Siheyuan: Wang Bo's Happy Life

Jia Zhang died on her wedding night, died at the hands of her new husband Jia Zhonghai, died from her own arrogance, and died before she could live the beautiful life she had longed for.

Feeling that the legs in his arms had stopped struggling, Yi Zhonghai loosened his hands, trembling and slowly raised his head to look up.

Yi Zhonghai raised his head and suddenly saw Jia Zhang looking at him with her head down. Her face was flushed, her mouth was half open, her tongue was sticking out, and her eyes were wide open and full of resentment as she stared at him!

Yi Zhonghai was shocked by the appearance of Jia Zhang after her death. He collapsed to the ground with his whole body numb, making meaningless sounds.

"Ah~ah~"

Qin Huairu, who was waiting outside, heard the noise inside and quickly pushed the door open.

When Qin Huairu pushed the door open, Jia Zhang's corpse seemed to be moved by the breeze from opening the door. The hanging body seemed to come alive, turned around slowly, and faced Qin Huairu straight again.

As soon as Qin Huairu entered the room, she saw that the hanging Jia Zhang seemed to be still alive. She slowly turned around in the air, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, staring at her with resentment, like a demon returning from hell, and seemed like she was going to pounce on her and take her away in the next second.

Suddenly, a chill ran from Qin Huairu's head to her heels.

Then Qin Huairu opened her eyes wide and collapsed to the ground, with a stream of liquid flowing onto the ground.

Yi Zhonghai, who was awakened by the sound of Qin Huairu entering the room, looked at Jia Zhang who was so close to him and immediately reacted. He quickly used his hands and feet to move himself away.

"Close the door, close the door!"

Hearing Yi Zhonghai's call, Qin Huairu obeyed the order unconsciously, and she closed the door tremblingly.

Another gust of wind blew, and Jia Zhang turned around slowly and rushed towards Yi Zhonghai who had recovered from his shock.

Seeing Jia Zhang's eyes again, as if she wanted to eat him alive, Yi Zhonghai shuddered all over again and quickly crawled to Qin Huairu's side.

Seeing that Qin Huairu was still frightened, Yi Zhonghai raised his hand and slapped her.

"Huai Ru, calm down, calm down, it's time to proceed to the next step!"

After receiving a slap, Qin Huairu finally stopped panicking. She lowered her head and stopped looking at Jia Zhang who was shaking slightly. She kept muttering, "Yes, yes, yes, next step, next step, what's the next step?"

"The next step is for you to go home and for me to go out and find an alibi."

"Yeah!"

Yi Zhonghai pulled Qin Huairu up, frowned, took a piece of cloth, wiped the liquid on the ground, and said to Qin Huairu, "Calm down, don't let others see through you."

After saying that, he gently opened the door and stepped out first.

Qin Huairu also followed out. She took a deep breath and slowly walked towards her home.

After returning home, Qin Huairu quickly changed her clothes and lay on the bed pretending to sleep. However, in the darkness, Qin Huairu always felt that her mother-in-law, Jia Zhang, was hanging in the air, staring at her viciously.

Qin Huairu was so frightened that she could only cover herself with the quilt and shiver.

After seeing Qin Huairu return home, Yi Zhonghai calmed himself down and walked out of the courtyard with big strides.

In the toilet, looking at the dark pit in front of him, Yi Zhonghai frowned. Did he really have to be so ruthless?

From a distance, Yi Zhonghai could smell the strong, foul odor coming from the pit. How awful would it be if he went in?

But think about it, which is more important, reputation or life?

Now the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. Yi Zhonghai gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, took a step forward and jumped into the pit.

After entering the pit, the pungent stench made Yi Zhonghai unable to open his eyes. The air he breathed in was like thin needles, piercing his lungs.

Yi Zhonghai regretted it. If he couldn't get out, he would suffocate to death here.

Suppressing his nausea, he opened his mouth and shouted outside:

"Help, help!"

Yi Zhonghai shouted loudly and couldn't help but take a deep breath. Suddenly, the smelly and pungent air filled his body again, making him vomit.

Yi Zhonghai really regretted it. Was it necessary for him to be so ruthless? It would be better for him to die than to stay here.

After stopping vomiting, Yi Zhonghai shouted at the top of his lungs,

"Help!"

After shouting, he started vomiting again.

Every minute and every second here was a torment between life and death for Yi Zhonghai. He truly experienced what it meant to live every day like a year.

After an unknown amount of time, Yi Zhonghai finally woke up the neighbors in the surrounding courtyards. The neighbors followed the sound and found Yi Zhonghai, who was almost dying in the pit.

“Isn’t this Lao Yi?”

"What? This is Lao Jia. He just got married today!"

"Stop talking nonsense, he's rolling his eyes!"

Everyone quickly asked Yi Zhonghai to stretch out his hand, then held their breath and pulled Yi Zhonghai out of the pit.

After being rescued, Yi Zhonghai lay on the ground, breathing in deep breaths. He had been in there for so long that he was already short of oxygen.

After taking a long time to recover, Yi Zhonghai got up from the ground, thanked everyone, and then walked out unsteadily, holding on to the wall.

After leaving the toilet, Yi Zhonghai enjoyed the same treatment as Xu Damao did back then.

In the middle of the night, the streets were full of people, each of them walking around with a flashlight in their hands. When they saw someone coming out of the toilet, all the flashlights were instantly focused on Yi Zhonghai who had just come out.

"It turns out that Old Yi fell into the toilet!"

Yi Zhonghai's face, which had been pale just now, suddenly turned red again. It had been a long time since he had been so embarrassed.

Seeing that Yi Zhonghai was covered in filth, with even his gray hair covered in yellow feces, the people around him quickly moved five meters away.

Yan Bugui drank a lot tonight. As soon as he came out of the compound, he saw Yi Zhonghai under the spotlight. He was so shocked that he shouted, "Stop crowding around. Go get some water and wash off the dirt on Old Yi!"

Some kind-hearted neighbors hurried back to fetch water, while some other nosy people stayed where they were and commented on Yi Zhonghai.

"Isn't Yi Zhonghai getting married today? How did he fall into the toilet?"

"He drank too much. Luckily our toilet isn't deep, or he would have drowned."

"Look at Old Yi, his head is covered with shit. How long has he been in there? He won't be able to sleep with Jia Zhang tonight."

"It's fate, it's fate, it's fate. If there's fate, there's feces. It's fate that he got married today. It's feces that he fell into the toilet. Old Yi's marriage is perfect."

"Ah, if you say so, who would need to prepare manure for a wedding?"

"That's not the case!"

"Well, when you get married I will prepare it myself and shower you with it."

The ridicule and mockery from all around continued to reach Yi Zhonghai's ears, but he no longer felt ashamed. Instead, he hoped that the more people would watch, the better, and he would be as miserable as possible.

After a while, the neighbors brought basins of water and poured them on Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai drank a lot of wine tonight and stayed in the pit for another twenty minutes. After being shocked by the cold water, the old man could no longer hold on and fell directly to the ground, vomiting in a daze.

The crowd that was watching just now spoke up again, "As the old saying goes, the original soup turns into the original food. Do you think Lao Yi will get better if he drinks all the things on the ground?"