My happy life in a courtyard house with triplets.

Chapter 388: He Daqing Gets Beaten and Spreads the Word in the Courtyard

On the other side, after beating He Daqing, Sha Zhu hurriedly changed his clothes in a secluded place and rushed back to the courtyard house at No. 95. Only when he reached the door did he calm down and walk in as if nothing had happened.

But as soon as he entered the door, he saw a mourning tent set up in the courtyard, which almost scared him to death.

Yan Jiecheng, who was standing to the side, looked at the startled He Yuzhu and laughed, "Silly Zhu, look at you, what a coward."

Upon closer inspection, He Yuzhu saw that it read "Jia Dongxu" and exclaimed in disbelief, "What? Jia Dongxu is dead?"

Yan Jiecheng nodded: "Yes, Jia Dongxu is dead, and he choked to death."

Sha Zhu couldn't believe it: "Are you serious? You can choke to death while eating?"

Yan Jiecheng leaned closer and said, "It might not be the same for others, but what can you do when it's Jia Dongxu? He can't even move. If he choked to death while eating, he couldn't call for help or walk around."

Sha Zhu nodded, then suddenly thought of He Daqing, whose leg he had broken, and felt a pang of anxiety: Would he do the same thing in the future?

Thinking of this, Sha Zhu quickly ran to the backyard and found Qin Huairu. The two closed the door and began to talk quietly.

Qin Huairu looked at the nervous Sha Zhu: "Sha Zhu, how did things go?"

Sha Zhu nodded: "It's done."

Qin Huairu was overjoyed. Realizing she wouldn't need the medicine she'd bought, she exclaimed happily, "Silly Zhu, this is wonderful!"

Sha Zhu looked at Qin Huairu, feeling somewhat awkward, after all, He Daqing was still his father. He glanced at Qin Huairu, then lowered his moral compass even further.

Seeing his expression, Qin Huairu quickly said, "Shazhu, go back to your room first, don't let anyone find out, otherwise things between us will become complicated."

Sha Zhu nodded quickly: "Okay, I understand."

He then remembered something else: "By the way, Sister Qin, you know about Jia Dongxu, right?"

Qin Huairu said, "I know, didn't he choke to death? I guess it was karma."

Sha Zhu thought about it and realized it made sense. The way the Jia family treated Qin Huairu before was indeed retribution.

The people in the yard were still busy when two policemen suddenly walked in. Liu Haizhong quickly stepped forward: "Officers, you're here again?"

The police officer asked, somewhat surprised, "Who are you?"

Liu Haizhong said awkwardly, "Officer, I'm the former manager of this compound. My name is Liu Haizhong."

The policeman looked at him and asked, "Is there anyone named He Daqing in your compound?"

Liu Haizhong quickly replied, "Yes, yes, yes."

He immediately led the police to the backyard. The police looked at Qin Huairu: "Are you a member of He Daqing's family?"

Qin Huairu said, "Officer, what's wrong? I'm He Daqing's wife."

The police officer, somewhat doubtful, confirmed again: "He Daqing? Are you sure it's your spouse?"

Qin Huairu nodded: "Yes, everyone in the courtyard knows."

The police then said, "He Daqing was assaulted on his way home from get off work today and is now in the hospital."

Qin Huairu feigned surprise: "What? Officer, what did you say? What happened to He Daqing?"

Liu Haizhong, standing to the side, was also shocked, secretly delighted but not daring to show it. He quickly asked, "Officer, what happened? Who did this?"

The police officer didn't say much: "You should go to the hospital right away. He Daqing is seriously injured and needs a family member to accompany him."

Qin Huairu hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I understand. I'll go get the money right away."

Qin Huairu took the money and followed the police out. When they reached the Intermediate People's Court, she deliberately knocked on Sha Zhu's door in a panic: "Zhu Zi, come out quickly! Something's happened to your dad! Come with me!"

At her shout, Sha Zhu immediately came out, pretending not to know anything: "What? Sister Qin, what did you say?"

