Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?
Chapter 241 Envy

Chapter 241: Chapter 241 Envy

"What are you going to do?"

Principal Wei was curious about how Zhao Xuerong would confirm that Yu Qiaoqing was the murderer.

Yu Qiaoqing was the young staff member in the school cafeteria.

Since Zhao Xuerong suspected that she was the one who poisoned, Principal Wei, Zhao Xuerong, and Xiao Yue had been following her.

During this time, Principal Wei also noticed that the two ghosts were different from other ghosts, in that they were not afraid of three fires.

Whenever someone passed by, Principal Wei would still avoid them a bit, to avoid clashing with them and getting hurt by three fires.

But the two of them didn’t care at all, completely ignoring the existence of three fires, and three fires also seemed to lose their effect on them.

So they followed Yu Qiaoqing after work, followed her when picking up her child from school, followed her grocery shopping, and then followed her all the way to her home.

However, it seemed that Yu Qiaoqing was living alone with her daughter, presumably divorced.

Her daughter was about ten years old, very cute, but did not attend the school where Yu Qiaoqing worked; instead, she went to another nearby school.

As for why she didn’t attend the school where her mother worked, it was probably because of financial reasons since there were school district requirements.

The house they lived in was obviously rented, and the environment wasn’t great.

Yu Qiaoqing looked quite attractive, but due to the hardships of life, she appeared very haggard.

When she spoke, her voice was soft and gentle, and it was clear she loved her daughter dearly. No matter how tired she was, she still insisted on cooking several delicious dishes for her daughter.

Her daughter, whose name was Sun Yanan, as seen in her homework book, was called Nannan by Yu Qiaoqing; she was an extremely well-behaved and sensible little girl.

When her mother picked her up from school, she sat obediently in the back of her mother’s bicycle.

When shopping for groceries, she stood quietly to the side, and even tried to help her mother carry things from time to time.

When they returned home, the first thing she did was to take out her homework book and start doing homework, not needing Yu Qiaoqing to worry at all.

Watching the mother and daughter, Zhao Xuerong even doubted whether she had suspected the wrong person.

Instead, it was Principal Wei who insisted she look further.

"People shouldn’t just look at superficial things."

So Zhao Xuerong decided to continue to invade dreams.

When it was deep in the night and the mother and daughter were both sound asleep, Zhao Xuerong turned into a stream of light and entered Yu Qiaoqing’s dream.

Zhao Xuerong looked around and found herself in a room.

Looking at the surroundings, it was a very warm home, and there was a large wedding photo hanging on the wall.

The woman in the photo was Yu Qiaoqing, while the face of the man was blurred as if pixelated.

This must be Yu Qiaoqing’s original home.

Just as she was wondering where Yu Qiaoqing was, suddenly, she heard wailing and the sound of smashing things from outside the door.

Zhao Xuerong hurriedly walked out, only to see the living room in disarray.

The TV was smashed, the refrigerator was knocked over, pots and pans were scattered on the floor, and shards of porcelain and glass were everywhere.

Yu Qiaoqing was curled up on the sofa, holding her head, receiving a barrage of slaps.

The man standing in front of her swung his hands with afterimages, slapping her hard.

Even though his face was twisted and unrecognizable, one could feel his brutality.

Moreover, there seemed to be an air of fear spreading in the environment, and even Zhao Xuerong, who had entered the dream, seemed to be infected, feeling an inexplicable sense of dread.

At that moment, from Yu Qiaoqing’s embrace, came the crying of a baby; it turned out she was protecting her daughter.

Seeing this, Zhao Xuerong couldn’t hold back anymore and jumped out shouting, "Hey, what are you doing? How can you hit someone?"

Yu Qiaoqing, who was being beaten, heard this voice, and suddenly raised her head. When she saw Zhao Xuerong, she seemed even more fearful than before.

Her eyes widened, her body trembling slightly, and her mouth quivering, she said, "It’s not me... It’s not me... I’m sorry... Teacher Zhao... Teacher Zhao..."

