Chapter 670: Jia Zhangshi suspects Qin Huairu has gone mad

Jia Zhangshi felt it was very necessary to talk to Bangeng about Qin Huairu's matter!

Tonight Qin Huairu's reaction touched Jia Zhangshi's heart, and unbidden memories of the past flashed in her mind!

Jia Zhangshi suspected Qin Huairu might have a touch of madness; otherwise how could one explain her nearly strangling Bangeng?

Fortunately she was there; at the critical moment she slapped Qin Huairu four times, snapping her to her senses.

Otherwise something terrible would have happened!

In Qin Huairu's frenzied state, the young and strong Bangeng was no match for her; just now, under her two hands, Bangeng had no room to resist at all.

Jia Zhangshi thought of herself—if Bangeng couldn't match Qin Huairu, how much less could she, a half‑buried old hag in the loess!

Danger must be nipped in the bud.

Jia Zhangshi certainly didn't want to end up as Qin Huairu's ghost under her hand!

She took Bangeng's hand and returned to the old Jia family house.

The place where Qin Huairu had nearly strangled Bangeng just now was Yi Zhonghai's house.

Back home, Jia Zhangshi anxiously looked outside; seeing Qin Huairu not following, she finally let her heart settle.

"Bangeng!"

"Hmm!"

"Grandma wants to talk to you about your mother's matter."

"What could be wrong with my mother?"

Bangeng's tone was utterly dismissive; in his mind, Qin Huairu had done this abnormal thing because she dreamed of Shazhu in a nightmare.

"Bangeng, you can't be careless—your mother, she, she." After saying "she" several times, Jia Zhangshi finally spoke her heart: "Her situation is very serious!"

"What's so serious? It's just that she dreamed of Shazhu! For the Jia family, she's been entangled with Shazhu for years, then Yi Zhonghai gave her the dirty work, He Daqing also came back, feeling guilty in her heart—it's normal. To be frank, I also feel guilty; those nights I didn't dare go out alone!"

She waved her hand!

With an air of not taking it seriously.

"In a few days it'll be fine; I'll go to the hospital tomorrow daytime, get her some calming medicine, and she'll be okay after taking it!"

She stood up.

She walked to the cabinet, picked up a small mirror, and examined the choke marks on her neck in the mirror.

A visible choke mark showed on Bangeng's neck.

"When my mother goes mad, she really has strength—I'm this big and I've never managed to handle her; I guess it won't fade for a few days, so I'll just not go to work, not fear embarrassment, otherwise people would think my wife beat me!"

Suddenly Tang Yanling was mentioned.

Jia Zhangshi's face involuntarily fell.

She had heard that Tang Yanling's family had started arranging matches for her!

Jia Zhangshi felt her heart pricked by the Tang family—a secondhand good cast out by our Jia family, yet daring to provoke the Jia family!

Do they really think the Jia family now is still the Jia family of before?

If you want to mock our Jia family's face, you're still too green!

"Bangeng, Grandma's words to you aren't to be taken lightly; you must treat this as a top‑priority matter. Tomorrow you go with Grandma to see those matchmakers—you must marry before Tang Yanling does, or the Jia family's face cannot be lost."

"Why are we suddenly talking about Tang Yanling again? My mother's matter has nothing to do with Tang Yanling—why discuss something unrelated?"

"Isn't this what we were just talking about? Fine, I won't mention Tang Yanling anymore—I'll handle the matchmaking myself. Anyway, a pretty young lady, you Bangeng will surely agree. Now we're talking about your mother's condition—not Grandma scaremongering, but your mother's symptoms are exactly the same as the madwoman from my hometown. Just now, thanks to Grandma being here, you'd have been dead otherwise."

"Stop scaring people; I'm going back to sleep."

Bangeng ignored Grandma's nagging, patted his butt, and left the old Jia family house.

Watching Bangeng's retreating back, a helpless sigh escaped Jia Zhangshi's lips again.

One after another.

One thing after another.

All are matters that could cost lives.

But what can we do?

Qin Huairu was drenched in sweat; she knew she had dreamed, and strangely, she dreamed of Shazhu again, this dream linking with the previous one.

Shazhu pointed at Qin Huairu's nose and questioned her again.

"Finally, I ask you one thing: do you agree or not to get a marriage certificate with me?"

"Shazhu, stop hounding me, okay? Let's part on good terms, each go our own way—why do you insist on clinging to me? What about me, Qin Huairu, attracts you? Can't I change?"

Shazhu seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world.

He tilted his head back and laughed.

His facial expression fully showed mockery.

"Qin Huairu, Qin Huairu, you truly are a shameless black‑hearted widow. Now you beg me He Yuzhu not to pester you—I ask you, are you pestering me He Yuzhu, or am I pestering you? I don't know that shameless widow who, during my He Yuzhu's matchmaking, deliberately caused trouble—either bringing a basin to find my shorts or giving me shorts, saying I He Yuzhu didn't treat Bangeng's three children as outsiders. You Qin Huairu are more like the mistress than the mistress herself. I went on a matchmaking date once, you ruined it once; now you say I'm pestering you, Qin Huairu—who is pestering whom?"

"Shazhu, I admit I'm the one pestering you, and I'm sorry, but what can I do? I'm a widow with three kids and a mother‑in‑law to support—I have no choice. Shazhu, please, give me a way to live; I beg you."

"Am I forcing you to die? Qin Huairu, it's you who forced He Yuzhu to die—because Bangeng disagreed, you dragged things out for eight years. Eight years later, seeing Bangeng need work, money, a house, you shamelessly threw yourself at him. Now you say I want to force you to die—did I force you to tell Ran Qiuye about our affair? If you Qin Huairu hadn't said I was involved with you, He Yuzhu and Ran Qiuye might have married; now I want to marry you Qin Huairu—do you agree or not?"

"How could I agree, how could I agree to marry you? Go marry me in the underworld? Shazhu, you're already dead, you're dead, I Qin Huairu am still alive and well, I Qin Huairu am a living person."

"Well, I am dead, but I am dead, and I will drag you along with me, Qin Huairu—this is what you owe me; you can't escape, you must repay me."

As Shazhu spoke, he opened his bloody maw and lunged at Qin Huairu.

Although it was a dream, Qin Huairu still smelled that foul, bloody odor.

"Ah!" a anguished cry.

She jerked upright.

She gasped heavily, breath after breath.