Siheyuan: I have a mental illness

Jia Zhang opened her mouth but couldn't say anything. Her eyes were full of fear, as if countless voices were echoing in her mind, but she couldn't express them in words. Ye Fan looked at Jia Zhang with a playful look on his face, as if he was enjoying an interesting performance.

Jia Zhang stared at Ye Fan's face with wide eyes. Her heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of her chest. She wanted to scream and run away, but her legs were as heavy as lead and she couldn't move. Suddenly, she turned around and ran away. However, she forgot that there was a closed door behind her.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, Jia Zhang's head hit the door hard. The impact was so strong that her body bounced back and she sat on the ground. Jia Zhang's forehead quickly swelled up into a ginkgo-sized bump. She covered her forehead with tears in her eyes and muttered, "Oh, it hurts so much!"

Ye Fan looked at Jia Zhang sitting on the ground and couldn't help laughing. He thought that Jia Zhang had already asked for trouble before he even had the chance to do anything. The other people in the yard witnessed this scene and burst into laughter. They thought Jia Zhang was ridiculous.

Ye Fan came up behind her, took out a machete from his arms, squatted down, and directly put the machete on Jia Zhang's neck, saying coldly: "Tell me, should I kill you with one knife? Or should I chop you and leave you half dead?"

Jia Zhang felt the icy coldness on her neck and Ye Fan's cold and ruthless words, and her inner fear and panic were instantly magnified to the peak.

At this moment, everyone in the courtyard watched Ye Fan take out the extremely sharp machete. They were all shocked and wondered: Why on earth would this madman carry such a huge knife with him?

Jia Zhang covered her forehead tightly, but could not utter a word, as if she had turned into a statue and remained motionless. The blade in Ye Fan's hand had already scared her to death.

Ye Fan stared at Jia Zhang, who was frightened and dumbfounded, with a playful smile on his face. He said again, "Tell me quickly, do you want to give you a quick death, or let you linger half-dead?"

As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, Jia Zhang began to cry loudly, her voice was shrill and sad.

Ye Fan looked at Jia Zhang who broke down and cried, and said jokingly: "I'll give you one minute to think about it, and crying also counts as time."

At this time, Aunt Gao came out and questioned Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, you are going too far. What did Jia Zhang do to you?"

Ye Fan turned his head and looked at Aunt Gao, his eyes were like a man-eating devil, and said to Aunt Gao: "Why, do you want to die for her?"

After hearing what Ye Fan said, Aunt Gao was stunned and froze for a moment.

Jia Zhang seemed to have found a savior, and hurriedly shouted to the aunt Gao: "Gao, save me! I don't want to die yet!"

Aunt Gao looked at Ye Fan's murderous eyes and began to feel scared.

However, Aunt Gao still mustered up the courage and said to Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, you are the section chief of a state-owned enterprise after all. Do you still have the face to embarrass an old woman like Jia Zhang?"

After hearing what Gao said, Ye Fan suddenly laughed, looked at Jia Zhang and asked: "Do you want to live?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Zhang hurriedly nodded and shouted to Ye Fan: "If you want to live, if you want to live, Chief Ye, I can do anything you want me to do, as long as you don't stab me."

Ye Fan looked at Jia Zhang, his mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a playful smile, and said to her: "You go hold the portrait of Old Jia, sit at the door of Yi Zhonghai's house and cry to summon the soul to take Yi Zhonghai away. Just cry for an hour, and I will let you go. How about it?"

When Jia Zhang heard Ye Fan's words, she was a little dissatisfied, but she didn't dare to disobey. She could only grit her teeth and stand up. She walked into the room and picked up the portrait of Lao Jia, as if she saw a savior, and held it tightly in her arms.

Jia Zhang held the portrait of Old Jia and ran to the door of Yi Zhonghai's house as fast as the wind. She sat on the ground without hesitation and began an extreme soul-calling performance.

Jia Zhang opened her throat and cried out, "Old Jia! Dongxu! Banggeng! The three of you come up and take Yi Zhonghai away! Dongxu, your master, this old man is really useless! Take him away. Banggeng, take Gao away as well. Wuuwu, wuuwu, take her away quickly!"

The shrill cries pierced through the courtyard like a sharp sword. The residents in the courtyard were attracted one after another, and they looked at the scene in front of them with expressions of surprise and admiration on their faces.

Everyone secretly sighed in their hearts: This Jia Zhang is really an oddity. She was able to respond to Ye Fan's request so quickly, and cried so miserably. She is simply a fighter among talents!

At this time, Jia Zhang was completely immersed in her performance. She cried and slapped the ground with her hands, looking very pitiful. However, her heart was full of helplessness and grievance. After all, she had to do this just to protect herself.

Ye Fan stood quietly aside, watching Jia Zhang's performance with cold eyes. He was secretly proud of himself, thinking that his plan had been more than half successful. Next, he wanted to see how Yi Zhonghai would deal with this farce.

Aunt Gao was furious when she saw Jia Zhang summoning spirits in front of her house. She yelled at Jia Zhang, "Jia Zhang, what are you doing? I came out to help you out of good intentions, but you actually listened to that little bastard Ye Fan and stood in front of my house..."

However, before Aunt Gao finished her words, Ye Fan appeared in front of her like a ghost, and his speed was shocking. He held a sharp machete in his hand and put it on the aunt's neck without hesitation, and warned her fiercely: "If you dare to say another word, believe it or not, I will make your head fly up to the sky immediately?"

Aunt Gao never dreamed that Ye Fan would be so bold as to threaten her with a knife. She was terrified, her face turned pale, and her whole body trembled. She tried to turn her head away, but found that she couldn't move at all. She could only look at Ye Fan stiffly, her eyes full of fear and despair. She swallowed hard, but she didn't dare to utter a word.

At this time, Qin Huairu, who was standing at the door of He Yushui's house, stared at Ye Fan from beginning to end. Since the moment Ye Fan walked into the middle courtyard, her eyes had never left him.

Ever since Ye Fan congratulated Jia Zhang, Qin Huairu had been observing him silently. At this moment, she finally understood that Ye Fan did this just to vent her anger. She was deeply moved and could not express it in words. This deep friendship made her grateful to tears. She secretly made up her mind to repay Ye Fan's kindness to her with practical actions.