I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

In his panic, he instinctively reached for something nearby, and with a "rip," the blanket wrapped around Qin Huairu was ripped off by him.

He Yuzhu fell heavily to the ground, while Qin Huairu was pulled and stumbled, almost falling as well.

She screamed instinctively, her face turning bright red, and she quickly covered her body with her hands.

He Yuzhu, lying on the ground, saw Qin Huairu's clothes and his eyes widened instantly. Two streams of blood flowed uncontrollably from his nose. He was stunned, as if he had been frozen in place.

Seeing this, Zhou Weiguo quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Qin Huairu, why are you still wearing my Zhuzi's clothes? What kind of image do you present? Go back and change your clothes right now."

Qin Huairu then came to her senses, hurriedly picked up the quilt from the ground, wrapped it around herself, and rushed home.

He Yuzhu lay on the ground, his eyes still fixed on the direction Qin Huairu had left, muttering repeatedly, "Uncle, those are my clothes, my clothes! Sister Qin was wearing my clothes..."

Zhou Weiguo was both angry and amused. He raised his hand and slapped He Yuzhu on the head again, yelling, "Are you out of your mind? Someone just put their clothes on you, what's with all the fuss?"

After saying that, he shouted in the direction of the Jia family, "Qin Huairu, remember to clean up Zhuzi's house later. It's all because of you that Zhuzi's house is such a mess."

As the farce surrounding the Jia family came to an end, the crowd's eyes were filled with indescribable emotions—some were amused by the spectacle, some felt sympathy for Qin Huairu, and others murmured at Jia Dongxu for his indiscriminate actions.

After exchanging a knowing glance, they picked up their brooms and mops and dispersed dejectedly. The courtyard instantly returned to the quiet of the night, leaving only the mess in He Yuzhu's main room standing out starkly.

Qin Huairu staggered into the Jia family's house, locked the wooden door with a "click" and her chest was still heaving from the shock.

She rushed to Jia Dongxu, who was sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her voice trembling with unease: "Dongxu, what exactly happened? Zhou Weiguo was clearly in the room, but we couldn't find him anywhere! This is too strange!"

Jia Dongxu clutched his hair, his brows furrowed, his face a picture of utter frustration and bewilderment: "I just can't figure it out! I watched him go into Sha Zhu's house right before my eyes, and then he just turned around and vanished into thin air? The doors and windows were all locked tight, could he possibly walk through walls?"

Qin Huairu squatted on the ground, her fingers unconsciously picking at the wood grain on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her mind racing back to the details of what had just happened.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she looked up sharply at Jia Dongxu: "Dongxu, do you think... could it be that his house has a secret passage? Didn't Zhou Weiguo renovate He Yuzhu and Uncle's houses a while ago? Maybe they secretly dug it back then!"

"A secret passage?" Jia Dongxu slapped his thigh, stamping his foot in frustration. "That's right! How could I not have thought of that! It's a pity there were too many people around, and I didn't have a chance to search carefully. If I go back now, Zhou Weiguo will definitely have something to say about me!"

Seeing him pacing anxiously, Qin Huairu quickly stepped forward, gently shaking his arms and softly advising, "Don't worry, it's not entirely hopeless. When I came back just now, Zhou Weiguo asked me to tidy up Sha Zhu's room—think about it, I can use tidying up as an excuse to thoroughly search the room for that secret passage, and maybe even find some incriminating evidence against him!"

Jia Dongxu's face instantly darkened, his eyes filled with wariness: "You're going? You and Sha Zhu, all alone together, what kind of talk will that make? We'll talk about it tomorrow during the day."

"Okay, I'll listen to you, Dongxu. Don't worry, I'll just tidy up the house and won't talk to He Yuzhu too much!" Qin Huairu quickly assured him.

Jia Dongxu pondered for a moment, then decided the idea was indeed feasible and nodded firmly: "Alright! You'd better be careful not to let him see through our disguise. That kid was lucky today, but next time I'll definitely make him suffer a big fall and let him know that the Jia family is not to be trifled with!"

Looking at his obsessive expression, Qin Huairu swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to remind Jia Dongxu that Zhou Weiguo was meticulous and might not be so easy to deal with, but the words remained unspoken.

At this moment, Jia Dongxu's gaze swept over the obviously oversized He Yuzhu factory uniform she was wearing. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, a strange heat appeared in his eyes, and his breathing gradually became heavy.

……

Five minutes later, the Jia family's kang (heated brick bed) was filled with peaceful snoring.

Jia Dongxu held the sleeping Banggeng in his arms, drool still hanging from the corner of his mouth, sleeping very soundly.

Qin Huairu sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her face still flushed.

She slowly changed into her own coarse cloth jacket, folded He Yuzhu's factory uniform neatly, and placed it in the corner of the kang (a heated brick bed).

Looking at Jia Dongxu, who was sleeping soundly on the kang (a heated brick bed) without a care in the world, she shook her head helplessly, feeling a mix of emotions.

The scene at He Yuzhu's house just now reappeared in her mind—she had already lowered herself to such an extent, but Zhou Weiguo remained cold and indifferent, not only unmoved but also digging a pit for her, making her lose face in front of the entire hospital.

It was at that moment that she finally understood that Zhou Weiguo had absolutely no interest in her. Compared to Jia Dongxu's cowardice, Zhou Weiguo's indifference frustrated her even more.

As Zhou Weiguo stepped into the room in the east courtyard, he saw Natasha leaning lazily against the headboard, her blonde hair scattered on the plain pillow, her eyes still sleepy.

"Young master, what's all this commotion outside the yard?" Natasha sat up, her voice full of confusion.

Zhou Weiguo took off his coat and draped it over the back of his chair, then proceeded to recount the whole story of how Qin Huairu and Jia Dongxu had set up the scheme.

After listening, Natasha couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth into a mischievous smile, raising an eyebrow: "Little master, Qin Huairu was so proactive, you really weren't tempted at all?"

Zhou Weiguo chuckled and shook his head: "I have no such intention. I have my own bottom line in this regard. To put it bluntly, Jia Dongxu has been to the Eight Great Hutongs quite a bit, and I find them dirty."

"But they've already gone too far, we can't just let it go like this, can we?" Natasha sat up straight, her tone tinged with indignation. "Are we just going to let those two jump around and cause trouble in the yard?"

Zhou Weiguo tapped his fingertips lightly on the table and nodded, saying, "You're right. We should think of a way to teach them a lesson, so that this doesn't go on forever."

"Leave it to me!"

Natasha's eyes lit up, and she patted her chest, saying, "I guarantee they'll learn a lesson, but there won't be any trouble."

Zhou Weiguo smiled and agreed, "Okay, then you handle it as you see fit, just don't go too far."