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

Yi Zhonghai's excessive sleepiness was undoubtedly due to some manipulation by Hao Jianguo.

This little trick may not be a sophisticated technique, but it's enough to deal with some beasts.

Hao Jianguo deftly took off the old man's outer garment and helped him lie on his side on his bed.

If an outsider were to enter at this moment, they would have absolutely no idea who was lying on the bed.

Just as Yi Zhonghai was settled, a slight noise came from outside.

With his exceptional senses, Hao Jianguo clearly heard Jia Dongxu's hushed urging:

"Hurry up! What are you dawdling for!"

These words were clearly directed at Qin Huairu.

Before long, Qin Huairu tidied her clothes and tiptoed toward Hao Jianguo's house.

Hao Jianguo peeked through the crack in the window and saw Qin Huairu's appearance at that moment; he almost wanted to give her a thumbs up.

This woman is really ruthless to herself!

Qin Huairu was dressed in thin clothes, her body covered in scratches, and her clothes were torn and tattered.

Just by looking at her like this, anyone who didn't know the situation would immediately think that she had been humiliated.

What's even more outrageous is that she seemed to think she wasn't miserable enough, and as she walked this way, she kept tugging at her clothes.

Hao Jianguo had to admit that Qin Huairu had indeed gone all out this time.

With his keen senses, he could naturally tell that the marks on her body were the result of real beatings—and that Jia Dongxu was most likely the one who did it.

Hao Jianguo sneered inwardly: Jia Dongxu probably had a personal grudge involved this time, and he really went all out.

As he predicted, things turned out just as he expected.

Qin Huairu originally thought that it would be enough to just make a show of it and tear her clothes, but she never expected that Jia Dongxu would show no mercy and beat her almost to death.

She was filled with resentment, convinced that Jia Dongxu was taking the opportunity to vent his anger, but she didn't dare to utter a single cry of pain, for fear of disturbing Hao Jianguo inside the house.

Watching the figure gradually approach, Hao Jianguo thought to himself:

"If I hadn't cultivated myself beforehand, I'm afraid I would have really fallen into her hands this time."

As soon as I open the door, she shouts, and I'm speechless with accusations.

"She's injured, and if she adds fuel to the fire, my reputation will probably be ruined."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a sliver of relief, but his eyes grew even colder.

There are no "what ifs" in this world.

Since Qin Huairu chose this path, she should have expected that the outcome might not be as she wished.

Just then, Qin Huairu arrived at the door and gently knocked on the door.

"Hao Jianguo, open the door, I have something to say to you."

Hearing the deliberately lowered voice, Hao Jianguo found it laughable.

Open the door? Do you really think everyone else is a fool?

"I'm asleep, I won't turn it on."

He replied lazily.

Qin Huairu gritted her teeth; this reaction was exactly what she had expected.

"Don't you want to know what message your father asked me to give you before he left? Open the door and let me in, I'll tell you right away."

Hao Jianguo felt even colder—she was truly ruthless in achieving her goals.

He feigned helplessness and sighed:

"Sigh, fine, fine, you're just making things difficult for me in the middle of the night. Can't you do it during the day?"

As he spoke, he deliberately made heavy footsteps so that those outside the door could hear him clearly.

The moment he reached the door, he swiftly pulled it open, and in a flash, he had quietly retreated.

Qin Huairu had it all planned out. As soon as Hao Jianguo opened the door, she would pounce on him and start harassing him, then loudly accuse him of having ulterior motives.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was pushed open, she froze on the spot before she could even take a step—Hao Jianguo was nowhere to be seen by the door.

She glanced around and saw a figure lying quietly in the bedroom.

Qin Huairu was secretly annoyed, but softened her tone: "Hao Jianguo, what are you playing at? Why are you hiding under the covers? It's not that cold."

As she spoke, trying to put the other person at ease, she hurried to the bedside.

A more sinister idea had already formed in her mind: since they were already at the bedside, why not say that Hao Jianguo had forcibly dragged her into the room and intended to force her onto the bed?

She immediately jumped onto the bed and hugged the person lying there.

Just as he was about to utter the carefully planned "indecent assault," a heavy wave of drowsiness swept over him without warning.

