Love in the Courtyard: Starting with Engineers

As soon as Yi Zhonghai got home, he saw Yang Ruihua packing her luggage.

"Ruihua, what happened today was my fault, but I had no choice. It was all Qin Huairu's doing that seduced me."

Yang Ruihua glared at Yi Zhonghai, her eyes red: "Yi Zhonghai, you shameless bastard! If you've disliked me after all these years, you can just tell me, and I'll give up my place!"

Why are you doing this to me? You told me I would leave, that I wouldn't keep holding you back.

Yang Ruihua said to Yi Zhonghai while crying.

Yi Zhonghai also pretended to be sad and said, "I can't bear to part with you. We've been married for so many years. I originally planned to trick Qin Huairu into having a child with me and then move out of the courtyard house with the child."

"But I didn't expect things to be exposed today, so I had no choice but to say that."

"Otherwise, Qin Huairu and I would definitely be paraded through the streets, and we would definitely lose our jobs."

"How will we survive if we don't have jobs!"

When Yang Ruihua heard Yi Zhonghai say that, she gradually calmed down.

However, Yang Ruihua proposed that they could divorce, but she wanted one of the houses and half of the savings.

When Yi Zhonghai heard Yang Ruihua say this, a flash of ruthlessness crossed his eyes, because Yi Zhonghai knew that he was incapable of having children.

So he intended to keep that money for his retirement, but now he never expected that Yang Ruihua would dare to covet it.

In the past, he could have refused outright, but the neighborhood committee had previously informed him that his earnings and the house were joint property of him and his wife, and that even in a divorce, they would have to split it in half.

Yi Zhonghai did not refuse: "Tomorrow we will go to the street office first, I will transfer the ownership of the east wing to you, and then we will go to the bank to divide the deposit."

Although Yang Ruihua could receive half of Yi Zhonghai's assets, she still felt a pang of sadness.

Later, she felt it was all her fault for not being able to give Yi Zhonghai a son or daughter, so she couldn't blame Yi Zhonghai; in her mind, it was all her fault.

In the middle of the night, Yi Zhonghai looked at the sleeping old woman and a thought suddenly popped into his head: rather than letting Yang Ruihua divide his money and house.

Perhaps... this way we could avoid being laughed at by everyone in the same courtyard. Yi Zhonghai became more and more obsessed with the idea.

Suddenly falling asleep, Yang Ruihua only felt a dark shadow flash by before her neck was grabbed tightly.

As soon as Yang Ruihua opened her eyes, she saw Yi Zhonghai with a ferocious expression. She hurriedly patted Yi Zhonghai's hand, but it was no use. She tried to scream, but her neck was being choked and she couldn't make a sound.

Her vision began to blur, and in her hazy state, she seemed to return to the day she married Yi Zhonghai, when he came to pick her up on a tall horse, wearing a red long gown.

Her consciousness grew increasingly blurred, and suddenly all the images disappeared.

She stared at Yi Zhonghai with her eyes open, two tears slowly falling from the corners of her eyes, a faint smile still lingering on her lips.

Seeing that Yang Ruihua had stopped moving, Yi Zhonghai released his grip, sat weakly on the edge of the bed, and kept muttering, "Ruihua, go in peace, don't blame me."

Yi Zhonghai turned his head to look at Yang Ruihua, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw Yang Ruihua with his eyes wide open, which startled him so much that he fell off the bed.

After a while, seeing that Yang Ruihua was not moving, he took another look and checked with his hand to make sure that she was not breathing before Yi Zhonghai breathed a sigh of relief.

The next day, before dawn, Yi Zhonghai's tearful cries could be heard from his home:

"Ruihua! Ruihua! What's wrong? Don't scare me!"

Hearing the commotion, everyone rushed to Yi Zhonghai's house, including Li Yu and Bai Ling.

Li Yu and Bai Ling were not the type to like getting involved in a commotion, but when they heard Yi Zhonghai shouting, it was clear that something had happened.

When the group arrived at Yi Zhonghai's house, they saw Yi Zhonghai sitting on the ground, holding Yang Ruihua, crying incessantly.

"Old Yi, what's wrong?" Liu Haizhong asked.

"Ruihua...she...she hanged herself!" Yi Zhonghai started crying again.

"Ah! This..."

"Old Yi, please accept my condolences!"

Yan Bugui quickly said

Just when everyone thought the old woman had hanged herself because of the trauma she experienced the night before.

Bai Ling noticed something amiss; she discovered obvious strangulation marks on Yang Ruihua's neck.

Seeing so many people coming, Yi Zhonghai cried even harder, saying between sobs, "Ruihua, it's not your fault that you can't have children."

"Even if we get divorced, I won't abandon you. Didn't we agree on that yesterday?"

"I'll give you the house and my savings, why are you still leaving?"

Upon hearing Yi Zhonghai's words, Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi, who were standing by the door, felt a surge of relief.

"It's a good thing she's dead, otherwise all the money in my family would have gone to her."

Just as Yi Zhonghai was putting on his energetic performance, Bai Ling shouted:

"Yi Zhonghai! Stop acting!"

Yi Zhonghai was startled and looked at Bai Ling with a look of horror.

"Officer Bai, what are you talking about? What did I act out?"

Everyone looked at Bai Ling with puzzled expressions.

Bai Ling came to Yi Zhonghai's side and pulled away one of Yi Zhonghai's arms that was holding Yang Ruihua, revealing Yang Ruihua's neck.

She pointed at Yang Ruihua's neck and said, "Look at this spot, this bruise is obviously from pinching. A rope would only leave a thin, even line."

"However, Yang Ruihua's is not only very wide, but also extremely uneven in thickness."

Upon hearing Bai Ling's words, Yi Zhonghai was stunned for a moment, and his whole body began to tremble.

But she still argued, "You...you're talking nonsense. What if she tried to kill herself by strangling herself, realized she couldn't, and then tried to hang herself?"

Bai Ling looked at Yi Zhonghai with an expression as if he were an idiot.

Then he said, "You can't get bruises by pinching yourself."

"And look, there's blood under your fingernails!"

Yi Zhonghai instinctively raised his hand to look, and as soon as he did, he knew it was all over.

Bai Ling was bluffing him, but he didn't expect that while he was stunned, Bai Ling would put handcuffs on him.

"This...this..." Yi Zhonghai sighed and remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

The onlookers were surprised that Bai Ling was so capable that she could determine the cause of death with just one glance, and they were also amazed at how ruthless Yi Zhonghai was.

He killed the person he had shared a bed with for decades without hesitation, and even faked it as a suicide.

If it weren't for Officer Bai, Yi Zhonghai probably would have gotten away with it.

The person who went to report the case soon arrived with the police station. They were shocked to see that it was the No. 95 courtyard house again.

After Yi Zhonghai finished explaining how he committed the murder to everyone, the street office officials also came over.

Yi Zhonghai was taken away, and Yang Ruihua's funeral arrangements were simply handled by the neighborhood committee and the body was taken to the crematorium for burning.

In the end, it was Sha Zhu who went to collect the ashes, because Yang Ruihua had treated Sha Zhu and his sister quite well.