Courtyard House: The Frog Boy Brings Back a Genetic Potion at the Start

Yan Bugui spoke up, "Everyone, you can all leave now, except for you—"

Before he could finish speaking, a piercing cry suddenly shattered the silence of the courtyard.

"dad!"

Everyone was startled and turned to look.

The boy who had been playing wildly outside had somehow returned.

The child was walking smugly, his face beaming with the joy of having gotten away with something, when he suddenly heard this terrible news as soon as he entered the yard.

My father is dead.

This news was like a bolt from the blue for Bang Geng.

He had only gone out to play for a short while, so how could everything have changed so drastically when he came back? His young mind was buzzing, and he couldn't understand what had happened.

Xu Damao has never been a kind person.

Hearing Banggeng's cries, he grinned and grabbed the child who was about to rush into the house.

"Hey, Bang Geng, you can shout yourself hoarse, it won't do you any good."

Xu Damao said sarcastically, "Your father has already passed away and will never answer you again."

If you ask me, just accept your fate.

"But don't be too sad. Your mother has really treated you well. She's even found you a stepfather."

Even though Sha Zhu isn't very clever, he can still claim the title of father, right?

As soon as he said that, he was met with a lot of eye-rolls from those around him.

Xu Damao's gloating behavior is truly astonishing.

Although the people in the courtyard didn't really like Bang Geng, a child is still a child. Even if no one came forward to comfort him, they certainly wouldn't kick him when he was down like this.

Joking about matters of life and death is ultimately going too far.

Although everyone present had their own calculations, none of them would do something so reckless.

In fact, Yan Jiecheng and Liu Guangfu originally intended to tease Banggeng, but their father glared at them and stopped them.

Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong were more experienced and knew when to keep quiet.

Liu Hai was furious—how could he, a man of his shrewdness, have such an oblivious son? He had already been humiliated by Qin Huairu earlier, and anyone else would have learned to back down by now, but this kid was still so clueless.

Xu Damao also sensed that something was wrong.

No one around him agreed; only reproachful gazes fell upon him, making his face gradually burn.

He had expected someone to speak up for him, but instead, the atmosphere was so cold.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Bang Geng suddenly screamed, "I don't want any stupid dad! Sha Zhu can never be my dad! I only have one dad! Get out of my way! How could my dad be dead!"

The child forcefully pushed Xu Damao aside and stumbled to the bedside.

Looking at Jia Dongxu lying on the bed with his eyes closed and no longer breathing, Bang Geng froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

The young mind was simply unable to bear such a heavy burden; the world seemed to collapse completely at that moment.

Banggeng threw herself onto Jia Dongxu, tears streaming down her face. "Dad, open your eyes and look at me... They all say you're gone, I don't believe it, how could you leave me like this!"

He cried out and shook his father's cold body with all his might.

Even if he shook his father's body apart, Jia Dongxu would no longer be able to respond to him.

Human hearts are ultimately made of flesh and blood.

Bang Geng's heart-wrenching cries gradually quieted the previously noisy room, and everyone watched in silence, somewhat moved by the despair in the air.

However, no one stepped forward to comfort or help them up—everyone remembered what Bang-geng had done in the past, and even the most pitiful scene could hardly elicit genuine sympathy.

Finally, Yan Bugui cleared his throat and stepped out from the crowd. "Bang Geng, stop shaking."

Let your father leave in peace.

"Nonsense! My dad isn't dead!"

Banggeng suddenly raised his head, roared back with bloodshot eyes, looking almost insane.

Yan Bugui shook his head and didn't try to persuade him any further.

He was only bothered by the "old man" in the first place.

I'll say a few words in my capacity, but since you won't listen, why waste my breath?

He Yushui, standing to the side, sneered, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Come on, you should have known this day would come."

These days your father is getting weaker and weaker, he's so weak he's practically falling apart, it's obvious he's running out of energy.

Now that he's gone, is that strange?

She spoke lightly, her expression as calm as if stating a fact, without the slightest hint of guilt, as if she herself had already believed her own words.

The cries of the stick-like creature came to an abrupt end.

For a moment, he wanted to point at Qin Huairu and call her the murderer, but he quickly suppressed the thought—he and Jia Dongxu had been on guard day and night, and Qin Huairu had no chance to make a move.