The shout that was about to come out turned into a long yawn, his eyelids closed heavily, and he fell into a deep sleep.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

Hao Jianguo stood in front of the bed, looked at the two people lying side by side, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"You two should get some sleep now; there's going to be a good show tomorrow."

He scoffed lightly, turned and quietly left the courtyard, heading straight for the fishing spot.

A spot for night fishing by the river.

When people are happy, they are always in high spirits.

Hao Jianguo was naturally delighted—with that fishing rod in hand, what kind of fish could escape?

Yan Bugui was in a tough spot. All night long, all the fish went to Hao Jianguo's fishing spot, while his own fishing rod didn't budge, and he didn't catch a single fish.

"Teacher Hao, your skills are amazing... Please give me some pointers too! I tried your method, but I still can't catch anything."

Yan Bugui looked worried, which almost made Hao Jianguo burst out laughing.

In front of this fishing rod from another world, do you still want a share of the pie?

That's wishful thinking.

Hao Jianguo shook his head with feigned regret: "Uncle San, don't you understand? Fishing requires a bit of talent."

Not to be rude, but if someone truly had talent, how could they be hooked one fish after another like I am?

Yan Bugui felt frustrated—before Hao Jianguo came, everyone around the water praised his fishing skills.

But the facts are right in front of him, and he can't refute them with a single word.

Gradually, he even began to doubt his own skills.

In the end, Yan Bugui simply put down his fishing rod and focused on flattering Hao Jianguo.

His words always revolved around his son's unemployed job, hoping that Hao Jianguo could give him a helping hand.

How could Hao Jianguo not understand the hidden meaning behind the old man's scheming?

Since the other party didn't say it outright, he was happy to play dumb.

He wouldn't bother with other people's business.

Seeing that Hao Jianguo made no response, Yan Bugui had no choice but to smile even more and shower him with compliments.

He was secretly puzzled: Hao Jianguo laughed inexplicably several times, as if he had thought of something extremely interesting.

Yan Bugui muttered to himself, but dared not ask any more questions—now that he needed someone's help, what if he said something that offended the person, and his son's job at the factory would fall through?

I stayed up with them all night, and dawn gradually broke.

Although Hao Jianguo hadn't seriously cast his line, his bucket was already overflowing with water.

Yan Bugui kept telling himself: Tonight is not for the fish, but for his son's future.

But looking at those fat fish jumping around in other people's buckets, and then looking at the empty bottom of my own bucket, I still felt a sharp, aching pain in my heart.

The only thing that made Yan Bugui feel gratified was that Hao Jianguo eventually gave him a fish.

At least they had some gains, so they wouldn't go back empty-handed, and it wouldn't be too embarrassing in front of their wives and children.

Yan Bugui had no idea what Hao Jianguo was thinking—this fish was merely a "compensation" for keeping him company all night.

That's it.

If Yan Bugui knew, he would probably cry.

Is my time really that worthless?

……

Siheyuan.

As the first rays of sunlight streamed into the courtyard, Jia Dongxu, who had been leaning against the window, was suddenly awakened.

"Damn it... I... how did I fall asleep?"

He was still a little dazed.

Originally, he was going to stand by the window and keep an eye on Qin Huairu, wanting to witness his plan come to fruition step by step.

To everyone's surprise, he fell asleep sitting up, completely disrupting the original plan.

"Wait... something's not right, where's Qin Huairu?"

I was sleeping too soundly to realize that Qin Huairu hadn't returned to her room yet.

Jia Dongxu was even more confused.

"That's not right. Logically, that matter should have been resolved last night. Hao Jianguo should have been arrested as a thug, his reputation ruined, a hundred times worse off than Sha Zhu... But what's going on here?"

He was puzzled and tried calling out Qin Huairu's name a few more times, but still no one responded.

Just then, a thought that made him extremely uncomfortable suddenly popped into his mind.

"Damn it... Is he still in Hao Jianguo's room? Or did they actually take their act seriously last night?... Damn it!"

The more Jia Dongxu thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and he cursed inwardly.

But then I thought, although I felt like I was being cuckolded, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing if it really happened—as long as I caught them red-handed.

Jia Dongxu hurriedly sat in his wheelchair and rushed to push it out.