The surrounding scenery shattered suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, the scene changed.

Zhao Xuerong found herself standing at the school entrance, on a sunny afternoon.

A car stopped by the side of the road, a car she was very familiar with—her husband, Ding Zhihao’s car.

At that moment, Yu Qiaoqing was also riding her bike, coming from a distance.

Another, Zhao Xuerong, walked out of the school, the car door opened, and Ding Zhihao stepped out with flowers in hand.

"Honey~"

Ding Zhihao waved from afar, then went up to meet Zhao Xuerong.

At this time, Yu Qiaoqing, riding her bike, almost ran into him, which made Ding Zhihao glare fiercely at her, his face full of disdain and impatience.

However, Ding Zhihao didn’t say anything, but turned his head and put on a look of deep affection, hugging the approaching Zhao Xuerong and giving her a kiss, presenting her with the flowers in his hand.

"Honey, I love you," Ding Zhihao said with immense affection.

"Husband, I love you too," Zhao Xuerong smiled sweetly.

Zhao Xuerong, who was observing all this from a third-person perspective, suddenly felt nauseous at this moment.

Yu Qiaoqing, looking at the roses in Zhao Xuerong’s hand, had a clear expression of envy and jealousy on her face.

And those roses seemed to trigger some memories for Yu Qiaoqing.

The scene changed several times, each time it was an occasion when Ding Zhihao had given her flowers.

Thinking about Yu Qiaoqing’s marriage, Zhao Xuerong speculated in her heart, could it be because she’s jealous of my happiness?

"Teacher Zhao is so lucky..."

"Teacher Zhao and her husband have such a great relationship..."

"Teacher Zhao’s husband is so good to her..."

"Teacher Zhao’s husband is so infatuated, giving flowers every day..."

...

These voices echoed in Yu Qiaoqing’s dream.

To Zhao Xuerong, these memories were a source of happiness, but for Yu Qiaoqing, they were like heart-eating worms, ceaselessly devouring her spirit.

"My husband used to love me like this too..."

Yu Qiaoqing’s husband once again appeared in her dream, the features of his distorted face slowly turned into Ding Zhihao.

Zhao Xuerong was stunned.

"Could it be that Ding Zhihao was married before?"

But then she realized that couldn’t be possible, Ding Zhihao was her college classmate.

He had pursued her since college, but she never agreed until after graduation when they started a relationship and eventually walked down the aisle to marriage. During this time, it was impossible for Ding Zhihao to have married someone else, even having such a grown daughter.

Looking at the two people in front of her, gazing affectionately at each other with Ding Zhihao’s face, Zhao Xuerong felt a surge of revulsion.

So, she manifested her image right beside them.

Yu Qiaoqing, who was gazing affectionately at Ding Zhihao, showed a look of panic when she saw Zhao Xuerong appear, her state of mind fluctuating again, the dream likewise changing.

But this time it was no longer bright and sunny.

Instead, a wind was blowing, with heavy rain pouring down.

Yu Qiaoqing was riding her electric scooter, drenched in the rain, blown unsteadily by the wind.

At that moment, a car whizzed past her, splashing her with muddy water.

Angered, she cursed at the car and then rode after it.

At a traffic light, she just caught Ding Zhihao leaning over from the driver’s seat to kiss Zhao Xuerong.

When his gaze caught Yu Qiaoqing, his face showed contempt and scorn.

Meanwhile, Yu Qiaoqing stood in the rain, silently watching the two, no longer cursing, just quietly looking until the green light turned on, the car sped away, splashing her with water again, snapping her back to reality.

By the time she arrived at the school gate, she happened to see Ding Zhihao with an umbrella, opening the car door for Zhao Xuerong to get out.

Looking at the other’s flowing long dress, then at her own drenched chicken-like figure, Yu Qiaoqing felt extremely unbalanced.

Zhao Xuerong also recalled, this must be that unexpected morning.