He gritted his teeth and glared at He Yushui. Although he couldn't refute her words, the indifferent mockery on her face pierced his heart like a needle.

At this moment, Yi Zhonghai also sighed and stepped forward from the crowd.

Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui had already spoken, so he, as the nominal eldest uncle, couldn't remain silent forever.

"Bang Geng, please accept my condolences."

The most important thing right now is to give your father a proper burial.

Yi Zhonghai spoke in a calm tone, still carrying some of the air of someone who used to take charge of the overall situation.

This sight, as Liu Haizhong saw it, immediately ignited a surge of simmering anger—as long as Yi Zhonghai still bore the title of "Uncle Yi".

If you only hold the title, you will never truly be in power.

Liu Haizhong glanced at Yi Zhonghai with a gloomy expression, secretly keeping this displeasure in mind.

Yi Zhonghai was unaware that his ordinary words of advice had aroused even deeper resentment from others.

Yi Zhonghai's persuasion was earnest and reasonable: the deceased are gone, but the living must move forward, and the future burden of the Jia family will eventually fall on their shoulders.

However, these profound truths of an adult were interpreted in a completely different way by the still young Bang Geng.

He was stunned at first, then burst into even more intense cries and denials, refusing to accept the fact that his father had passed away.

What the child needed at that moment was not a sobering lecture, but a little gentle comfort; Yi Zhonghai's words, on the contrary, were like a spark splashed into oil, igniting the panic and indignation that had been building up in his heart.

Seeing Banggeng throwing a tantrum and crying incessantly, Yi Zhonghai could only shake his head and sigh, saying nothing more.

The deaf old woman standing nearby took it all in and sighed inwardly.

In fact, many people in the hospital shared similar thoughts: it was already remarkable that Jia Dongxu had managed to survive until today; over the years, the Jia family had caused so much trouble because of his illness and paralysis, and now that he was gone, some people felt that he had brought it upon himself.

Although Banggeng was stubborn and cried, deep down he gradually understood that no matter how much he screamed, he could not call his father back.

After much commotion, his sobs gradually subsided, and he finally had to face the cold reality.

Qin Huairu already had a plan in mind.

In her own mind, she wished she could send Jia Dongxu to be cremated immediately to end the matter once and for all.

However, she also knew that there were many people and eyes in the compound, and if she acted too hastily, it would easily arouse suspicion.

So she suppressed her temper, set up a mourning hall at home, and pretended to observe mourning according to custom.

In her view, since the person was already dead, he could not cause any trouble. It would not matter if the body was kept in the coffin for a few more days; it was just a formality.

As for keeping vigil, Qin Huairu did it perfunctorily.

Although a mourning hall was set up, she showed no sign of grief. Instead, she sat leisurely in a chair, cracking sunflower seeds.

As her gaze swept over the cold body, she felt neither fear nor guilt—only a sense of absurdity and ridiculousness.

The man who once suffocated her is now nothing more than a silent joke.

Bang Geng was supposed to keep vigil with her, but she sent him away.

Firstly, she felt the child was in the way, and secondly, she herself didn't want to stay any longer.

After Jia Zhangshi was imprisoned and Jia Dongxu died, he no longer had any attachment to this compound.

The child was sensitive and noticed early on that his mother and Sha Zhu and others were cold and distant towards him.

Although he was young, he vaguely sensed that if he continued to be an eyesore, he might not even be able to protect his own safety.

With no one around, Qin Huairu stared at Jia Dongxu for a long time before suddenly letting out a suppressed chuckle.

The laughter grew louder, eventually turning into unrestrained, wild laughter that echoed through the empty mourning hall.

Her shoulders trembled with laughter, as if she were going to unleash everything that had been building up over the years.

If someone were to witness this, they would surely suspect that the woman is possessed by a demon or has gone completely insane.

However, there were no bystanders—which allowed her to completely shed her disguise and confront the absurd yet liberating ending she had created herself.

As her laughter subsided, Qin Huairu slowly spoke: "Jia Dongxu, you've ended up in this state entirely because of your own foolishness."

