Chapter 582: The Women of the Courtyard

Yi Da Ma was already very tired, Yang Qing lowered his voice and then patted her hand.

Go to sleep, we'll talk again after you wake up.

Yang Qing coaxed her like a child, speaking softly.

A mother's voice and actions when coaxing a child to sleep are the most soothing to the heart.

The stubborn Yi Da Ma who didn't want to sleep was thus lulled to sleep by Yang Qing.

After Yi Da Ma fell asleep, Yang Qing called Yi Xiaoxiao to the side.

He asked Yi Xiaoxiao.

Why don't you go to the hospital?

Yi Xiaoxiao said sadly.

The doctor said, her body is failing, her vitality is too weak, it's beyond help, cannot be treated.

It's not that we don't want to treat it, it's that it can't be treated.

If she undergoes surgery, she might not even make it onto the operating table, and even if she does, she won't live long.

The wound will heal slowly, and coupled with the torment of pain, it will be even more painful.

Even if she gets through it, her body will deteriorate quickly after surgery.

We also saw a Chinese medicine doctor, and they said the same.

They said, when the time comes, even immortals and gods cannot save her.

Yang Qing's face darkened.

Sometimes a person is like that; when that moment comes, all they can do is wait for death.

Of course, it could also be a matter of money.

After all, Yi Zhonghai has lost a lot of wealth over the years, and Yi Xiaoxiao also has to support the family.

Yang Qing sighed.

Respect others' fates.

If he spends money, it won't change anything, he might gain a good reputation, but Yi Xiaoxiao might instead invite criticism from others.

Look, even Yang Qing could send you to the hospital; why don't you?

Either they're not related, or they're just not close enough…

Yang Qing doesn't care about money, but he doesn't want to meddle with others' fates.

There are too many examples of good intentions leading to bad outcomes.

Everyone has to go through this; you don't need to blame yourself too much.

And as Yi Da Ma said, having a daughter like you is already more than enough for her.

Yang Qing isn't good at comforting people; his words made Yi Xiaoxiao feel even more sorrowful.

In the evening, those who went to work gradually returned.

He Yuzhu and Nan Yi, after seeing Yang Qing, volunteered.

They persuaded San Da Ma to leave and secured the position of head cook.

Liu Guangtian, meanwhile, sent someone to deliver a message to Xu Damao.

San Da Ye and Er Da Ye thought it over, then went out to deliver news to their own sons.

Yang Qing's return is an opportunity, everyone knows that.

If they don't tell their sons, they fear the relationship will become even more strained.

After Gu Ning returned, she herself went to help He Yuzhu and Liu Shumin.

Liang Ladi, meanwhile, helped her own man.

Gu Ning has always been single; no matter how many matchmakers came, she rejected them all.

No one knows what she's thinking.

Liu Shumin, while helping He Yuzhu, leaned in and whispered.

Big butt, Yang Qing is back—do you want to sneak into the blankets with him tonight?

Gu Ning gave her a sideways glance.

Liu Shumin snorted.

You're still pretending—don't know who at night calls out Yang Qing's name while doing needlework.

Gu Ning's face instantly flushed red.

You shameless thing, what nonsense are you spouting?

Liu Shumin laughed hehe.

Enough already, just the two of us—what are you still pretending for?

Gu Ning sighed.

Some things, if left unsaid, we can still be friends; once spoken, we can't remain friends.

This is fine enough; why must we possess it?

Why not keep a bit of beauty?

And don't say I'm the only one—your thoughts aren't few either.

The eyes don't lie; I still clearly remember how you looked at Yang Qing back then.

Back then, when you looked at He Yuzhu, your nose wasn't a nose, your eyes weren't eyes—what was that for?

Liu Shumin's face turned red.

Don't talk nonsense.

The two were whispering here, while He Yuzhu stir-fried vegetables on the side, the sizzling sound making it impossible for him to hear their words; if he found out his wife actually had such a past, who knows how he'd feel.

But that's just people—strip away the clothes, and nobody is nobler than anyone else.

Back then, Yang Qing was a genius at studying, a genius at making money, a genius at ability—something that would take others an hour, he could do it so that others couldn't even think of it.

What woman could have no thoughts about a man like that?

Upon hearing that Yang Qing had returned, Yu Li deliberately dressed up, recalling her promise with Yan Jiecheng from back then.

If Yan Jiecheng can't, let her have a child with Yang Qing.

Her heart went thump-thump.

Yang Qing's return stirred the hearts of who knows how many women.

Cao Fang immediately went over when she saw Qin Huairu.

"Sister Huairu, how did you manage it? Your skin, your figure."

"Look at me—my waist is as thick as a water barrel."

"Look at my face—it's all wrinkles."

Come to think of it, Cao Fang might be the person least interested in Yang Qing.

In her eyes, men are all big pig's trotters.

She had figured it out long ago.

Besides her own husband, she feels no affection for anyone.

When she was young, everyone was only curious about her body.

Now that she's grown plump and old, nobody pays her any attention.

What nonsense.

Her contempt for men comes straight from the heart.

She treats Li Da Xiong like a sister, so they're extremely close.

Now, seeing Qin Huairu, her mind sprang to life—she couldn't help it, because her female friends no longer interest her.

It's been a long time since she played any fun games.

Qin Huairu looked at Cao Fang.

She used to be a woman who made her feel inferior, and now she's turned out like this.

Truly, human fate is wonderfully strange.

"Practice more Supreme Ultimate—didn't Red Sister teach you all that before?"

"Then there are just some skincare products."

"Later, I'll give you a set."

Cao Fang immediately got excited.

"Thanks, Sister Huairu."

"By the way, Sister Huairu, is Gangdao really that prosperous?"

"Everywhere are high-rise buildings and small cars?"

"Everyone's home has a color TV, refrigerator, air conditioner, and sewing machine?"

"They eat mountain delicacies and seafood, and wear Western suits and leather shoes."

Qin Huairu shook her head repeatedly.

"Don't listen to others' nonsense."

"That's all sheer nonsense."

"In Gangdao, ordinary people live in public housing; a unit the size of one room in our siheyuan would be considered a big house there."

"Many families don't even have a room as big as a side room."

"With such a tiny house, a whole family has to live in it—often three generations together."

"The beds are bunk beds, three tiers high, sometimes even four."

"The rooms there aren't nearly as high as ours—just a bit over two meters."

"People in Gangdao call these public housing 'pigeon cages,' just like pigeon cages."

"Besides that, there are many shoddy buildings with cracked walls, leaks, mold, and the noise from upstairs and downstairs keeps people from sleeping."

"Moreover, Gangdao is full of triads, and street slashings happen often."

"Every year, many people go missing in Gangdao, and many of them are women."

"Furthermore, many women are forced into selling."

"Even little girls as young as ten or so are forced to do it."

"Although things have improved a bit these past two years, they haven't gotten much better."

"Gangdao is a paradise for the rich but a hell for the poor."

"A life like that in Jingcheng is something ordinary people wouldn't even dare to imagine."

"Those who run off to Gangdao are those who can't get by; people like you—whoever goes there is just stupid."

Actually, Cao Fang lost all interest the moment she heard about being forced to sell.

"Sister, could you send me some more skincare products in the mail?"

"I feel like I can still become younger."

"You don't know—I've had it rough these past two years; I can only come a few times a year."

"Who could stand that?"

"This year, I just can't hold back."

"If I don't change, I'll go find someone else."

Qin Huairu had a black line on her head.

Cao Fang also dares to say anything.