesthouse.

He unconsciously let his imagination run wild.

He felt Qin Huairu's beating must be related to the guesthouse; surely she was meeting her lover there, caught by her husband, given a brutal beating, unable to bear it, Qin Huairu rushed out of the guesthouse and ran toward the Siheyuan.

After thinking this, the driver felt he ought to pay attention to Qin Huairu's home address.

In the rearview mirror, Qin Huairu, though in her early fifties, still retained her charm.

When young, she was certainly a beauty's embryo.

Her looks were fine, but her character was not; she was caught in bed fooling around with someone.

She deserved to be beaten.

Qin Huairu sitting in the back didn't know the driver was wildly speculating; her mind was in turmoil, and the pain on her face grew worse.

The Jia family's situation seemed to have fallen into a strange state.

He Daqing returned to the Siheyuan filled with strong resentment, appearing before the Jia family widow; thinking of He Daqing's forceful stand for Shazhu, and then recalling how Jia Zhangshi avoided the matter.

Qin Huairu also came to hate Jia Zhangshi.

……

The anxious Jia family members finally awaited Qin Huairu's return, hoping day and night.

When Qin Huairu's right foot was still outside the threshold.

The Jia family members, like ants on a hot pan, immediately turned their gaze to Qin Huairu and hurried to question her.

"Mom, how did things go?"

"Xiao Dang, you ask this, who is your mother? We Jia family's mainstay, since your father had an accident and left, we Jia family have relied on your mother to hold up. Without your mother, whether you few can live is unknown. No matter how capable He Daqing is, he is Shazhu's father; if Shazhu hasn't slipped out of your mother's palm, can He Daqing suffice?"

The implication.

Whether it's the dead Shazhu or the living He Daqing, neither is a match for Qin Huairu.

Upon seeing Qin Huairu, He Daqing and Shazhu will unconsciously trigger the latent gene in their bones that likes widows.

This is also why Jia Zhangshi sent Qin Huairu out.

Facing the He family men.

Qin Huairu can easily settle it.

The Jia family, their confidence soaring, didn't even notice the big slap mark on Qin Huairu's face, and noisily wanted to hold a celebration party.

"I think we should properly have a drink for this."

"How can one drink suffice? We need two, especially our mom, who is a great contributor to the Jia family—at least three cups."

Qin Huairu listened to these remarks.

Her heart turned completely cold.

One has to admit, the Jia family truly lacks human feeling; even though I've been beaten into a pig's head, they turn a blind eye and still want to celebrate.

Celebrate what?

Celebrate that I was beaten?

"Huairu, what's with your face?" Jia Zhangshi finally noticed Qin Huairu's chubby cheeks, "Looks like you were slapped."

The three-white-eyed wolves discussing the celebration.

They all turned their gazes to Qin Huairu's face.

"This is a big slap mark, right?"

"Remove the 'seems like', and it's the trace left by a big slap."

"Mom, what happened to you? Who hit you?"

"Who else could hit me." She snorted, Qin Huairu, with a self-mocking tone, revealed the truth to Bangeng and the others: "He Daqing, I say one word, he slaps me, giving me a dozen big ear slaps; I only escaped because I ran fast, otherwise I'd still be getting slapped."

Bangeng furrowed his brows.

Xiao Dang and Huaihua, however, felt somewhat disappointed.

From Qin Huairu's words, it seems the matter wasn't settled; He Daqing will still act against us Jia family for Shazhu's sake.

What are we to do?

"Did He Daqing really hit you?"

Qin Huairu was so angry she laughed.

Listening to Huaihua's words.

The slap on her face must be self-inflicted, part of this bitter ploy.

This is my own daughter.

When something happens, she even doubts herself as a mother.

Unreliable.

Qin Huairu's heart rose with this conviction.

She glanced sideways at Huaihua.

Huaihua felt embarrassed being looked at, also thought her question was off, and quickly added a sentence to make up for it.

"Mom, I don't mean that; my point is, how could He Daqing really hit you? Raising hands against a woman—is he even a man? You've been married to Shazhu for years, and he never hit you; what gives He Daqing the right to hit you?"

Qin Huairu ignored Huaihua's explanation.

She sat alone on a stool, thinking about today's events.

The more she thought, the more worried she became.

A big "worry" character appeared on her forehead.

"Mom, what's wrong again?" Seeing Qin Huairu not answer her, instead frowning in thought, feeling ignored, Huaihua asked, "Should I go find He Daqing to give him a beating for hitting you so hard?"

