Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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Widow Bai was about to say that she wasn't looking for someone, but her second son, Bai Wensheng, interrupted, "We're looking for He Daqing. Is he here?"

The white widow was a little angry. She glared at her youngest son, thinking he was more trouble than he was worth. Then she could only say, "We are his distant relatives. Please call him out."

Yan Bugui said, "The Qing Emperor can't leave work yet at this time. Why don't you go inside and wait for him?"

"No need, we'll just wait for him outside. Thank you, brother."

"You're too kind, it's nothing."

Yan Bugui invited them into the courtyard again, but Widow Bai refused, saying she would wait outside.

Yan Bugui was quite surprised. He knew exactly how many relatives the He family had, and he had met most of them. If they had any dealings with him, he would have met them at He Yuzhu's wedding. But he had never met these three people before, nor had he ever heard of them having relatives of this age.

After throwing away the garbage at the garbage station, Yan Bugui invited them back in again, but they still refused. He then put down the dustpan and went to the Intermediate People's Court.

After knocking on the door, Wen Yuping came out from the inner room and asked, "Grandpa, is there something you need?"

Wen Yuping was young and beautiful, so when He Daqing was not around, no man would usually come to knock on the door, for fear of spreading rumors.

After knocking on the door, Yan Bugui stepped back a little distance from the covered walkway before saying, "A mother and her two children came to the courtyard. They said they were your relatives. I asked them to come in, but they didn't want to, so I came to tell you."

"Our relatives?"

“Yes, but I’ve never seen these three relatives of the Qing Dynasty before.” Yan Bugui added, “You should still go and take a look, but don’t get fooled.”

"Okay, I'll go take a look right away."

Wen Yuping was also puzzled. Normally, when visiting relatives, why would someone refuse to enter the courtyard and instead wait outside?

Fortunately, He Yutang fell asleep, so Wen Yuping and Yan Bugui came out together. Just then, Aunt Yan was about to come out of the house, and out of curiosity, the three of them went outside to the courtyard.

The widow wasn't too surprised to see the three of them come out, since the letter didn't mention that He Daqing was already married and had children, and that he had married a 20-year-old girl.

Wen Yuping had never met these three people before and was quite surprised. She asked, "What are your relatives in our family? I've never heard Dajiang mention you before?"

"What do you mean, 'your family'?" The white widow was still a bit confused and said, "We are relatives of the Qing Dynasty. We're just waiting here for him to come back."

“I am the wife He Daqing married two years ago, didn’t you know?” Wen Yuping asked.

Widow Bai was dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning. He Daqing had married two years ago? Then why would He Daqing write a letter saying that he was having a hard time and missed Widow Bai so much, asking her to come and live with him?

"Are you He Daqing's wife?"

Wen Yuping nodded, and said with some pride, "Yes, I married Daqing two years ago and gave the He family a son. May I ask what kind of relatives you are and how I should address you?"

The white widow was now completely convinced. No woman would be so foolish as to admit to being someone else's wife; that's not how you joke.

Bai Wending, the eldest brother standing next to him, was furious. Wasn't this just messing with people?

He objected as soon as he received He Daqing's letter inviting him to a get-together. After all, the last time they made a scene, how could he possibly live with He Daqing and He Yuzhu again?

Moreover, the trip from Baocheng to the capital seemed a bit far-fetched, but my mother insisted on coming and seeing it for herself, so I reluctantly packed my bags and came.

She said angrily, "Mother, I told you He Daqing was lying to us, but you didn't believe me. You foolishly made a wasted trip. That damned He Daqing is already married and so young. How could he possibly get back together with you?"

He was so angry that he blurted out his true feelings, and the White Widow couldn't stop him. Wasn't he just revealing all his secrets?

Wen Yuping was still a little confused and didn't understand what those words meant for a moment.

But Yan Bugui, who was standing next to him, immediately understood the situation and said in surprise, "Could you be the widow Bai who lived with He Daqing in Baocheng?"

Upon hearing this, the white widow's expression changed, and she shook her head hastily, saying, "We're not."

Wen Yuping's face turned pale with anger. She knew about He Daqing's past affairs after they got married, but that was in the past, and it didn't matter how many women he had been with.

After all, the dowry offered by the He family was too high, and her father was greedy for the exorbitant dowry, which was tantamount to selling herself to He Daqing as his wife.

It didn't matter how many wives he had before, but when this widow Bai suddenly came to his door, Wen Yuping's first thought was, could it be that He Daqing and this widow Bai still had a lingering connection and were secretly seeing each other?

If that's the case, then He Daqing is really wrong. She has served him wholeheartedly and even borne him a son. Is she, a young woman in her twenties, less attractive than this old woman?

But the eldest son of the widow was still angry. He Daqing had actually married a young wife and had a son. How could he possibly still want his family of three?

I'm sure I've been tricked this time. I don't know who tricked me, but since I'm here, I can't let He Daqing get away with it. I have to make a scene and make He Daqing lose face and be completely humiliated.

He shouted, "Mother, don't deny it! Yes, we are from Baocheng. My mother's surname is Bai, and she is a widow. He Daqing has been sending us money to support us for the past two years, so what?"

Wen Yuping was even angrier now, and tears streamed down her face. What had she done to wrong He Daqing?

She even wrote a letter asking her and her two children to come over—was she doing this just to annoy me?

