Courtyard House: The Entire Clan's Extraordinary Marriage to Triplets, a Celestial Beauty

Looking at Jia Dongxu in front of her, Zhang Cuilan couldn't understand what her husband saw in him. Old Yi and Jia Zhangshi had been inside for several days, and Jia Dongxu had only asked a few questions at first, but hadn't given them a chance since.

Thinking that her husband, Lao Yi, was still going to great lengths to help the Jia family at this point, and that he had even put in his and his family's savings this time, she couldn't help but feel a little resentful.

However, considering that she couldn't have children and her family couldn't make decisions, she could only sigh helplessly, wave her hand, and soften her tone: "It's okay, Dongxu, you should rest. You've had a long day, don't stay up too late. I just came to help your mother-in-law with some things. You should go to sleep, I won't disturb you."

Upon hearing this, Qin Huairu's unease intensified, and a bad premonition welled up in her heart.

Jia Dongxu, full of curiosity, simply threw back the covers and got out of bed, asking, "What do you need? My mother's things are all in the closet. I'll help you find it; just tell me."

Zhang Cuilan didn't say much. She went straight to the photo frame of Old Jia hanging on the wall, put her hands together, and whispered to the frame, "Old Jia, please don't be offended. I'm here to help Cuihua get her things. This is also to save her, to save Dongxu, and to save your Jia family. Please don't blame me."

After saying that, she reached out and took off the photo frame, skillfully opening the back cover.

The next second, a thin, brand-new black sheet was revealed, neatly pasted on the back of the photo frame, making Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu stare wide-eyed, their faces full of disbelief.

Jia Dongxu stood frozen in place, his eyes fixed on the money in the photo frame. His throat bobbed a few times as he muttered, "Money...so much money," and disbelief on his face was gradually replaced by greed.

张翠兰小心翼翼地把钱从相框后面取下来，放在桌上，一张一张慢慢数了起来，声音清晰：「1、2、3……105、106、107。」

After counting, she looked up at Qin Huairu, who was still completely bewildered, and Jia Dongxu, who was staring intently at the money, and slowly said, "Dongxu, you can see that too. There are a total of 107 bills, 1070 yuan. Your mother just told me to come here and collect it directly. I need 1000 yuan of this money, and I'll personally hand over the remaining 70 yuan to her tomorrow. Alright, I'll take it now. I need to quickly gather enough money to give to Li Dabiao so he can release your mother and your uncle tomorrow."

Jia Dongxu finally realized what was happening, his expression instantly changing. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Cuilan's arm, his eyes fixed on the large black bill in her hand. His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "M-Mistress, what's going on? Please explain this to me! What... what exactly happened? My mother sent you to my house to get money? I didn't know anything about this!"

Zhang Cuilan was held captive by him, unable to move. She felt a surge of helplessness, knowing that Jia Dongxu wouldn't let her go unless she explained things clearly today. She took a deep breath, softened her tone, and roughly recounted the whole story to Jia Dongxu…

"What? You want to pay Li Dabiao 10,000 yuan? Are you crazy???"

Upon hearing this, Jia Dongxu reacted as if a cat had its tail stepped on, instantly raising his voice with disbelief on his face and his hands trembling uncontrollably.

The thought of the Yi family having to use all their savings, the deaf old lady having to raise money, his own thousand-plus yuan being taken away, and even Sha Zhu mortgaging two main rooms and one side room to Li Dabiao made him feel like he was about to collapse.

In his wishful thinking, Yi Zhonghai would rely on him for old age, and the deaf old lady would rely on Yi Zhonghai for old age, so their things would eventually be his. As for that silly Zhu, that heartless fool, he could slowly calculate his future possessions. In this way, all the money and houses would eventually belong to the Jia family.

That idiot Zhu, he's not right in the head. He only earns thirty-odd yuan a month, but he acts like a sucker all the time. He even dares to hang around in front of his wife Qin Huairu all the time. His thoughts are as clear as day.

In the past two years, he borrowed money from Sha Zhu under various pretexts to go out and have fun in the Eight Great Hutongs, totaling no less than five or six hundred yuan. As long as Qin Huairu was around, as long as he pretended to be pitiful and asked to borrow money, Sha Zhu never made a fuss and always gave him the money willingly.

Thinking about this, Jia Dongxu became increasingly conflicted, his brows furrowing as he hesitated. Should he give the money to Li Dabiao? If he didn't, his mother and uncle wouldn't be able to get out, and the Jia family might really be in trouble; if he did, not only would his own thousand-plus yuan be gone, but the property he was eyeing, including that of the deaf old woman Yi Zhonghai, would also surely be lost this time.

Zhang Cuilan noticed his hesitation and quickly reassured him, "Dongxu, I know you're worried about the money, but don't worry, we're only giving him this money temporarily. Once the old lady and your uncle come out, they'll definitely find a way to deal with Li Dabiao. At that time, not only will they make him return every penny, but the old lady has also made arrangements for the things he has. She definitely won't let us suffer any losses."

The two talked back and forth for a long time. Jia Dongxu tried to persuade Zhang Cuilan to take less money, and even wanted her not to take his family's money. But Zhang Cuilan's face immediately turned ugly after hearing this.

Seeing Zhang Cuilan's pale face, Jia Dongxu's heart skipped a beat. He had acted rashly. At this moment, he became increasingly anxious and afraid. He was truly afraid that once he gave up the money, it would be like throwing a meat bun to a dog, never to be recovered.

That's ten thousand yuan! In his eyes, it's an astronomical figure. You know, these days, a person's life in the Eight Great Hutongs only costs a few hundred yuan. Even if you go to Xiao Hong for a visit, it only costs a few cents. Two yuan is enough for you to be a big shot at Xiao Hong's place for a day. This ten thousand yuan can allow him to live a carefree life in the Eight Great Hutongs for many years!

He gripped Zhang Cuilan's arm tightly, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness, muttering, "Master's wife, do we really have to take so much? If we can't get this money back, we'll suffer a huge loss..."

Looking at Jia Dongxu's appearance, Zhang Cuilan felt that he was unreliable and resented her husband, Yi Zhonghai, even more. Why did he have to choose such an incompetent person as his apprentice?

She forcefully shook off Jia Dongxu's hand, her tone icy and meaningful as she said, "Dongxu, I'll only ask you one question: if your master, the old lady, Shazhu, and even your mother were gone from this courtyard, do you really think your family's life would get better and better?"

Jia Dongxu was stunned by Zhang Cuilan's words and stood there speechless for a moment. His resentment and reluctance were gradually replaced by panic.

Seeing this, Qin Huairu knew that Zhang Cuilan was truly angry, so she quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. While holding Zhang Cuilan's arm, she said with a forced smile, "Auntie, don't be angry. Dongxu meant well. He was just afraid that we would be cheated by that Li Dabiao, after all, it's a lot of money. But in this situation, rescuing Uncle and my mother-in-law is the priority. We can talk about everything else later. Come on, come on, I'll go with you to find Li Dabiao, so I can lend you a hand."