Perhaps in their haste, the wheelchair was suddenly caught on a rock, causing it to tip over violently.

"Oh!"

He screamed and fell off his wheelchair, crashing face-first into the ground.

His face was instantly bruised and swollen, and blood gushed from his nose, making him scream in pain.

At this moment, Aunt Yi also came out of the house.

She felt somewhat helpless towards Yi Zhonghai—if Hao Jianguo had asked them for help, they could have just given him a perfunctory response; why did they have to actually sleep at his house for the entire night?

It was already broad daylight, but no one had returned.

Aunt Yi and Jia Dongxu arrived at Hao Jian's house one after the other.

The two bumped into each other and were both taken aback.

Aunt Yi, in particular, immediately became alert—Hao Jianguo had specifically instructed them to be wary of the Jia family when he spoke to them.

So they've switched from stealing at night to during the day?

Why send Jia Dongxu, who is paralyzed on one side of his body?

"Auntie, what brings you here so early in the morning?"

Jia Dongxu was also puzzled and asked the question first.

The old lady didn't hide anything and said directly, "Go find your Uncle Yi."

Her intention was to remind Jia Dongxu: Uncle Yi is in the house, don't get any funny ideas, or you'll only make things worse for yourself.

As expected, Jia Dongxu looked surprised upon hearing this.

Aunt Yi became even more certain of her guess.

"Then what are you doing here?"

She countered with a question, hoping to discourage him from giving up.

To be fair, she did show some leniency towards Jia Dongxu.

"Looking for my wife."

Jia Dongxu replied.

This answer stunned Aunt Yi.

The two looked at each other again, speechless for a moment.

The most dismissive person was Aunt Yi. In her eyes, even if Jia Dongxu wanted to find an excuse for his thieving behavior, he should at least come up with a plausible explanation.

Looking for a wife?

They even went to Hao Jianguo's house to look for his wife?

Who would believe that? Is he going to announce to the public that his wife has some kind of relationship with Hao Jianguo?

In fact, Jia Dongxu may not have completely believed what Aunt Yi said.

Everyone in the compound knew that Yi Zhonghai and Hao Jianguo had never gotten along.

It was early morning, and everyone was still asleep. How could Yi Zhonghai possibly be in Hao Jianguo's room?

Who knows what secret might be behind the auntie's visit to Hao Jianguo?

An older woman reached out and pushed the door, only to find it was ajar.

Just then, faint, intermittent breathing could be heard coming from inside the room.

Aunt Yi and Jia Dongxu simultaneously leaned closer to the crack in the door to listen—the voices were clearly those of a man and a woman, which could be heard clearly from outside.

The two were all too familiar with this commotion, and their expressions changed instantly.

The woman pushed the door open and rushed inside.

But when they saw the state of Hao Jianguo's bed, both she and Jia Dongxu froze on the spot, unable to move for a long time.

The scene before me was utterly appalling.

Yi Zhonghai was lying next to Qin Huairu, and Qin Huairu still had several red marks on her shoulder.

Suddenly, a flood of images rushed into Aunt Yi's mind—Yi Zhonghai reaching out to grab Qin Huairu's clothes...

"ah--!"

The woman was struck dumb and screamed in shock.

Jia Dongxu also screamed.

Although he had some suspicions when he came, guessing that Qin Huairu might have gotten into trouble, he at least planned to catch Hao Jianguo red-handed and ruin his reputation.

Who would have thought that the person lying next to Qin Huairu was not Hao Jianguo, but Yi Zhonghai.

Looking at that frail figure, Jia Dongxu completely broke down. How could he accept all of this?

In the early morning, although most people were still asleep, there were already rustling sounds coming from several houses.

The two screams startled the neighbors, and many people hurriedly put on their clothes and slippers and ran outside.

These days, one big or small event after another happens in the courtyard, and the residents have long since developed the habit of rushing to see what's going on whenever they hear a commotion.

Many people privately murmured that they had witnessed more excitement in the past few days than in the previous half of their lives.

"Hurry, hurry, what's going on now?"

"It sounds like Aunt Yi and Jia Dongxu's voices... Why are they yelling like that? Has something serious happened?"

"Sigh, this courtyard is never going to be peaceful; strange things keep happening one after another."