Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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After confirming that there was no problem with the bicycle, he took He Yushui onto the train.

He Yushui was very shy and kept tugging at He Yuzhu's clothes. After they found seats and sat down, she asked:

"Brother, how much longer until we see Dad?"

"It's still early. We'll be in Baocheng in two hours. I brought some sunflower seeds and peanuts. Feel free to eat some sunflower seeds if you're bored."

He Yuzhu made Yushui sit at the innermost seat by the window and put the melon seeds and peanuts on the small table in front of her so that she wouldn't ask any questions.

As the train started moving, He Yushui was captivated by the scenery outside the window. After all, it was her first time riding a train, and everything was new and exciting to her.

At this time, the train was very slow, only about 20 to 30 kilometers per hour.

He Yuzhu was bored, so he took out a book and flipped through it casually.

More than two hours later, the train finally arrived at Baocheng Railway Station.

He Yuzhu, carrying luggage and a net bag, and leading He Yushui by the hand, got off the train.

After He Daqing left, he wrote back and also sent ten yuan every month.

So He Yuzhu knew He Daqing's address, so he directly hailed a tricycle and told him the address of the White Widow.

They arrived at the place quickly. It was a small courtyard. He Yuzhu confirmed that the house number was correct and asked Yushui to wait beside him while he went up to knock on the door.

Soon a woman came out, and her expression changed immediately when she saw He Yuzhu.

"It's you, you little brat, who dares to come knocking on our door?"

He Yuzhu didn't expect that Widow Bai would start cursing. Did she think that she could do whatever she wanted just because this was her territory in Baocheng?

He Yuzhu couldn't stand his bad habit.

It's like a big mouth.

"You foul-mouthed bastard, I'm being lenient with you. Where's He Daqing? Call him out."

The white widow was stunned for a moment, somewhat disbelieving, and reached out to touch her face. The burning pain quickly brought her back to her senses.

"Hiss, come quick! Where have you all gone? These outsiders are bullying our doorstep!"

He Yuzhu's tone remained icy: "What are you yelling about, you surnamed Bai? If you keep shouting, I'll slap your face until it's swollen."

"You..." Widow Bai did not expect He Yuzhu to be so reckless, hitting her without saying a word.

"You bastard, how dare you hit my mother! I'll kill you!"

A boy, slightly shorter than He Yuzhu, grabbed a wooden stick and rushed over.

Upon reaching him, he raised the wooden stick with both hands and swung it at He Yuzhu's head, intending to hit him.

It seems this is the White Widow's son.

He Yuzhu turned sideways and kicked from the side.

She kicked him in the chest, sending the white widow's son flying as he charged at her.

He Yuzhu didn't use much force this time, because if he used his full strength, he could kill someone with one kick.

Even though she had held back her strength, it still made the other person feel very uncomfortable. They fell to the ground, clutching their chest and groaning in pain.

The white widow was startled and quickly turned around to rush over, helping him up from the ground and asking loudly, "My son, how are you?"

The child clutched his aching chest and forced himself to say, "I'm fine."

The widow pulled her son, who was trying to get up, and held him down tightly, not wanting him to have another conflict with He Yuzhu.

After all, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that He Yuzhu was agile and skilled; his own son was no match for him, so why should he go forward and get beaten up by him?

Turning to the neighbors who were watching the commotion, he shouted, "This outsider is bullying me right at my doorstep, why are you all doing nothing?"

He Yuzhu quickly addressed the people around him who were trying to rush over:

“My name is He Yuzhu, and my father is He Daqing. You all know him, right? This is our family matter. Just watch the show and don’t interfere. I know you, but my fists and feet don’t.”

He Yuzhu said that the neighbors all stopped in their tracks. The widow had found a new man, and everyone knew that her ex-son had come to her door. It was indeed just a family matter.

Besides, he looks tall and strong, and he's very capable in a fight, so why should he stick his neck out for someone else's family affairs?

“I came to see He Daqing today, and as soon as I knocked on the door, Widow Bai started cursing. Women like that deserve to be beaten.”

Widow Bai was furious when she saw that He Yuzhu had silenced all the neighbors.

But some of the neighbors said, "Hey Bai's wife, you seduced someone's father from the capital, and now that their children have come looking for you, you can't just start cursing at them."

