Courtyard House: He Daqing Forces Qin Huairu into Marrying at the Beginning

Courtyard House: He Daqing's Forced Marriage of Qin Huairu at the Beginning Author: Grand Scholar of the Celestial Dynasty

Summary:

He Daqing, who died suddenly from working overtime, was reborn into the body of He Daqing, 51 years later, to start a new life. At this time, the widow Bai had just arrived at the steel rolling mill and had not yet had a deep conversation with He Daqing, so there was still time.

To avoid the tragedy of being kicked out by his adopted son in his old age, He Daqing decided to marry Qin Huairu first.

Why bother with widows or forming alliances? Aren't young, unmarried women better? Age gap? Age is never an obstacle to relationships, as long as the dowry is generous enough.

Chapter 1 Soul Transmigration into He Daqing

Nanluoguxiang, Dongcheng District, Beijing.

As dawn breaks and the gentle autumn breeze carries the first hint of light, families in the courtyard begin their busy preparations for the new day.

Two years ago, the country was established, and the war that had lasted for many years was finally quelled. People who had experienced those difficult years cherished the hard-won peace and understood even more the value of a stable life.

Therefore, their enthusiasm for work is extremely high, and they are all vying to contribute to social development.

The door to the side room in the middle courtyard opened, and He Daqing slowly walked out of the room, glancing around as his brows furrowed involuntarily.

"A week has passed, and there's really no going back."

He Daqing looked up at the sky and murmured softly.

Looking back, He Daqing was a college graduate in the 21st century who was unfortunately involved in a collision with a dump truck during his job search. As a result, his soul was transported to a courtyard house and he became a cook with the same name.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

A soft, childlike voice came from the door behind him. A little girl with pigtails was looking at He Daqing with her big, watery eyes, full of worry.

"Rain, it's getting late, Dad will take you to school now."

He Daqing composed himself, turned around, and forced a smile in an attempt to comfort the little girl.

Having been single for over twenty years in his previous life, He Daqing suddenly became a father after transmigrating, and not only that, he had both a son and a daughter. Fortunately, he had merged with the original owner's memories, otherwise He Daqing really wouldn't have been able to handle it.

Luckily, that rascal He Yuzhu wasn't home, otherwise it would have been even more troublesome.

"Dad, are you really alright?"

The cloud of worry hadn't dissipated from He Yushui's face. Her father's recent behavior had been somewhat unnatural, which made the little girl feel inexplicably uneasy.

He Daqing was used to being lazy and unkempt. In his early thirties, he looked as old as a man in his forties or fifties.

For some reason, I suddenly started tidying up these past few days.

Not only did she tidy up the pigsty-like room, but she also cleaned her clothes and looked refreshed, as if she were a completely different person.

People in the courtyard were gossiping behind his back, saying that He Daqing had found a lover and planned to remarry, and would ignore He Yushui and He Yuzhu from now on.

The little girl was very worried about this, fearing that her father would abandon her.

"What could possibly happen to me?"

Your dad is doing well.

He Daqing let out a soft sigh, inwardly moved.

He Yushui, He Yuzhu, and the familiar yet unfamiliar names of the surrounding neighbors—it felt like I had truly traveled into the world of the drama "Siheyuan" (Courtyard House).

"Hurry up, or we'll be late."

He Daqing urged.

After delivering the rainwater, he still has to go to work at the steel rolling mill.

He Yushui hung her head, following closely behind He Daqing like a chick.

After greeting the neighbors who were gradually getting up, the father and daughter walked to the front gate.

A thin man with a pointed chin, shrewd and cunning eyes, dressed in a gray long robe and with a scholarly air, was smiling at them.

"Good morning, Great Qing Dynasty."

"Good morning, Lao Yan."

I was just about to send rainwater to the school.

I'm in a hurry, so I'll be going now.

The original owner was not a lively and talkative person, and his relationship with his neighbors was neither good nor bad, and they were not close.

He Daqing had only been here a few days and hadn't fully integrated into the environment yet. He was afraid of saying the wrong thing and giving himself away, so he didn't have much interaction with her.

Yan Bugui seemed not to hear He Daqing's words, and shamelessly squeezed to the side, whispering, "Daqing, how's your search for a partner going?"

If you can't find a suitable one, I have a relative back in my hometown whose situation is similar to yours.

