Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Yan Bugui ran all the way, spreading the news of "the five-year-old prodigy being brought back to life with three needles" like a thunderclap throughout the courtyard.

The atmosphere in the courtyard was filled with an eerie sense of awe throughout the afternoon.

Those women who had originally intended to gossip behind her back all shut their mouths.

After all, this is an era of scarce medical resources.

No one can guarantee that they won't need to ask this "little deity" for help in the future.

into the night.

A biting wind howled through the alleyways of Beijing.

Most families in the Hongxing Courtyard have already turned off their lights and gone to bed.

Inside the east wing, Zhang Huaimin lay in his warm bed, planning for tomorrow.

Suddenly, there was a very faint knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock..."

Accompanying this was a deliberately low, soft, and delicate female voice.

"Huaimin, are you asleep?"

"It's Aunt Qin. She saw you were all alone and made you a bowl of hot porridge."

Zhang Huaimin opened his eyes in the darkness, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, when the hard approach didn't work, they started using the softer one.

Yi Zhonghai's attempt at moral blackmail during the day backfired spectacularly, leaving him spitting blood.

The Jia family, those beasts, will certainly not let this go.

Qin Huairu is planning to use her invincible "pure and gentle" tactics to corrupt her five-year-old child.

"System, exchange for 'True Word Potion'."

Zhang Huaimin silently recited it in his heart.

A drop of clear, colorless liquid instantly appeared in his palm.

He casually flicked it into the half-cup of cold water on the table.

This "Truth Potion" is a really good thing.

It is colorless and odorless, and within ten minutes of taking it, the user will be able to verbally answer whatever they think.

I absolutely cannot utter a single lie.

After doing all this, Zhang Huaimin rubbed his eyes, pretending to be groggy from just being woken up.

He put on his padded jacket, went behind the door, moved a small stool, stood on it, and opened the door bolt.

The door opened.

A gust of cold wind, carrying a faint scent of cheap face cream, wafted over.

Qin Huairu stood outside the door.

She deliberately didn't wear a heavy cotton-padded coat.

Wearing only a thin coat, he was shivering from the cold.

Her pretty face bore a hint of weariness and sorrow.

In his hand he was holding a chipped, rough porcelain bowl, half-filled with cornmeal porridge so thin you could see your reflection in it.

Upon seeing Zhang Huaimin, Qin Huairu immediately adopted an expression of extreme heartache.

"Oh dear, poor child."

"Why are you dressed so lightly to open the door in this freezing weather?"

As Qin Huairu spoke, she squeezed sideways into Zhang Huaimin's room.

As soon as she entered the room, Qin Huairu couldn't help but look around.

This east wing room is not only spacious, but it was also decorated very well by Zhang Dashan during his lifetime.

Furniture made of mahogany, and a sturdy heated brick bed.

It was so much better than the dark, dilapidated house that belonged to the Jia family.

A fleeting glint of greed crossed Qin Huairu's eyes.

She turned around, placed the bowl of porridge on the table, then squatted down and tried to take Zhang Huaimin's hand.

"Huaimin, your Grandma Jia was wrong about what happened during the day."

"She has a quick temper, but she's not a bad person at heart."

As Qin Huairu spoke, her eyes reddened.

Tears welled up in her eyes, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"Auntie knows you're suffering. Brother Dashan is gone, how will you manage all by yourself?"

"It breaks my heart to see this."

"This bowl of hot porridge was specially cooked for you by your aunt, who saved it from her own food."

"Drink it while it's hot to warm yourself up."

If these words had been spoken by an ordinary five-year-old, they would probably have been moved to tears.

But who is Zhang Huaimin?

Watching Qin Huairu's superb acting skills, all he wanted to do was applaud.

This woman truly deserves to be called the "Vampire Queen" of the courtyard house.

The tears flowed so easily, it was even more professional than the Oscar-winning actresses of later generations.

However, Zhang Huaimin did not expose her.

He yawned widely, pretending to be sleepy.

"Aunt Qin, I'm not hungry."

"I drank too much water just now, I'm so sleepy."

Zhang Huaimin pointed to the glass of cold water on the table that had been spiked with something.

"Auntie, you must be freezing! Have some water to warm yourself up."

Qin Huairu was indeed quite cold.

She deliberately dressed so thinly to appear pitiful.

Seeing the water on the table, she didn't think much of it, and certainly didn't guard against a five-year-old child.

She picked up the glass and drank the half-glass of cold water in one gulp.

"Huaimin is such a good kid, he even knows how to care for his aunt."

The water had just gone down my throat.

Qin Huairu felt a slight dizziness.

But things quickly returned to normal.

She didn't pay attention, assuming she was just cold.

She felt the time was right and prepared to get to the point.

"Huaimin, look how big your house is, you must be so scared to sleep alone at night."

"That's what the older woman thinks. She and Dongxu are moving here to keep you company."

"I wash your clothes and cook for you every day, and I treat you like my own son."

"This side room..."

Qin Huairu hadn't finished speaking.

Zhang Huaimin suddenly raised his head, his innocent and wide eyes staring at her.

A clear, crisp voice asked:

"Aunt Qin, why are you so kind to me?"

This problem has arisen.

Qin Huairu instinctively wanted to answer, "Of course it's because your auntie loves you and treats you like her own flesh and blood."

however.

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but suddenly, as if out of control, a stunning reversal occurred!

The medication is taking effect!

Qin Huairu felt a sudden numbness in her tongue.

Followed by.

A clear, resonant, and powerful truth burst forth from her throat!

"What else could it be for?!"

"Of course, it's all to trick you into buying those two big brick houses!"

"And then, while we're at it, we'll squeeze every last penny out of your five hundred yuan compensation!"

"So I can use this to support my son and my mother-in-law!"

"Once you've lost all your money and the house belongs to the Jia family, who cares whether you live or die? We'll just throw you back to the countryside to beg for food!"

Quiet.

The room fell into a suffocating silence.

After Qin Huairu finished shouting those words, she froze completely.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she covered her mouth tightly with both hands.

His face was filled with horror and disbelief.

Has she gone mad?!

How could she shout out her darkest, most genuine schemes so loudly?!

She wanted to explain.

She wanted to say that what she just said wasn't hers.

But the power of the True Word Potion is incredibly formidable.

The moment she opens her mouth, her truest thoughts will spill out.

"I'm just a gold-digging, snobbish green tea bitch!"

"I act pitiful in the yard every day just to suck the blood of that big idiot, Sha Zhu!"

Qin Huairu shouted loudly again, seemingly out of control.

This time.

Not just inside the house.

These few hysterical, blunt truths came out in the quiet of the night.

The sound traveled clearly through the crack in the door into the courtyard.

At this time.

Under the window outside Zhang Huaimin's house.

A tall, burly, dark figure was crouching there.

It was precisely because he was worried that Qin Huairu would be bullied that Sha Zhu secretly followed her with a broom to "protect" her!