Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The cold wind was like a knife, cutting painfully on my face.

Xu Damao, however, was like a burning fireball, running wildly on the street outside Nanluoguxiang.

His bright red underpants were barely covered by a borrowed old military overcoat.

But the shame of being stripped naked and walking down the street still lingers.

"That bitch Lou Xiao'e, does she want to ruin my reputation?"

"I'll make sure you don't get your way!"

Xu Damao gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot and looking somewhat frantic.

His only hope for turning things around now is Qin Jingru!

As long as I can marry that country girl before things get out of hand.

He could then continue to maintain his facade as a "normal man" and firmly pin the blame for infertility on Qin Jingru.

Yesterday, he went to the countryside to show a movie, and he already used two White Rabbit milk candies and a lot of sweet talk.

He completely captivated Qin Jingru, who was naive and longed to be a city dweller.

The two agreed to meet at a small teahouse outside Qianmen this afternoon.

Ignoring the chill in his crotch, Xu Damao jogged all the way and finally arrived at the teahouse at the agreed time.

Beside the octagonal table by the window.

Qin Jingru had two thick black braids and was wearing a half-new floral cotton-padded jacket. She was nervously twisting the hem of her jacket.

Her big, bright eyes were filled with longing and trepidation for city life.

"Oh, Jingru, were you getting impatient?"

Xu Damao immediately shook off his previous dejection and put on a dashing and debonair demeanor.

He pulled out a chair and sat down, casually tidying his slicked-back hair.

"Brother Da Mao, why are you so late?"

When Qin Jingru saw Xu Damao, two blushes immediately appeared on her face.

"Brother, you're busy handing over your work at the factory for our future."

Xu Damao made up stories without batting an eye.

He took out a handful of sunflower seeds he had bought at the supply and marketing cooperative from his pocket and pushed them in front of Qin Jingru.

"Jingru, I've truly opened my heart to you today."

"I'm about to get a divorce from Lou Xiao'e, that barren hen."

"Once we're divorced, I'll marry you off in a grand wedding procession!"

Qin Jingru was both surprised and delighted upon hearing this.

"Brother Da Mao, are you... are you serious? You really want to marry me?"

"Of course it's true!"

Xu Damao patted his chest and began his Oscar-worthy performance.

"I'm a big shot in this city!"

"The steel mill's only projectionist, one of the eight key personnel!"

"In the backyard of the Hongxing Courtyard, I also have two spacious, large tile-roofed houses, fully equipped with a sewing machine, a bicycle, and a radio—everything you could need!"

"If you come with me, you won't have to toil in the countryside anymore, you can eat white flour buns every day and wear dresses!"

Xu Damao played with increasing enthusiasm.

He deliberately concealed the tragic fact that he was about to be left with nothing and might even have to clean toilets.

A colorful soap bubble completely enveloped Qin Jingru.

Although Qin Jingru is Qin Huairu's cousin, her intelligence and shrewdness are far inferior to her cousin's.

She was completely captivated by Xu Damao's description of the life of a wealthy woman.

Looking at Xu Damao's old-fashioned bicycle parked outside the door, it was covered in mud but still looked impressive.

She felt that the greatest luck of her life was meeting Xu Damao.

"Brother Da Mao, you're so kind..."

Qin Jingru lowered her head, her voice barely audible, and her hands were so nervous she didn't know where to put them.

Seeing that the time was right, Xu Damao's lust was aroused, and he reached out to touch Qin Jingru's fair and tender hand.

Just then.

"Oh my, Uncle Damao, are you here on a blind date?"

A clear, childlike voice, yet like the whisper of a demon, suddenly rang out beside the table.

Xu Damao was so frightened that his hand trembled and he almost slid off the chair.

He turned his head sharply and saw a five-year-old boy with delicate features.

She was holding a small bowl full of roasted chestnuts, standing beside their table, looking at him with a smile.

Zhang Huaimin!

When Xu Damao saw that face, he felt a chill run down his spine.

The nightmare I had in the bathroom last night, and the "red underwear incident" this morning.

