Siheyuan: He Yuzhu, a Ruthless Man Who Puts Fake Sweethearts in Their Place

He Yuzhu was reborn.

In his previous life, he spent twenty years being everyone's doormat, and died without even getting a decent hot meal. When he opened his eyes this time, Qin Huairu's tear-streaked face was right in front of him.

"Zhu, could you lend me twenty yuan?"

He Yuzhu smiled.

Borrow money? Sure. First, let your silly big brother hold your hand and call him something sweet. Whether you get the money after that depends on my mood.

Xu Damao is bullying Lou Xiao'e? I'll help, but this rich young lady has such soft, delicate skin. Shouldn't I get a little something in return afterward?

Third Uncle wants to scheme against me? Then let his daughter come keep Silly Zhu company. That'll settle the score.

What? You're calling me a pervert?

He Yuzhu leaned against the courtyard gate with a cigarette between his lips, looking as laid-back as ever. "I'm He Yuzhu. I spent my whole last life being a good person, and look where it got me. This time, I've figured it out: better to be a bastard than a fucking fool."

As for the people who badmouth him:

"Insult me? Fine, Qin Huairu, say one more word and pay back the five yuan you borrowed yesterday today, with interest. Banggeng stole my sausage? I'll see you at the police station. Xu Damao, want me to spill all your dirty little secrets in front of your wife?"

Only then did the people in the courtyard realize that Silly Zhu had changed.

He'd become mean, lecherous, and so infuriating that they wanted to grind their teeth, yet they couldn't do a thing about him.

Even worse, he was thriving while acting like a bastard. He took over the canteen, opened restaurants, and made a fortune. The people in the courtyard who'd schemed against him all ended up coming to him with their heads bowed, begging for help.

He Yuzhu just sat there with his legs crossed and a cigarette between his lips, watching them.

"Begging me? Sure. First, make it worth my while."