mesbooks Chapter 250 Qin Huairu's Desperate Situation, Her Last Struggle
Chapter 250 Qin Huairu's Desperate Situation, Her Last Struggle
In the courtyard, with the passing of several "grandfathers," the era of He Yuzhu had truly begun.
Although He Yuzhu himself had no interest in "ruling" the courtyard, his very existence was a kind of invisible order.
Everyone in the courtyard lived cautiously, afraid of offending this capricious "living deity".
Beneath this oppressive calm, someone is sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss of despair.
This person is Qin Huairu.
For her, every day is now a torment.
At the factory, she had to face the strange looks and gossip of her colleagues. Although Xu Damao had become mute, his ex-wife Lou Xiao'e was outspoken and talked about everything that happened in the factory as if it were news. Qin Huairu's past "glorious deeds" of scheming against He Yuzhu had now become the subject of ridicule. Everyone looked at her with contempt and mockery.
Back home, every day felt like an eternity.
Since breaking her wrist, Jia Zhangshi, the mother-in-law, has been completely paralyzed in bed, needing to be taken care of in every way, from eating and drinking to using the toilet. She also spends her days cursing and complaining, blaming everything on Qin Huairu, calling her a jinx.
The eldest son, Banggeng, has been a completely different person ever since the terrifying incident that turned his hair white overnight. He's no longer mischievous or petty, but has become timid and taciturn. Every day, besides going to school, he hides in his room, trembling with fear at the sight of strangers. That incident has left an indelible shadow on his heart.
Xiao Dang and Huai Hua's two daughters, due to the oppressive atmosphere at home and the predicament of not having enough to eat, became pale and thin, with timid eyes.
Qin Huairu felt like she was being driven crazy.
She was like a donkey trapped on a millstone, relentlessly whipped by life day after day, year after year, yet she could never escape this cycle.
She woke up in the middle of the night countless times, then silently shed tears alone.
Does she regret it?
Of course she regretted it.
She regretted why she had provoked Lin Fan in the first place, and regretted why she hadn't seized that opportunity to change her fate.
She would occasionally walk near Lin Fan's courtyard.
She dared not approach.
As soon as she reached the entrance of that alley, the fear of kneeling and begging for mercy that day, and being controlled by an invisible force, would overwhelm her like a tide, making her legs weak and almost suffocating.
She could only watch from afar.
Looking at that seemingly ordinary courtyard, yet exuding a sacred aura.
Watching He Yuzhu walk into that courtyard with his head held high every day, and then walk out of it with a radiant expression.
She could clearly sense that He Yuzhu and they were no longer from the same world.
His clean, composed, and dignified demeanor was something she, someone who had struggled in the mud, could never attain.
Every time she saw He Yuzhu, her heart was torn apart by jealousy and regret.
She couldn't help but wonder if things would be different now if she had made a different choice back then—if she hadn't chosen to erase her memories, but instead stayed in the courtyard, even if it was just as a handyman.
Will her children also be able to eat that wonderfully fragrant food?
Could her fate also be completely rewritten?
But there are no "what ifs".
She personally closed the door to heaven, then locked herself and her family forever in this hell on earth filled with suffering.
That night, Qin Huairu suffered from insomnia again.
The groans of Jia Zhangshi, the children's sleep talking, and the sound of the wind outside the window all pricked her nerves like needles.
She felt like she was about to break down.
She put on her clothes and, as if possessed, walked out of the house.
She didn't know where she was going; she just walked numbly around the yard.
As she walked, she stopped in front of He Yuzhu's house.
The lights were still on inside.
The dim, yellow light shining through the window looked so warm.
Qin Huairu stood there blankly, staring at the window.
She recalled many, many years ago.
At that time, she had just married into this courtyard, and her husband was still alive. Sha Zhu was still a young boy, a bit simple-minded, and he would blush whenever he saw her.
Later, her husband died. She struggled to support the family alone. It was Sha Zhu who started helping her little by little.
He would slip her the meat and grain coupons issued by the factory.
He would quietly bring her a portion of the food he had prepared.
He would help her carry coal, repair the roof, and teach a lesson to those who bullied Banggeng.
Back then, Sha Zhu was the only ray of light in her life, the only lifeline she could grasp.
She depended on him, used him, and schemed against him. She took his kindness for granted. She even felt that he should live his whole life for her, Qin Huairu.
But she never actually looked at him even once.
She never imagined that he was also someone who needed to be cared for and loved.
She treated him as a tool to be taken from at will, but never gave him a single bit of real affection or respect.
It was she who personally lost that silly Zhu who had eyes only for her.
Qin Huairu stood in the cold wind, tears silently streaming down her face.
She didn't cry out loud, nor did she go up to knock on the door.
She knew it was all too late.
She wasn't there to ask for anything, nor was she there to elicit sympathy or pity.
She just wanted to get a little closer to the warmth that once belonged to her.
In the room.
He Yuzhu sat cross-legged on the bed, practicing breathing exercises.
He had already sensed Qin Huairu outside the door.
His divine sense could even clearly "see" the tear stains on her face and "hear" the silent regret in her heart.
He didn't move.
The door remained closed.
His heart was as still as a deep well.
Pity? Perhaps a little. But more than that, it was a complete indifference.
It's like a person watching an ant that almost bit them struggle in the rain. They wouldn't stomp on it, but they would never reach out to save it again.
Different road non-phase plan.
He and Qin Huairu were from two different worlds. The worldly grudges and entanglements between them vanished the moment he embarked on the path of immortality.
Qin Huairu stood at the door for a very long time.
She only slowly turned around when her body was completely stiffened by the night wind.
She took one last look at the lit window, then dragged her heavy steps away silently.
Her silhouette, stretched long and thin in the cool moonlight, was incredibly long.
It was filled with endless loneliness and despair.
She knew that from now on, she would have to walk her own path alone.
No matter how dark, how rugged, or how...endless this road may be.