He had a vague feeling that it was all related to this strange kid.

"You...you little brat, what are you doing here?" Xu Damao asked in a low, menacing voice.

Zhang Huaimin ignored him completely and turned to look at Qin Jingru, who looked completely bewildered.

"Sister Jingru, you're so pretty!"

Zhang Huaimin blinked his innocent, wide eyes, his tone so sweet it was almost sickening.

"Uncle Damao is right, his two big brick houses in the backyard are really beautiful."

"There's even a big radio inside, so you can listen to opera every day."

"Sister Xiao'e... oh no, it's you! After you marry into the family, you'll be the mistress of those two big houses!"

Hearing Zhang Huaimin's words.

Qin Jingru's lingering doubts vanished instantly.

This was said by the children in the courtyard house themselves! Children speak the truth, there's no doubt about it!

She looked at Zhang Huaimin and found the child more and more adorable.

"Brother Da Mao, whose child is this? He's got such a sweet tongue."

Xu Damao's face turned pale and then flushed.

He couldn't figure out why Zhang Huaimin would suddenly come out to speak up for him.

But now he was in a difficult position and had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue along with Zhang Huaimin's words.

"Uh... this is Zhang Huaimin from our front yard."

"Jingru, look, even a little kid knows how strong I am."

Xu Damao gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and made an outrageous boast.

"I'm putting my words on this right now!"

"As soon as you register your marriage with me, your name, Qin Jingru, will be added to the property deeds for those two big brick houses!"

"From now on, all the money in the house will be yours to manage!"

Hearing this resolute guarantee...

Qin Jingru was completely captivated.

Add her name to the property deed! She'll have complete control of all the money!

For a country girl like this, it was like a dream come true!

"Brother Da Mao..."

Qin Jingru was so excited that her eyes reddened, and she could no longer care about being reserved.

She lunged forward and grabbed Xu Damao's arm tightly.

"I'm willing! I'll go home tomorrow to get a letter of introduction!"

Xu Damao was embraced by soft, fragrant women, and his mind was immediately filled with desire.

He glanced at Zhang Huaimin smugly, his eyes full of provocation.

It's as if he's saying: See? Even if I stumble, I can still fool a young virgin!

Zhang Huaimin looked at the two people immersed in their illusory happiness, a subtle sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

Praise to death.

This is the cruelest form of revenge.

They lift someone up to the clouds, then throw them hard into the mud.

To cover up the lie, Xu Damao concealed the fact that he had divorced and left with nothing.

Qin Jingru happily entered the city with the letter of introduction.

But he discovered that the "big brick house" he had longed for had turned into a drafty, dilapidated woodshed.

She discovered that the "tycoon" who promised to manage her money was actually a penniless man who couldn't even have children and had to clean toilets.

That feeling of falling from heaven to hell.

That's enough to drive a vain woman like Qin Jingru completely insane!

When the time comes, the scene of these two fighting like dogs will definitely be very exciting.

"Uncle Damao, Sister Jingru, then I wish you a long and happy marriage in advance."

Zhang Huaimin popped a chestnut into his mouth, waved with a grin, and turned to leave the teahouse.

He hadn't walked far when he stopped at the corner of the alley.

As he turned around, Zhang Huaimin's smile gradually faded.

His gaze swept past the crowd and coldly landed on the window seat in the teahouse.

there.

Qin Jingru was holding Xu Damao's arm tenderly, the two chatting and laughing like a loving young couple.

Xu Damao was beaming with pride, his face even glistening with oil.

but.

Xu Damao, lost in his dream, was completely unaware.

It's located across the alley from the teahouse window, less than ten meters away.

A black, old-fashioned Volga sedan was parked quietly on the side of the road.

The car window was half-rolled up.

Lou Xiao'e, wearing that camel-colored coat and sunglasses, sat in the back seat with a livid face.

Her gaze, like two poisoned ice blades, was fixed on the adulterous couple in the teahouse.

Beside her.

Sitting there was a middle-aged lawyer in a suit and tie, with a stern expression.