If you're interested, as long as...

Yan Bugui peeked out from his sleeve and rubbed a few fingers together lightly, clearly indicating that he wanted money.

"Old Yan, I know my own situation, so you don't need to worry about it."

He Daqing brushed aside the annoying Yan Bugui and told Yushui to hurry up and follow.

After taking only a few steps, Yan Bugui's voice came from behind.

"Da Qing, you must think this over carefully. Your life's most important matter cannot be taken lightly."

He Daqing helped He Yushui up and left without looking back.

Yan Laokou truly lived up to his reputation; he wouldn't let go of any opportunity to make money, and he even took on the role of matchmaker.

There are plenty of matchmakers in Beijing, so if He Daqing really wants to remarry, he'll have to find a professional.

After walking for a while, He Yushui suddenly stopped.

"Rain, what's wrong with you today?"

Walking and stopping intermittently, He Daqing seriously suspected that He Yushui didn't want to go to school.

"Dad, are you going to abandon me?"

He Yushui suddenly burst into tears, her little hands wiping away her tears, turning slightly red from the cold wind.

He Daqing quickly wiped away his daughter's tears and gently comforted her.

"Who said I don't want you anymore?"

"Which bastard said that? I'm going to teach him a lesson he won't forget!"

He Daqing was completely bewildered and had no idea what was going on.

I've been working diligently these past few days and haven't made any mistakes, so how could I be the target of rumors?

When serving meals to the steel mill workers, He Daqing didn't stir the wok, nor did he recall offending anyone recently.

"But they all say you're going to get married and then you won't want me anymore."

He Yushui sobbed softly.

"Don't even mention something as far-fetched as getting a wife. Even if we did get married, I wouldn't abandon you."

You are my precious daughter.

He Daqing squatted down, felt in his coat pocket, and magically produced a White Rabbit milk candy, gently placing it in his daughter's hand.

"Be good, stop crying."

Staring at the milk candy in her palm, He Yushui quickly recovered.

In this era, children's happiness is so simple; a piece of candy can make them happy all day.

After calming the little girl down, we walked slowly and finally arrived at Hongxing Primary School, which was affiliated with the steel rolling mill.

Watching He Yushui's departing figure, He Daqing, standing at the school gate, breathed a long sigh of relief.

It's often said that daughters are their fathers' little cotton-padded jackets, but when these little cotton-padded jackets get into a ruckus, they can be just as powerful as their sons.

Although he had received all of the original owner's memories, He Daqing was still somewhat overwhelmed.

After all, he was single in his previous life, never even got married, let alone had children.

He Daqing is the head chef of the steel rolling mill canteen, which only serves lunch and dinner.

As long as the meal is completed on time, arriving at the steel rolling mill a little late is not a problem.

Therefore, He Daqing walked leisurely after leaving the school, pondering as he went.

Based on his past life memories, He Daqing in the TV series was truly a tragic fool.

Driven by lust, he abandoned his two children and fled to Baocheng to have an affair with a widow surnamed Bai.

He helped others raise their children, but in his old age, he was kicked out by his stepson who couldn't be trusted. In the end, he could only shamelessly crawl back to Beijing. It was truly a pitiful sight.

How can someone you've adopted halfway through life be as reliable as your own child? They neglect their own children, yet they're ungrateful wretches to other people's children; they deserve to suffer.

A man is in his prime at forty.

He Daqing is in the prime of his life, why would he want to find a widow?

Think of a way to find a brand new one; isn't that better than a secondhand one?

Now that He Daqing has transmigrated here, he will not let things develop to that point. He will use his own hands to create a bright future.

Chapter 2 White Widow

Inside the second canteen of the steel rolling mill, several kitchen helpers were busy washing the radishes and cabbages that would be used for lunch.

Although they are called kitchen helpers, they are actually just general laborers in the canteen. During the day, they are only responsible for odd jobs such as picking and washing vegetables and handling garbage. They are not allowed to interfere with the cooking.

Unless you formally become an apprentice and receive permission from the head chef, you won't have the opportunity to learn skills at the stove.

These days, any skill that allows you to make a living is precious and should not be easily passed on.

As soon as He Daqing entered the canteen, several kitchen helpers looked over and hurriedly greeted him.

"Good morning, Master He."