Qin Huairu quickly gave him a look, signaling him not to call her "Sister Qin" and instead said, "Zhuzi, I'm your stepmother. Come with me right now, your dad's been beaten up, let's go see what's going on."

Sha Zhu immediately realized what was going on: "Okay, okay, I'll go right now."

Their conversation was overheard by many people in the courtyard. When they heard that He Daqing had been beaten, the crowd immediately began to discuss it.

Someone asked, "Did you hear that clearly? Who was it that got beaten up?"

Another person said, "It looks like He Daqing."

Soon, the police took Qin Huairu and Sha Zhu away.

The crowd gathered around Liu Haizhong and asked, "Liu Haizhong, who did the police say was beaten? What happened?"

Seeing that everyone was asking him questions, Liu Haizhong deliberately raised his voice: "Quiet down, quiet down, listen to me. The police officers who just came in really valued me and asked me to take them to the backyard..."

The crowd grew impatient: "Just get to the point!"

Liu Haizhong said awkwardly, "The police said that He Daqing was beaten up on his way home from get off work, and the beating was particularly bad. They were looking for his family when Qin Huairu and Shazhu went with them."

Upon hearing this, everyone erupted in uproar again.

"What's going on in our courtyard house? Two major incidents have happened in one day."

"What a run of bad luck! Jia Dongxu just died, and now He Daqing has been beaten up. Is he cursed?"

The other person quickly covered his mouth: "What nonsense are you talking about? Be careful someone reports you."

The man was so frightened that he immediately shut up.

Yan Fugui walked up to Liu Haizhong: "Old Liu, what exactly happened? Do you know?"

Liu Haizhong shook his head: "I don't know either. I was just helping to show you the way. Who knew it was He Daqing's business?"

Yan Fugui sighed, "Alas, misfortune keeps piling up."

He thought for a moment, then said, "Liu Haizhong, should we go check on He Daqing?"

Liu Haizhong said, "Let's wait until Qin Huairu and Shazhu come back and ask them what's going on. Let's take care of Jia Dongxu's affairs first; the funeral is tomorrow."

Yan Fugui nodded: "You're right."

Then he remembered something else: "By the way, have we found a cook yet?"

Liu Haizhong shook his head: "No, I originally wanted to find He Daqing or Shazhu, but who knew their family would have this problem."

Yan Fugui said, "Let's go to Nanjing University of the Arts. After all, we're from the same college, and Nanjing University of the Arts' skills are no worse than Sha Zhu's."

Liu Haizhong nodded: "Okay, let's go together in a bit."

At this moment, at Nan Yi's home, Nan Yi and Liu Lan were also looking at the commotion in the yard, their faces filled with disbelief.

Nanjing University of the Arts couldn't help but say, "Liu Lan, what's going on here? More things happen in our department in a single day than in other departments in a whole year."

Liu Lan pondered, "Who knows? It must have been an accident. It's too much of a coincidence."

As the two were talking, there was a loud knocking at the door. Nan Yi went to open the door and saw Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui.

Nanjing University of the Arts quickly ushered the two in: "What brings you two here?"

Liu Haizhong looked at Nanjing University of the Arts: "Nanjing University of the Arts, as you know, our department is in complete chaos right now. We need a cook for the Jia family's matter tomorrow. Do you think you could ask for leave tomorrow?"

Nanjing University of the Arts thought for a moment, then frowned.

Liu Lan, who was standing nearby, said, "Okay, okay, I'll ask Nanjing University of the Arts for leave tomorrow and have him come and help out."

Yan Fugui smiled and said, "Okay, okay, it's settled then."

After saying that, Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui left.

Nanjing University of the Arts looked at Liu Lan and asked, "Liu Lan, why did you agree so readily?"

Liu Lan looked at him and said, "This is a matter of life and death. People should be respected, so we have to help. If we don't help, people will talk behind our backs. Besides, missing a day of work won't cost us much money. It wouldn't be right not to help."

Nan Yi nodded in agreement: "I know, cooking is one of my specialties, no doubt about it."