Courtyard House: My System - Artificial Human

Chen's Silk Shop.

Since returning, Chen Xueru has been quiet and withdrawn, no longer as quick-witted as before. She has even become much lazier when entertaining guests, and it's unclear what she's thinking about.

Chen Zhongjie saw this and was secretly pleased, guessing that his daughter had suffered a great blow.

When Chen Xueru asked him to volunteer to deliver clothes to Lin Weidong today, he had already guessed that this would be the outcome.

He later made a special inquiry about Lin Weidong, and having had frequent contact with government officials, he knew exactly what was going on in the mind of such a well-educated and upright young cadre.

Although Chen Zhongjie's level of thought may not have reached that level, it does not prevent him from expressing his respect.

However, when Chen Xueru's unusual behavior continued from the shop to the dinner table, Chen Zhongjie panicked.

He wondered if the blow had been too great and ruined him, a perfectly good heir.

"Xueru? Xueru! What did Comrade Lin tell you? Tell me and Dad will give you some advice."

Chen Xueru stopped poking at her rice bowl with her chopsticks and silently complained to herself.

What did you say? That your daughter eagerly undressed, got caught, and received a passionate kiss, and you don't have to take responsibility?

The thought of this made her extremely uncomfortable, so she threw down her chopsticks and got up.

"Mom and Dad, you eat, I'm full!"

"Hey! You're full after only a few bites?"

Regardless of what they said, Chen Xueru returned to her room, lay down on the bed, and began to drift off into her own thoughts.

In her mind, she compared her fiancé, whom she had only met a few times, with Lin Weidong.

One I can't even remember what he looks like, and the other...

Soon, the object of Chen Xueru's affections disappeared from her mind.

She became herself again, and opposite her, Lin Weidong's figure leaned down once more.

Chen Xueru slowly closed her eyes.

Unfortunately, fantasy is just fantasy, and it's hard to find that feeling that makes your heart pound, feel uncomfortable, and yet be captivated and longed for.

As if guided by some unseen force, Chen Xueru reached out one hand, following the feeling in her memory, and climbed up her neck, while her other hand instinctively reached down.

In an instant, a blush spread across her face, and as her eyelids fluttered, Chen Xueru bit her lip and twisted her body into a pretzel shape.

As night falls, some people find themselves surrounded by warm, soft women.

And some people... secretly deal with the soiled underwear.

Chen Xueru's unusual state of mind was not relieved by the brief release; on the contrary, it became even more uncomfortable.

Even while taking a bath, she would start fantasizing about absurd things.

Having attended a girls' school, she had heard many intimate stories among young women, and her mind was now brimming with material for imagination.

That night, she had a dream.

The next day, Chen Xueru unusually stayed in bed and refused to get up. Seeing her listless appearance, her mother wanted to take her to the hospital.

But Chen Xueru knows her own situation; she is lovesick, and the hospital can't cure it.

In the courtyard house.

The news of He Daqing changing jobs spread quickly, and everyone talked about it as they watched him go to work with Yi Zhonghai.

Most people found it strange and incomprehensible that He Daqing had changed jobs to work at a steel rolling mill.

In everyone's eyes, the chef at Fengzeyuan Restaurant is no more prestigious than the chef at the steel mill.

Compared to their half-baked understanding, Xu Fugui felt as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

He wasn't sure how good He Daqing's cooking skills were, but he knew that Lou Zhenhua had been in charge of handling this matter.

There must be something he doesn't know about this, otherwise it's hard to explain why He Daqing is so highly regarded. After all, why would a cook need Lou Zhenhua to personally intervene?

But wouldn't that make it even more difficult for me to get revenge on He Daqing?

He had made some progress, but if getting rid of He Daqing delayed Lou Zhenhua's important matter, he would be in big trouble.

Xu Fugui walked along, his face dark with worry, thinking to himself that he had to figure things out before he could take any action!

When Madam Jia heard this news, her face almost stiffened with laughter.

totally unexpected!

Yi Zhonghai Shipping is coming in so fast!

Once Dongxu comes out and becomes Yi Zhonghai's apprentice, won't the Jia and Yi families be as close as family? Yi Zhonghai also has a good relationship with He Daqing, and with the support of the deaf old lady in the backyard, she can also talk to Jin Lu, the police officer in the neighboring courtyard.

I don't know, I was taken aback.

Their families combined are practically the most powerful force in this courtyard!

After that, who would dare to bully me?

On this day, the women in the courtyard discovered that Jia Zhangshi had reverted to her old self.

They were even more arrogant than before, just as domineering as the crabs of Shengfang Town.

As evening fell, Jia Zhangshi, having finished her argument with several elderly women in the courtyard, hummed as she walked back, reflecting on her day's achievements with a touch of melancholy.

She thought to herself that going to the institute wouldn't be without its benefits!

At least now when we argue, we have a lot more words to say!

Feeling smug, she lifted the curtain, then heard footsteps behind her and turned around.

A pretty girl entered through the hanging flower gate and walked towards the courtyard.

Her figure, seen from behind, is the envy of many women.

Isn't this the girl who delivered clothes to Lin Weidong yesterday? Old Yan even led the way!

She seems to be from some kind of silk shop? I wonder if I can call her Dongxu's wife; her figure looks like she's destined to have a son.

Just then, Yi Zhonghai and He Daqing returned side by side. Jia Zhangshi's face lit up with joy, and she quickly went over to them.

"Hey! You're off work, Uncle Yi? Master He? Um... Uncle Yi, you're Master Dongxu, I have something to ask you to help me decide, okay?"

Before Yi Zhonghai could speak, Jia Zhangshi recounted what she had just witnessed.

Actually, her asking Yi Zhonghai for help with decision-making was a pretense; her real purpose was to get Yi Zhonghai's assistance in handling things.

You're about to become a master, so you have to contribute some money and effort to Dongxu's wedding.

After hearing this, Yi Zhonghai's memory became clear.

A silk shop? Chen's Silk Shop, right? He saw that girl when he bought fabric that day!

She is the daughter of the silk shop owner; she is indeed beautiful.

But it's hard to say whether the person came to see Lin Weidong for two consecutive days on official or personal business.

If the silk shop owner is backing him up, how can Jia Dongxu compare to Lin Weidong?

Why would someone choose to marry a convict over a government official?

Although she didn't get along with Lin Weidong, putting that aside, Lin Weidong was good-looking, had a good job, and came from a good family, making him a rare and desirable son-in-law.

Thinking about it this way, Yi Zhonghai suddenly felt uncomfortable!

Damn Lin Weidong, it's bad enough that he's overshadowed by his work, but who knows, he might even marry a beautiful and charming wife.

The key is that silk shop; he'd been there, and it was quite large! How much money must it have made in a year?

How come Lin Weidong gets all the good things? Is there any justice in this world?

Yi Zhonghai was so distressed that he could barely control his facial expressions!

"Old Yi? Old Yi? What are you thinking about? Shall we go? Didn't we say we were looking for that Cai Quanwu?"

He Daqing had just entered the house, put the lunchbox he brought from the kitchen on the stove to heat it up, hurriedly gave He Yushui a few instructions, and then came out again.

On the way back today, Yi Zhonghai kept remarking to him how much Cai Quanwu looked like him.

If it weren't for delivering food to Yushui, he would have already rushed to that tavern to find someone.