The Life of a Son-in-Law in a Courtyard House

Qin Huairu was about to speak again, "I...", when Jia Zhangshi stopped her.

With a smile, Jia Zhangshi said somewhat humbly, "Dalinzi, it's alright, it has nothing to do with our family."

Your sister-in-law suffers from pregnancy-induced mental impairment for three years; she's developed a mental disorder. Don't worry about her.

Seeing that Qin Huairu dared not speak, Yang Dalin looked at Wei Xiaona.

Xu Damao was not with Wei Xiaona today.

Otherwise, Yang Dalin would have asked him to drink tonight too.

Wei Xiaona felt very uncomfortable being stared at by Yang Dalin.

It felt like being stared at by a tiger.

She didn't know how to back down; no one offered her a way out.

It seemed that no one in the courtyard, except Qin Huairu, was close to her.

Because this woman comes from a small capitalist family, she's a bit arrogant and looks down on everyone.

She became friends with Qin Huairu because Qin Huairu wanted to get something from her, so she was somewhat obsequious to her.

Knowing that she could flatter Qin Huairu, Wei Xiaona naturally knew she would have to give her something to eat.

The deaf old lady looked down on Wei Xiaona; Wei Xiaona was not like Lou Xiao'e.

Lou Xiao'e belongs to the naive and innocent type, while Wei Xiaona looks down on the deaf old lady.

The deaf old lady was shrewd and experienced. She knew perfectly well that Wei Xiaona looked down on her, so naturally she wouldn't go out of her way to curry favor with this small capitalist's daughter.

Besides, she didn't come tonight because of the big meeting.

Seeing that the situation was getting a bit awkward, Yi Zhonghai decided to speak up himself to prevent Yang Dalin from getting really angry.

It would be bad if things got messy.

Yi Zhonghai said, "Dalinzi, women don't understand things. Just give your brother Damao some face and don't hold it against his wife."

"You should at least call her Sister-in-law Da Mao."

Yang Dalin turned around, and his expression immediately changed, becoming very gentle again.

"Okay, for Brother Da Mao's sake."

I'm not going to hold it against you.

Sister-in-law, next time don't speak carelessly if you don't understand the situation.

Wei Xiaona lowered her head and didn't say anything, as if she were playing dumb.

But with her head down, her face was contorted with rage, and her fingers were gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.

He cursed inwardly: "Damn you, you country bumpkin. If it weren't for liberation, you would have been beaten to death long ago."

"I'll definitely kill you when I get the chance."

Yang Dalin appeared to have forgiven Wei Xiaona.

But a sense of vigilance arose in my heart.

This Wei Xiaona is acting very strangely.

I have a good relationship with her man and I treat her with respect.

Why is this woman targeting me?

Is there something wrong?

I even ran into her shopping with a stranger last time.

It's normal for her to have her original social circle.

But the woman she was shopping with seemed a little off.

You need to be more careful when you turn around, because even though Yang Dalin didn't turn around, he could feel her gaze was intent on him.

Yang Dalin continued, "Alright, that was just a little incident. Let's continue."

"Let me explain the whole story, starting from when I wanted to buy a three-wheeled vehicle and a radio last year."

Yan Bugui saw that Yang Dalin was about to expose his past.

He quickly said, "Dalinzi, it's all in the past, let's not talk about it anymore. This time it was my family's fault, I apologize to your family."

Let's not make a fool of ourselves here.

After speaking, Yan Bugui looked at Liu Yi and the other person.

I want them to put in a good word for me.

Liu Haizhong received a pleading look from Lao Yan and then looked at Lao Yi.

Yi Zhonghai stood up again and said, "Dalinzi, how about giving Teacher Yan some face?"

You can try to resolve this privately.

They're neighbors, even living across the hall from each other.

Yang Dalin shook his head: "Uncle Yi, Uncle Liu, normally I would definitely give you face if it were anything else."

But this has affected the reputation of me and my aunt's family.

His family is determined to destroy our family.

If it's just targeting me, then I'll let it go.

But if it involves my aunt's family, then I won't agree.

I have one bad habit: I'm extremely sensitive to my family. If someone offends me, I will retaliate.

"Shall we have Uncle Yi and Uncle Liu act as witnesses to this?"

Lao Yi and Lao Liu had already anticipated this on their way home from get off work: Yang Dalin would definitely not let it go.

They both had a contingency plan: they would just help Lao Yan out of appearances.

Because what the Yan family said was really too harsh.

That would make no one happy.

You spread rumors in front of the entire hospital, and then afterwards you just said it was a misunderstanding and that was it?

If everyone does it this way, who's comfortable?

Yi Zhonghai plopped back down.

"Okay, this is indeed not good for your family's reputation. It's good to clarify things in front of everyone."

It's clear that Yi Zhonghai has no intention of getting involved.

When Liu Haizhong saw Yi Zhonghai sit back down, he naturally didn't stop Yang Dalin.

Yang Dalin saw that both of them said they would do as he pleased.

So Yang Dalin began to recount the story from the beginning: "The incident started last year when I received some votes for doing a good deed."

Everyone knows about this.

I had just started working and didn't have the money to buy these things.

But I'm also afraid of wasting the ticket or it expiring.

They borrowed some money from some families in our department who were relatively well-off.

Several of my neighbors are actually quite nice.

Even though they didn't have much money themselves, they were willing to squeeze out every penny they could to lend me.

I would like to thank everyone here.

I won't go into which specific companies lent me money.

With everyone's help, I quickly raised the money.

At this point, the Yan family was not included.

But I thought to myself that since they helped me, I couldn't just leave without showing any appreciation.

I sent some dried seafood to the family who lent me money.

As a result, Old Yan's family across the street saw it.

Even knowing that I had already borrowed enough money, they still insisted on lending me more.

Moreover, he offered the loan voluntarily; refusing would be disrespectful to Teacher Yan.

I thought to myself, we just moved into this courtyard, how can we not give Teacher Yan face?

And since he lent it to me voluntarily, I'll keep it at my house for now. I won't spend it recklessly, and if someone in the future has an emergency and needs to repay the money, I'll have enough to tide me over.

That's a good thing, too.

Then we wrote an IOU for 300 yuan, agreeing to pay it back in three years.

Afterwards, I borrowed a bag of dried seafood from a colleague and delivered it to the Yan family.

I'm not upset about the gifts; after all, they helped us, right? Why shouldn't we express our gratitude?

If things end here, that would be fine too.

Three years later, when the time comes, I will return the money and express my gratitude. We will also owe the Yan family a favor.

As it turned out, the day before yesterday, when Teacher Yan saw that I had just returned from a business trip and that I had brought back a large sack, she asked to take a look.

I didn't agree, and then they said Yan Jiecheng was getting married and suddenly demanded that I pay them back.

Although the IOU states that the loan will be repaid in three years, since they said so, I figured everyone has emergencies sometimes, so I understand.

I told him I'd scrape together the money first, and then when my aunt and I got our next month's wages, we'd pay him back all at once.

We've always been good at borrowing and repaying, so it's not difficult to borrow again, right?

I, Yang Dalin, never said I would deny the debt or refuse to pay back the money.

Even though I, Yang Dalin, am young, I could never do such a thing.

"I acknowledge the debt I owe."