Chapter 139 The White Widow Mistakenly Enters a Courtyard

Widow Bai was furious. "This foolish son of yours, why are you speaking such blunt truths?" She hadn't even met He Daqing yet, and didn't know what was going on, but she had already completely offended him.

Enraged, his vision blurred and he fainted, falling straight backward.

The second brother, Bai Wensheng, quickly reached out to help her up, but he couldn't pull her up; the widow fell to the ground.

The eldest and second eldest brothers were in a panic, so Yan Bugui quickly stepped forward and taught them how to pinch the philtrum.

Aunt Yan had been staring at the two children absentmindedly until this happened, at which point she became alert and turned to see that Wen Yuping looked unwell.

He quickly comforted her, saying, "Don't listen to their nonsense. We've all seen how good He Daqing is to you. We'll have to wait for He Daqing to come back and ask him what happened. Don't overthink it."

"Yes, thank you, sister-in-law." Hearing this made Wen Yuping feel much better. Yes, these were just things they said; who knows if they were true?

So what if it's true? She gave birth to He Daqing's own son, while the two sons of the widow Bai weren't He Daqing's children.

He Yuzhu's adopted son would definitely not let He Daqing support the Bai widow's family; he was just worrying unnecessarily.

The white widow was quickly rescued and, after regaining consciousness, was helped to sit on a rock to rest.

Aunt Yan beckoned Yan Bugui over and whispered, "Who do you think Widow Bai's two sons look like?"

"Like who?"

As Yan Bugui spoke, he looked at the two teenagers. The more he looked at them, the more familiar they seemed, as they resembled the widow Bai.

But if it were someone like Widow Bai's wife, she wouldn't have said that, nor would she be like He Daqing, since everyone knows those two children aren't He Daqing's.

Yan Bugui didn't recognize him at first either. Aunt Yan got anxious and said, "Doesn't he look like Uncle Yi?"

"Like Lao Yi?"

"I think they look quite similar."

Yan Bugui then compared the two children's faces with Yi Zhonghai's. They looked strangely familiar before, and upon closer inspection, they looked more and more like Yi Zhonghai.

He does indeed resemble Yi Zhonghai somewhat.

"It looks so much like him! Could he be Yi Zhonghai's son?" she asked in surprise.

The younger generation doesn't know, but older people know that it was Aunt Yi who had difficulty conceiving, while Yi Zhonghai had no problems.

Aunt Yan said with certainty, "I think it's pretty much true that these two children are Yi Zhonghai's."

"This is too surreal. The White Widow gave birth to two sons for Yi Zhonghai, and then let He Daqing raise them."

"No wonder He Daqing returned to Baocheng after only two years; he must have discovered something was wrong."

"When did Old Yi get a son outside? He kept it a secret so well. I wonder if his family knows?"

The two men discussed the widow's two sons, but the mother and her two children were too far away to hear clearly, while Wen Yuping was very close and could hear everything clearly.

No wonder He Yuzhu brought He Daqing back after taking Yushui to Baocheng. With He Yuzhu's shrewdness, he must have noticed something was wrong, which is why he brought He Daqing back.

The white widow quickly regained her composure, struggled to her feet, and tried to leave with her two sons.

Wen Yuping quickly stopped them, saying, "You can't leave. This matter needs to be clarified when He Daqing returns."

"We're about to leave, why are you stopping me?" Widow Bai knew that staying would only lead to trouble. After all, she originally wanted to stay outside and not disturb anyone in the courtyard, so as to stop He Daqing and get to the bottom of things.

I never expected that He Daqing had already married and had children. Now that I know, it's unlikely that the letter was written by He Daqing.

It's quite possible that, just as my son said, we've fallen into a trap this time.

Widow Bai is now filled with regret. How could she have been so bewitched and believed the words in the letter? She hastily brought her son to find He Daqing.

Yi Zhonghai still lives in this courtyard; it wouldn't be good if he were disturbed further.

The widow Bai hurriedly tried to leave with her two sons, but Wen Yuping couldn't stop her. Coincidentally, He Daqing and He Yuzhu returned at that moment, carrying things and soaked by the rain.

He Yuzhu didn't pay attention at first, but when he got closer, he realized that it was actually Widow Bai and her two sons walking towards him.

He paused for a moment, then asked, "How did you get here?"

When the widow saw He Yuzhu, this menacing figure, she shuddered and shouted, "What's it to you?"

He Daqing was talking when he heard this incredibly familiar voice. He looked up and was surprised to find Widow Bai and her two sons outside the courtyard.

What are you doing here?

With just that one sentence, the white widow became even more certain that there was something wrong with the letter. Her eyes reddened; she had indeed been deceived. She said, feeling wronged:

"This isn't your road, are you telling us not to walk on it?"

He tried to walk past her, but He Yuzhu stopped him, saying, "Since you're here, don't rush off. Come in, have some tea, and we'll talk things out."

He Yuzhu was very happy. He had only said a few words to Xu Damao, and he had managed to get the widow and her two children to the courtyard.

Now that I've encountered them face to face, I certainly won't let them leave easily.

When the white widow wanted to leave, she forced her way forward, intending to leave directly, and even deliberately used her chest to reach He Yuzhu's hand.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, He Yuzhu had no choice but to withdraw his hand and let the widow Bai pass, but the leader Bai Wending, who was following behind, could not be let off the hook.