Siheyuan: I have a mental illness

After Ye Fan finished speaking, he kept silent and didn't say another word.

He just stared at He Yushui quietly, and his deep gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the other's soul.

At this moment, the whole room was silent, with only the sound of people's gentle breathing coming and going.

Now, all the truth is laid before He Yushui, and she already knows the whole story.

Ye Fan waited silently like this. As time passed, the atmosphere became more and more solemn. He Yushui lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

If He Yushui is unwilling, Ye Fan has already made a plan in mind.

He would use the Demon King's Eye without hesitation to completely erase all her memories of what she had just heard and seen.

However, if He Yushui nodded in agreement willingly, Ye Fan would not only let Sha Zhu go, but would even help him and allow Sha Zhu to return to his familiar job in the cafeteria.

In addition, Ye Fan also promised to arrange a suitable job for Niu Aihua.

Of course, all of this depends on He Yushui’s current decision.

Ye Fan knew Sha Zhu's temper very well and understood that there was not much point in wasting time talking to him, nor did he need to explain too much or entrust anything to him.

Because once Yi Zhonghai passes away, with Niu Aihua entering Sha Zhu's family, Sha Zhu's overflowing maternal heart may change.

In this way, whether Sha Zhu can finally have a happy ending depends entirely on He Yushui's thoughts.

Qin Huairu on the side remained silent and did not say anything to interrupt He Yushui's thoughts.

She knew very well that in order to get Ye Fan to show leniency to He Yushui, she had said countless good things on her behalf in front of Ye Fan.

At this moment, she could only wait patiently with Ye Fan, hoping that He Yushui could make a wise decision.

He Yushui did not let Ye Fan wait too long. After a slight hesitation, she slowly raised her head and looked straight at Ye Fan.

The face that was originally a little shy now looked particularly serious. She opened her red lips slightly and said in a slightly trembling but firm voice: "Chief Ye, I do."

When Ye Fan heard this, he couldn't help but feel happy, and a bright smile immediately broke out on his face.

At the same time, Qin Huairu, who was standing aside, also smiled at Ye Fan. There seemed to be a tacit understanding between the two that could be understood without words.

Then, Ye Fan stretched out his right hand without hesitation, gently took He Yushui's soft and boneless hand, and said gently and expectantly: "Okay, Yushui, come home with us today."

He Yushui nodded obediently at first, but soon seemed to remember something and shook her head gently.

Her big, watery eyes stared at Ye Fan, and she explained sincerely, "Chief Ye, could you please allow me to go back to the courtyard first? I want to go and talk things out with my brother."

Ye Fan looked at the sensible and independent-minded girl in front of him, smiled and nodded, indicating that he understood her thoughts, and asked, "Do you want to completely draw a line between you and your brother?"

He Yushui nodded slightly and answered solemnly, "Yes, Chief Ye. My brother really has no opinion of his own. He only knows to listen to Yi Zhonghai's opinions on all matters, big or small. And most of the time, no matter right or wrong, as long as Yi Zhonghai says it, he will do it.

This time, I must make it clear to him that from now on, I will never help him without principles again."

Hearing this, Qin Huairu couldn't help but sigh softly. She glanced at He Yushui thoughtfully and said slowly, "In fact, Zhuzi is not a bad person by nature, but he is just not very forgiving sometimes. Besides, the current situation is largely due to Yi Zhonghai. As Yushui said, Zhuzi is indeed too dependent on Yi Zhonghai's instructions."

Ye Fan nodded slightly to show his agreement, and then said slowly: "Yushui, there are some things you may not know, that Yi Zhonghai is not a good person.

Your father, He Daqing, has actually been sending you money all the time, but all of it fell into the hands of Yi Zhonghai.

Not only that, he often gossips about your father in front of you and Shazhu, saying bad things about your father, causing you and your siblings to resent your biological father."

Hearing this, He Yushui couldn't help but widen her eyes and shouted in shock: "What? How is this possible!" She couldn't believe what Ye Fan said no matter what.

Ye Fan nodded confidently and said, "It's absolutely true, Yushui, your father does send living expenses to you and your sister on time every month. If you don't believe it, you can go to the post office to ask. If you are worried that the post office staff will not tell you the truth, it's okay, I can arrange for Yuying to accompany you."

After listening to Ye Fan's words, He Yushui was convinced in her heart. At this moment, her eyes gradually became moist, and tears began to well up in her eyes.

Recalling the hardships she and her brother Sha Zhu had gone through in those years, and all of this was because Yi Zhonghai had withheld the living expenses that should have belonged to them, He Yushui felt an endless amount of grievances welling up in her heart.

Seeing He Yushui's pearl-like tears flashing in the corners of her eyes, Ye Fan couldn't help but feel pity. He opened his arms without hesitation and gently embraced He Yushui in his arms, as if to block all the wind, rain and suffering in the world for her.

Ye Fan's palm gently fell on He Yushui's back, patting her again and again, as if he was comforting a frightened deer. At the same time, he lowered his voice and whispered softly, "Okay, Yushui, don't be sad anymore. Believe me, that evil Yi Zhonghai will never have a good end!"

At the same time, at the Jia family in Courtyard No. 95, a thrilling tragedy was unfolding.

Inside the room, Jia Zhang lay quietly on the bed, already dead. The instigator of all this, Jia Huzi, stood expressionlessly beside the bed, staring coldly at Jia Zhang who had been dead for a long time.

Jia Huzi really couldn't bear to continue waiting like this. Every day was like living in endless darkness without a glimmer of hope.

Finally, he made up his mind to end this painful torment. So he picked up a pillow and fiercely covered Jia Zhang's mouth and nose...

Jia Zhang didn't even have a chance to struggle and left this world quietly.

After completing all this, Jia Huzi looked at his lifeless mother lying on the bed, without showing the slightest fear or guilt on his face.

On the contrary, the corners of his mouth rose slightly and he laughed coldly.

However, the next second, he suddenly burst into tears, and his cry was so miserable that it broke people's hearts.

Then, Jia Huzi rushed out the door like a madman, crying out at the top of his lungs: "Oh! No! My mother is dead!"

His shrill cries instantly broke the tranquility of the courtyard, attracting the surrounding neighbors to stick their heads out to see what was going on.

When everyone heard what Jia Huzi shouted, their reactions were surprisingly calm.

After all, Jia Zhang had been in a coma for days, and her death now seemed expected, so no one showed too much surprise or panic.