noffsinger Chapter 431 Warm Night
Chapter 431 Warm Night
He Yuzhu pushed open the door and a gust of cold wind blew in. He gently shook off the dust on his body, and with a tired yet warm smile on his face, he stepped into the familiar courtyard.
The moonlight intertwined with the dim lights in the courtyard, covering the ancient courtyard with a soft veil. He walked through the courtyard lightly, trying not to make any noise, for fear of disturbing the tranquility, until he reached his own hut, then he quickened his pace.
What came through the crack in the door was not only the warm light, but also the tempting aroma of food and the faint sound of laughter. That was the smell of home, the source of peace of mind and happiness. He took a deep breath, as if all the fatigue of the past few days had dissipated a little.
Gently pushing open the door, the scene in front of me was warm and beautiful. Yu Haitang was wearing a simple cotton dress, with her hair tied up high and a few strands of hair hanging gently in front of her forehead, adding a bit of gentleness to her.
She was standing by the table, placing dishes and chopsticks, while He Daqing was sitting opposite her with a kind smile on his face. The two chatted from time to time and the atmosphere was harmonious.
"You're back, Yuzhu." He Daqing looked up, his eyes full of concern, "Hurry up and wash your hands and eat."
"Okay." He Yuzhu responded, walked quickly to the water tank, rolled up his sleeves, and washed his hands carefully. In the splashing water, he seemed to wash away all his fatigue. After washing his hands, he did not forget to dry them with a towel, for fear of getting the table wet.
"I did have some things to do at the factory today, so I came back late and was starving. Next time if I come back so late again, Haitang, you and dad don't have to wait for me, just eat first." He Yuzhu said as he pulled out a chair and sat down, with a hint of apology in his voice.
"It's okay. We're family, so it's my duty to wait for you." Yu Haitang responded with a smile. She stood up, walked lightly to the kitchen, brought out a bowl of steaming rice, and placed it carefully in front of He Yuzhu. She also served him a spoonful of vegetables. Her movements were smooth and natural.
He Yuzhu took the bowl and chopsticks and started eating without hesitation. His hunger left him no time to care about anything else, but even so, he could feel Yu Haitang's gaze always gently on him.
"Brother Yuzhu, eat slowly and drink some water. It's good for your stomach." Seeing this, Yu Haitang sighed softly, stood up, poured him a glass of water, her eyes full of heartache and concern.
He Yuzhu took the cup of water, his hands trembling slightly, obviously very hungry. He drank the water in one breath, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, making a satisfied gurgling sound.
Then, he looked up at Yu Haitang, with a gentle smile on his face, as if saying, "It's great to have you." Then he lowered his head and continued to eat hard, but his speed had obviously slowed down.
At this time, He Daqing gently put down his chopsticks, his eyes moved between his son and daughter-in-law, and slowly said: "Xu Damao came at noon today and went straight to Yang Jianye's house. It was as if he was going to tear down the house.
He yelled at the door, as if he wanted to ask for an explanation. But Yang Jianye and the others had already left. It was only when Qin Jingru came out that Xu Damao left, cursing.
At this point, He Daqing shook his head, his face full of disapproval of Xu Damao's actions.
Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu stopped using the chopsticks in his hand, frowned slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
"The result he got today was ultimately his own fault. However, the most fundamental reason was Yang Jianye's behind the scenes.
Xu Damao is a man who usually likes to play tricks, and this time he fell into a big trap. But then again, it's normal for him to react like this, after all, no one wants to be used as a gun by others."
There is a hint of sadness in He Yuzhu's words, as well as some understanding of the complexity of human nature.
When Yu Haitang heard this, a sneer appeared on his lips, and he lowered his voice with obvious disdain and indignation in his tone:
"He deserves it! If Xu Damao had always acted uprightly and not always thought about scheming against others, how could he have been used by someone like Yang Jianye? Now, he has to jump into the hole he dug himself. This is retribution."
After saying that, she did not forget to glare at He Yuzhu, as if blaming him for his sympathy for Xu Damao just now.
Seeing this, a trace of helplessness and kindness flashed in He Daqing's eyes. He sighed softly, then patted the table lightly with his hands, which were full of traces of time, attracting the attention of He Yuzhu and Yu Haitang.
His voice was gentle and powerful, as if it could soothe all the unhappiness: "Okay, both of you, stop talking about this. Let's eat. These trivial matters have nothing to do with our family. Just treat it as watching a play and have fun.
Besides, after this incident, Xu Damao should have learned his lesson and he won’t dare to attack our family easily again.”
Hearing this, He Yuzhu looked up at his father, a trace of apology flashing in his eyes. He nodded, picked up the chopsticks again, picked up a piece of food and put it into his mouth, eating while saying:
"Dad is right, we just need to mind our own business. Come, Haitang, you eat too." As he said that, he put a piece of her favorite dish into Yu Haitang's bowl.
Yu Haitang looked at He Yuzhu's actions, and her unhappiness instantly dissipated. She smiled slightly, picked up her chopsticks and continued to eat, occasionally exchanging a tacit look with He Yuzhu, as if to say, "It's all in the past, let's eat well."
However, on this night when the courtyard seemed to have returned to peace, an unknown undercurrent was quietly surging.
Xu Damao, the man who always wanted to scheme against others, did not give up because of today's failure. He hid in the dark, his heart full of resentment and anger.