If you had readily agreed to the divorce back then and lived a peaceful life, things wouldn't have come to this. But you stubbornly refused to let go, tormenting me every day—let me tell you, you brought this all on yourself, even your death was a consequence of your own actions.

She spoke in a very low voice, knowing that such words would do her no good if others heard them.

She walked slowly around Jia Dongxu, her fingertips making indistinct gestures, showing absolutely no respect for the deceased.

The concerns.

At this moment, all that filled her heart was a sense of exhilaration—Jia Zhangshi was imprisoned, Jia Dongxu had passed away, and Banggeng had been sent away. From now on, who in this courtyard could control her? Just thinking about the carefree days to come sent a surge of hot pleasure up her spine.

Her thoughts drifted further: how wonderful it would be to spend the days with Sha Zhu in the future.

As for whether the two could truly be in love, she didn't care much; as long as she could hold that fool firmly in her grasp, that would be enough.

Qin Huairu has always had this kind of skill.

Just as I was secretly rejoicing, there were a few light knocks outside.

Qin Huairu felt a chill run down her spine, suspecting that her whispers had been overheard. Cold sweat instantly broke out on her back, and regret welled up inside her—being carried away with pride is ultimately a big no-no.

Once she could make out the voice coming from outside the door, her heart, which had been in her throat, finally settled back into place, and she breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Huai Ru, open the door, it's me, Sha Zhu."

She quickly stepped forward and pulled open the latch.

The figure darted into the house like a fish—during the day, with He Yushui by his side, Sha Zhu had been unable to get close to her, and he was already restless and fiery, his eyes burning with desire, wishing he could immediately pull the person in front of him into his arms.

How could Qin Huairu not see through his thoughts? She covered her mouth and chuckled softly, a hint of smugness flashing in her eyes.

The man's behavior was proof that her charm had not faded.

Even as he gets older, his ability to captivate women and make them secretly delighted is still remarkable.

"Look at you, so silly!"

She lowered her head, her voice soft and delicate, revealing just the right amount of shyness, "What are you staring at like that for?"

It was clearly a coy, half-hearted stance.

Upon hearing this, Sha Zhu simply scratched the back of his head and chuckled.

He chuckled, his voice heavy with emotion: "Huai Ru, I miss you so much it makes my heart pound."

After saying that, he opened his arms and pulled her into his embrace.

Qin Huairu shifted slightly to show her modesty, but she could already hear his urgent whisper in her ear: "Let me hug you... Anyway, Jia Dongxu is gone, and I will marry you sooner or later."

What's the difference between holding me now and holding me later?

The person in his arms softened, letting out a soft, coquettish voice: "Silly boy, didn't we just see each other during the day? Are you already thinking of me so much?"

The sticky tone was like a feather tickling the eardrum, making Sha Zhu tighten his arms even more.

He Yuzhu shivered inexplicably, and his hands began to move erratically.

Inside the mourning hall, the two gradually began to exchange sweet nothings, and their actions became increasingly inappropriate.

Although the funeral hall was right in front of them and Jia Dongxu's portrait was still there, the two of them no longer cared about appearances or the gaze in the photo frame.

Doing something outrageous in such a place actually makes them feel strange.

While groping Qin Huairu, He Yuzhu glanced at Jia Dongxu's photo, his eyes revealing an undisguised smugness, as if he were showing off something.

In his mind, Jia Dongxu was nothing more than a fool who was unworthy of such a life.

He used to guard against him like a thief, but now? Qin Huairu has fallen into his hands, and he can do whatever he wants with her.

Thinking of this, He Yuzhu felt that his life was complete and he couldn't be happier.

"Jia Dongxu, Jia Dongxu, calling you stupid is too kind... Qin Huairu following you was your greatest fortune, but unfortunately you died young and couldn't live up to it."

"Don't worry, from now on she's with me. I'll give you all the experiences you've never had."

"What nonsense about being a 'husband-killer'? That's all rubbish! You died young, who can you blame?"

He Yuzhu kept repeating it to himself, getting more and more excited, especially when he thought about how they could take it a step further after getting married. He was so excited that he trembled slightly.

Little did he know that when Qin Huairu saw him like this, she only coldly cursed him as an "idiot" in her heart.

If she hadn't been desperate, how could she have willingly married a simpleton like He Yuzhu?