"Go, go now." Qin Huairu, her thoughts disrupted, saw Huaihua not moving to settle accounts with He Daqing, just talking, and angrily retorted, "Don't you know where He Daqing lives? I'll tell you, he's at room 306, third floor, Li Family Guesthouse at the alley entrance."

A few words.

The retorting Huaihua froze on the spot.

To speak frankly.

She merely wanted to express her righteous indignation over Qin Huairu being beaten, using big talk to try to step on Bangeng and Xiao Dang; she truly had no intention of going to find He Daqing to stand up for Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu had been beaten into a pig's head.

She went.

That too is the outcome of being beaten.

Which is lighter, which heavier.

Huaihua distinguishes them clearly.

"Huairu, why are you arguing with the kids?" Jia Zhangshi tried to smooth things over, "Your several kids too—your mom got beaten by He Daqing, listen to what you say, is there anything useful? Not a single useful word."

Qin Huairu ignored Jia Zhangshi's overture.

Now she, her mind still racking its brains over being beaten, wonders how He Daqing could raise a big slap at her.

Had she known this would happen, she shouldn't have gone to find He Daqing.

She brought suffering upon herself.

……

He Yushui unexpectedly encountered Yan Fugui.

Yan Fugui, knowing He Yushui is no longer what he once was, took a liking to curry favor and recounted in detail everything that happened the previous night—widows coming to the door, being annoyed by Liu Haizhong, widows going to find He Daqing and receiving several big slaps from him, and so on—without concealment, he told it all to He Yushui.

Listening to Yan Fugui's narration of the events, He Yushui covered her mouth and laughed.

Speaking the truth.

She really didn't expect that He Daqing's appearance would put the Jia Family into a colorful situation.

Qin Huairu was beaten.

She was still beaten by her own father, He Daqing.

Regarding this.

He Yushui had only one thought: it was good that she was beaten, Qin Huairu, this widow, deserved to be beaten.

He could only say, "Serves him right!"

If not for harboring beastly intentions, thinking Shazhu was paralyzed and worthless, and forcibly driving Shazhu out of the home, leading to Shazhu's tragic death, the Jia Family would not have had such an incident.

……

The reason Shazhu met the tragic fate of being schemed to death: He Daqing bears responsibility, but more responsibility lies with Yi Zhonghai; He Yushui said that Yi Zhonghai, in order to support his old age, after Jia Dongxu's death, directed the scheme at Shazhu, constantly working on Shazhu's thoughts, making Shazhu support Qin Huairu.

After listening to Yi Zhonghai's words, Shazhu became, in outsiders' eyes, the person with an unclear relationship with the widow.

Why would Shazhu obey Yi Zhonghai's words?

It was because Yi Zhonghai never handed over the money and valuables that He Daqing had mailed, causing Shazhu to misunderstand He Daqing's coldness toward them.

Given the fact that Shazhu is already dead.

He Daqing just wanted to fiercely prick Yi Zhonghai's heart, having schemed against his son his whole life; his son died and was given a grand funeral by the Jia Family, yet you, Yi Zhonghai, have nothing.

Want to see Yi Zhonghai's downfall.

The Siheyuan house was given to the Jia Family, the savings were given to the Jia Family.

This is karmic retribution.

He Daqing deliberately approached Yi Zhonghai, who was picking up trash, and shouted at him.

"Yi Zhonghai, wait a moment, I want to talk to you about something."

The Yi Zhonghai who was struggling with someone over paper scraps, upon hearing someone call his name and the voice being so familiar, felt as if he had seen a ghost.

Nor did he continue to struggle with that person over the paper scraps.

He stepped forward.

He ran off ahead, heels kicking up.

This is the result of doing too many wicked deeds; as soon as Yi Zhonghai saw He Daqing, he thought of those schemes against Shazhu, and of withholding the living expenses that He Daqing had mailed for Shazhu.

He was extremely guilty.

He ran away.

He Daqing shouted again.

"Yi Zhonghai, why are you running? I'm He Daqing, not a man-eating beast; why are you so panicked?"

He deliberately exerted force, stamping his feet on the ground to create the posture of chasing Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai didn't know, mistakenly thinking He Daqing was really chasing him; while running fast, he accidentally fell flat on his face, sprawled on the ground.

"Yi Zhonghai, slow down, how did you fall? How old are you? If something really happened, who would take care of you? It's really an ending of spending all day with feces and urine."

"I'm not Yi Zhonghai, you've mistaken the person."