“That’s right, those are He Daqing’s own children. We should talk things out first and come up with a solution.”

"Look how old this little girl is! She's already kidnapped someone's father."

"This little girl is so pitiful, she lost her father at such a young age."

"That's right, that Bai guy is a real scoundrel. He seduced He Daqing and now he's always trying to seduce the men in our family. Ugh."

"Sister-in-law Hua, has your husband taken the bait? Tell me in detail."

"Is there still this matter?"

At first, several neighbors criticized the White Widow for having a hard time, but then they went off on a tangent and started talking about how the White Widow seduced other people.

The White Widow was so angry that her mouth twisted in disbelief. How could such a confidential matter have been known to so many people?

He Yuzhu said, "Widow Bai didn't expect you to be so unchaste. But thinking about it, it makes sense. If you were a chaste woman, how could you have gotten involved with my father?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

At this moment, a bystander who was watching the commotion said, "I know where He Daqing works. I'll go find him and drag him back."

"Zhang Laizi, how come you're better than everyone else? You're not allowed to go."

Zhang Laizi wasn't angry; he just said, "Widow Bai, you think you can't go just because you say so? I'm going today."

To be honest, Zhang Laizi turned around and ran away.

The white widow called out twice, and Zhang Laizi ran faster and faster, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.

"This Zhang Laizi is surprisingly proactive; it's rare to see someone like him."

"What? That Zhang Laizi has been interested in the widow for a long time. Why don't you seize this opportunity to get rid of He Daqing?"

"With someone like Zhang Laizi, how could Widow Bai possibly be interested in him?" one of them said, looking at the man.

The woman standing next to him, presumably his wife, couldn't help but reach out and pinch his ear: "What do you mean, 'White Widow doesn't like Zhang Laizi, but would she like a fool like you'?"

"Wife, let go! Your ear is about to be twisted off."

He Yuzhu's face was extremely ugly; he never expected that Widow Bai would be this kind of person.

This white widow seems to be indiscriminate in her desires, attracting all kinds of men.

Why did Da Qing feel so wronged? With his cooking skills, what kind of wife couldn't he find?

Why did you come all the way from the capital to help the White Widow?

However, He Yuzhu only thought about it, after all, he was a time traveler and had no feelings for He Daqing.

If He Yushui hadn't been pestering her every day, she wouldn't have bothered with He Daqing's affairs at all.

How he lives is none of my business.

The white widow was furious as she listened to the whispers and pointing around her; she wished all of them were dead.

They all speak so nicely normally, but when it really matters, none of them will help me.

He was even more furious that He Yuzhu suddenly came to find He Daqing and hit his own son.

Unable to defeat He Yuzhu, they blamed He Daqing for the incident.

Thinking about how to deal with He Daqing tonight, or at least teach him a lesson.

Finally, Zhang Laizi found He Daqing and brought him back.

"Silly Zhu, what are you doing here?"

He Yuzhu turned his head and saw it, then said in an annoyed tone, "I came with Yushui to see if you're dead yet."

At this moment, He Yushui was already very excited and ran towards He Daqing: "Dad!"

She threw herself into her arms and cried, "Dad, Yushui is the most obedient, Dad, please don't leave Yushui behind."

He Daqing glared at He Yuzhu, complaining that he had suddenly brought rainwater with him, and now he was worried about how to handle the situation.

Then I picked up Yushui and comforted her.

Seeing that Yu Shui's face was chubby and she felt heavy in his arms, he knew that He Yuzhu was taking good care of his younger sister, so he could rest assured.

After she left, she wasn't worried about her mentally challenged son; her only worry was her young daughter.

After all, Sha Zhu was only 16 years old last year, and it's uncertain whether he could take good care of his younger sister.

He gently patted He Yushui's back to comfort her, and then asked, "Shazhu, what brings you here at this hour? Are you having a hard time making ends meet?"

He Yuzhu said irritably, "Do you think I wanted to come see you? If it weren't for the rain, I wouldn't have come."

"Besides, I own three steamed bun shops, and I'm doing better than anyone else."

"What? It hasn't even been two years, and you're already out of the restaurant business? How did Lao Hong become a master chef?"

Before leaving, He Yuzhu was entrusted to Hong Henian's care. At this time, he should still be by Hong Henian's side as an apprentice.