Siheyuan: I don't mind if I break up the marriage

The twilight was like spilled paint, slowly spreading and enveloping the entire compound in a warm atmosphere.

In the backyard, Jiang Yueshen sat steadily on the slightly old but spotlessly clean rattan chair. His posture was upright, with a bit of calmness that came from the years.

In his arms, his little girl was like a soft and sticky dumpling, with chubby and rosy cheeks, just like a ripe apple, making people want to pinch her.

The little girl stretched out her lotus-like arms and waved them wildly in the air. She finally caught Jiang Yueshen's index finger.

She held it tightly, babbling something that only she could understand. Her clear laughter was like a clear spring in the mountains, tinkling and flowing happily in the courtyard.

Jiang Yueshen was so amused that his eyebrows curved, and there was a smile in the fine lines at the corners of his eyes. He gently scratched his daughter's nose with his other hand.

His voice was so gentle that water could drip out of it: "My little darling, you are such a happy person, you have made daddy's heart so sweet."

In the kitchen not far away, Li Shulan, wearing an apron that had become a little pale from washing, was busy working in an orderly manner.

She had a kind smile on her face, and her eyes were full of love as she looked at Jiang Yueshen and her little granddaughter from time to time.

The pot on the stove is emitting steam, which is the taste of home and the taste of happiness.

The fragrant soup was bubbling in the pot. Li Shulan would occasionally lift the lid and stir it gently with a spoon. Her focused expression seemed as if she was carving a precious work of art.

Zhang Niannian sat quietly on a small stool beside her, her soft hair casually tied behind her head, a few strands of hair hanging down beside her fair cheeks, adding a bit of gentleness to her.

Her fingers were slender and flexible, and she was picking vegetables skillfully. She carefully selected every leaf, not leaving out a single impurity.

She raised her head and said to Li Shulan with a smile, "Mom, I saw these greens were particularly fresh at the market today, so I thought of buying some and making her favorite stir-fried greens and mushrooms."

Li Shulan nodded repeatedly after hearing this, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter: "Niannian, you are so thoughtful, Yaya must be very happy.

When the child comes home from school and smells this aroma, he will definitely eat an extra bowl of rice.”

The family's conversation is simple and warm. There is nothing earth-shattering, but it is filled with the happiness of ordinary days.

Jiang Yueshen looked at his mother and wife busy in the kitchen, then at his lovely daughter in his arms, his heart full of satisfaction. He felt that this kind of life was the stable happiness he had always been pursuing.

At the same time, the Jia family in the middle courtyard was like a volcano about to erupt, suppressing intense anger and sadness.

Sha Zhu sat on the tattered chair, his body trembling slightly, his hands rubbing nervously on his knees, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead, wetting his collar.

His eyes were wandering and he dared not look directly into the eyes of Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu, as if those were two gazes that could burn him.

Jia Zhang could no longer suppress her anger. Her face turned red like a ripe tomato and could explode at any time.

She slammed the table so hard that the dishes and chopsticks on the table clanged loudly, and she yelled at the top of her voice:

"Silly Zhu, are you done yet? You haven't even farted for a long time, are you trying to drive us crazy?

If you have something to say, please say it now, don't waste time here!"

Her eyes were wide open, burning with rage, and she wished she could eat Shazhu alive.

Sha Zhu swallowed hard, as if something was stuck in his throat. His voice was hoarse and trembling:

"Aunt Jia, Qin Huairu, things... things may be a little difficult to handle. After listening to this, you must hold on."

When Qin Huairu heard this, her already uneasy heart suddenly sank, and she subconsciously took a breath of cold air.

Her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes, her fingertips turned white from the force, and an unprecedented fear gripped her heart.

Sha Zhu took a deep breath and said slowly:

"I took the things to ask the senior leader for help. At first, the senior leader was quite enthusiastic and asked me to play chess.

But I didn't have the heart to think about it, so I told him about Bang Geng's incident and asked him to call the relevant department to inquire about the situation.

After hearing this, the senior leader also felt it was difficult, but seeing that I was really anxious, he agreed to give it a try.

He picked up the phone and chatted with the person on the other end for a long time. It sounded to me like he was his comrade-in-arms.

When the big boss asked about Bang Geng, I don't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but the big boss' eyes widened.

He asked loudly in surprise, "What? When did it happen?" Then his brows knitted tightly together, his eyes stood up, and his face became particularly ugly.

When the big boss hung up the phone, he looked at me, sighed, and said Bang Geng had been shot..."

With a thump, Jia Zhang fell onto the chair as if all her strength had been drained away.

Her lips trembled, and she wanted to say something, but no word came out.

Qin Huairu's eyes rolled back, her body fell backwards limply, and she fell into a coma.

Sha Zhu was quick-witted and quick-handed. He rushed forward and held Qin Huairu firmly. His arms were shaking slightly, and it was unclear whether it was because of fear or nervousness.

But before Sha Zhu could breathe a sigh of relief, Jia Zhang suddenly jumped up from her chair like a mad female beast and pounced on Sha Zhu.

"You are talking nonsense! You damn fool, you must be lying to us! How could my grandson be shot?

He's still a child!" Jia Zhang cursed while waving her hands, slapping Sha Zhu's face hard.

Her palms fell on Sha Zhu's face with a "pa pa" sound, and each hit was full of force. Sha Zhu's face instantly became red and swollen, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Sha Zhu supported the unconscious Qin Huairu and had no hands free to protect her. He could only grit his teeth and endure the beatings and scolding from Jia Zhang.

His face was filled with pain and helplessness, sweat and blood mixed together and slid down his cheeks. His eyes showed deep guilt, as if to say:

"I tried my best, but I couldn't save Bang Geng."

The commotion here soon attracted people from the courtyard who came to watch the fun. They gathered around and blocked the Jia family's courtyard.

Someone saw Sha Zhu's face was covered with wounds, but he didn't fight back, and couldn't help but shout anxiously:

"Hurry up and find the third uncle Yan Bugui and the second uncle. This Jia Zhang has gone crazy and really wants to beat Sha Zhu to death!"

After hearing the news, Liu Haizhong rushed to the central courtyard in a hurry.