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

Suddenly, a bold and outrageous idea exploded in his mind like a thunderbolt, causing him to choke on the rest of his sentence. He gasped, and the thoughtful look on his face was instantly replaced by extreme terror.

He turned his head sharply, his eyes fixed on the closed door of Zhang Cuilan's house. His pupils contracted, and his mind raced. He recalled Yi Zhonghai's appearance and the regret that he had never been able to leave behind a child. He tried to compare the child's appearance with Liu Haizhong's, especially the child's round face. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

That face shape, those features between the eyebrows and eyes, there is not a trace of Yi Zhonghai, but rather a faint resemblance to Liu Haizhong!

Yan Fugui was completely stunned, standing motionless as if all his strength had been drained away. He muttered uncontrollably, "Wait... when did this happen? How could this be?"

He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the absurd thought, his tone full of self-doubt, "No, no... it's all fake, all just my own imagination, I must be seeing things!"

The three older women beside him had already noticed that something was wrong with him. One moment he was stroking his chin in thought, and the next he was muttering in fear. They quickly tugged at his arm and asked in a low voice, "Honey, what's wrong? You seem distracted. What are you muttering to yourself?"

Yan Fugui was jolted back to reality by the third aunt's pull. He instantly snapped out of his daze, instinctively glancing around to make sure everyone was busy gossiping and no one was paying attention to them. He quickly shook his head, covered the third aunt's mouth, and gestured for her to be quiet, his voice urgent and flustered: "No, no! Don't ask questions or say anything carelessly! Be careful what you say!"

The three women were bewildered by his gesture, their eyes filled with doubt. But seeing that Yan Fugui's expression was serious and not joking, they could only obediently nod and give up the idea of ​​asking further questions.

Yan Fugui slowly released his grip, but his mind was still in turmoil. If this matter were true, it would be earth-shattering. It would not only affect the reputations of Zhang Cuilan and Liu Haizhong, but also leave Yi Zhonghai with nowhere to hide his face. He dared not speak carelessly, lest he bring trouble upon himself.

Meanwhile, Liu Haizhong finally snapped out of his daze and walked unsteadily toward Zhang Cuilan's door. His eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions, including confusion, fear, and a hint of expectation that even he himself didn't realize.

He walked to the door, raised his hand to knock, but hesitated to do so. He was torn between wanting to rush in and find out if the child was his, but also fearing that if he got a positive answer, he wouldn't be able to face this absurd situation.

When the people in the courtyard saw Liu Haizhong walking towards Zhang Cuilan's house, their chatter instantly subsided. They held their breath, their eyes fixed on his every move, filled with gossip and anticipation, wanting to see what would happen next.

Just then, Liu Haizhong seemed to suddenly remember something, his hand abruptly stopped as if he were braking hard, and without saying a word, he turned and walked towards the backyard.

Xu Wude wanted to step forward to stop him, fearing that he would cause trouble again, but Tao Ling grabbed him from the side.

Tao Ling frowned and shook her head, then lowered her voice and said to Xu Wude, "Don't rush. Liu Haizhong doesn't seem to be in the right state right now. Don't make any rash moves."

Upon hearing this, Xu Wude immediately became anxious, his voice filled with worry: "We need to stop him even more because he's not in a good state! What if he rushes in and seriously injures Da Mao? How will we handle that?"

Tao Ling glared at him, her tone a mix of reproach and certainty: "Can't you see? Liu Haizhong's fierceness has faded, his drive has dissipated, and he's lost that desperate ferocity he had before."

Upon hearing this, the people in the courtyard exchanged glances. Driven by curiosity, they cautiously followed and stood at a distance to observe, wanting to know what would happen next, but also afraid of getting into trouble.

Liu Haizhong walked steadily to Xu Damao's door, raised his hand and pounded on the door with a series of loud, forceful blows, each one like a blow to Xu Damao's heart.

Xu Damao, who was inside the house, was already terrified. He was hiding in the corner of the kitchen, clutching a kitchen knife tightly in his hand, trembling uncontrollably, and staring intently at the door, fearing that Liu Haizhong would break down the door and fight him to the death.

Song Dahua stood beside Xu Damao, her face streaked with tears. Her heart was overflowing with grievances. She really hadn't wanted to do anything, yet she ended up with such a reputation and such a fate.

Hearing the knocking on the door again, she couldn't hold back any longer. She jumped up and ran to the door, wanting to explain things to Liu Haizhong in front of him.

"Are you crazy?!"

Seeing this, Xu Damao rushed forward and grabbed her arm tightly, hissing in a low voice, "Do you fucking want to die? Liu Haizhong is a madman now. Going out is just handing yourself over to be beaten! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

Song Dahua's arm ached from his grip, her face paled instantly, and a mix of grievance and anger welled up inside her. She forcefully shook off Xu Damao's hand and ran wildly toward the door.

With a creak, the door was suddenly pulled open. Song Dahua stood in the doorway, looking at Liu Haizhong, who had lost several pounds and had a cold look in his eyes. A bellyful of explanations and grievances were stuck in her throat, and she didn't know where to begin.

The two stared at each other across the threshold, silence hanging in the air. Everyone around them held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

After a long pause, Liu Haizhong finally spoke, his tone calm and even, yet carrying an undeniable seriousness: "Dahua, I'm asking you, is what Guangtian said true or false?"

Song Dahua's face instantly showed anxiety, and she quickly stepped forward: "Old Liu, let me explain, it's not what you think..."

Liu Haizhong gently shook his head, interrupting her, and asked again, "I only want to ask you, is what Guangtian said true or false? Did you divorce me and then marry Xu Damao?"

Song Dahua's face grew even paler, her eyes filled with urgency and panic: "Old Liu, we've been set up! If I don't do this, I'll be sentenced! Old Liu, listen to me..."

Before she could finish speaking, Liu Haizhong knew from the words "being schemed against" that she had tacitly agreed.

The last trace of warmth in his eyes vanished, and he didn't listen to a single word of the explanation that followed. He turned and walked out of the courtyard.

Seeing this, Song Dahua panicked completely. Ignoring the onlookers around her, she shouted loudly at Liu Haizhong's back, "Old Liu! It's really not what you think! Not only Xu Damao and I were tricked, but even the deaf old lady and Lao Yi were tricked into getting a marriage certificate! We didn't do it on purpose. It's all that bitch Qin Huairu's fault for drugging Sha Zhu and making us eat it... um..."