The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 262 - 259 She Betrayed You Long Ago

Chapter 262: Chapter 259 She Betrayed You Long Ago

Qin Zhao went through the friend request content one more time, and couldn’t help but snort coldly in her heart.

Acting cute is useful? Not in the slightest! She would never forgive that damn guy!

"Qin Zhao."

Shangguan Qiu and the others had already gone out, but when she noticed that Qin Zhao was still standing in the same spot, she called out to her.

"I’ll be right there."

Qin Zhao still didn’t accept Chu Yan’s friend request; she put away her phone and walked over to Shangguan Qiu.

They arrived at the house of a village local.

Most people in the village shared the surname Yao, and this villager’s name was Yao Chengshan.

His son, who had died, was named Yao Tengyu, only fifteen years old when he drowned.

This incident hit Yao Chengshan hard, as he had only this one son, for whom he worked himself to the bone as a carpenter outside, all to save money for his son’s high school and university education since the boy was doing well in his studies.

Usually, while he worked away from home, it was his wife who took care of the child. In Yao Chengshan’s memory, Yao Tengyu was well-behaved and sensible from a very young age.

As Yao Chengshan recounted these details to them, he couldn’t help but tear up.

Originally he had no white hairs, but after returning home to bury his son, he stayed by his son’s grave all night, and the next day he discovered that most of his hair had turned white.

"My wife is still in the hospital, so there’s no one at home."

Upon entering, they saw Yao Tengyu’s portrait in the living room, portraying a plain and sunny-looking young man.

He should’ve had a bright future, growing up to give his parents a good life.

Regrettably, he died so young.

Seeing the photo of Yao Tengyu, Yao Jizhong couldn’t help but think of his own son, filled with deep emotion.

"It’s such a pity, you must take care," Yao Jizhong consoled, patting Yao Chengshan’s shoulder.

Yao Chengshan didn’t say a word, his throat choked up with emotion, visibly agitated.

However, Qin Zhao and the other two were stunned when they saw the shrine where Yao Tengyu’s portrait was enshrined.

Because above the shrine, a young boy was floating, curiously staring at them. Following that, seeing Yao Chengshan cry in suppressed pain, a sorrowful expression emerged on the young boy’s face.

"Are you Yao Tengyu?" Shangguan Jing suddenly asked.

"What! Tengyu’s here?"

Yao Chengshan abruptly scanned the surroundings, "Master, is my son’s soul here? Can I see him please! I came back too late, didn’t see him for one last time!"

"Dad!" The boy’s soul drifted down from the shrine, trying to approach Yao Chengshan, but passed right through him. He was in front of Yao Chengshan, yet Yao Chengshan couldn’t see him.

"Your son’s death, I’m afraid it’s not that simple," Qin Zhao sighed, casting a spell over Yao Chengshan’s eyes, and then he could see the soul.

"Xiaoyu! You’ve always been here! You’ve always been by daddy’s side," Yao Chengshan sobbed heavily as he saw his son’s soul, crying like a child.

"It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have gone out to work. A boy can be naughty, how could your mother keep an eye on you all the time. I should’ve stayed home, earning a little less money wouldn’t have mattered.

Then you wouldn’t have died; it’s all my fault!"

"Dad, it’s not your fault."

Yao Tengyu’s voice cracked as he spoke; it had been nearly two years since he last saw his father, but he knew his father was trying to make money to support the family, which was why he couldn’t often be by his side.

He wiped the corner of his eye, his expression a bit odd, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

But in the end, Yao Tengyu still didn’t tell his father the true circumstances of his death.

On the day of the burial, seeing his father’s hair turn white overnight and his originally tall and strong body looking bent and frail, he didn’t dare reveal the truth for fear that his father wouldn’t be able to bear it.

"Dad, divorce mom and move out from here."

Hearing Yao Tengyu’s words, Yao Chengshan was taken aback.

"Why? Your mom is sick now, how can I divorce her!"

"Her illness isn’t that serious at all, she’s just too afraid to come home, too scared to see me!" Suddenly, Yao Tengyu’s soul filled with hostility and resentful energy.

However, fearing he would frighten Yao Chengshan, he immediately reined it in.

"Dad, listen to me, hurry up and divorce her! Move out from here! You can find another wife, I won’t blame you, as long as you’re happy, that’s enough!"

"Silly boy, what nonsense are you talking! Your death has had a huge impact on your mom, I can’t leave her at this time, what would people think of me?"

Yao Tengyu didn’t expect his father to trust his mother so much, a sorrowful expression appearing on his face, "But she has already betrayed you!"

Yao Chengshan was dumbfounded again, not understanding why his son would say such a thing. His visits home were few and far between each year; he wasn’t very familiar with the family situation.

Still, in recent years when he returned, the villagers’ gazes struck him as rather strange, but he thought it was because they hadn’t seen him in so long and might not recognize him, so he didn’t take it to heart.

"Tengyu, you can’t talk nonsense about this kind of thing," Yao Chengshan said sternly, looking at his son.

"I’m not talking nonsense! She found another man while you were away!"

Yao Tengyu roared out these words, unable to suppress the resentful energy within him any longer.

His dark eyes gradually turned a blood-red color, indicating the deep hatred and anger he felt toward his mother.

"That’s impossible, absolutely impossible!" Struck as if by lightning, Yao Chengshan muttered to himself.

Yao Tengyu calmed his emotions a bit, "If you still don’t believe me, don’t go to the hospital to see her in the next few days, hide somewhere nearby the ward and observe—you’re sure to see another man visiting her."

Yao Chengshan kept quiet, a complex expression on his face, seemingly aged a great deal all at once.

And seeing him like this, Yao Tengyu’s heart ached terribly, making him all the more reluctant to reveal the true nature of his own death; he felt his father definitely couldn’t handle that truth!

The truth was he hadn’t drowned at all, but had been suffocated by his mother’s lover!

That day, feeling unwell, he had taken a leave from school and returned home, only to discover his mother having an affair with a man.

He couldn’t believe that while his father was working hard to earn money outside, his mother could do such a thing. He angrily threatened the man, saying he would call the police and report him, then tell his father everything.

Panicking, the man conspired with his mother to suffocate him!

When night fell, they threw his body into the river, claiming he had drowned.

Yao Chengshan sat alone on the threshold of the courtyard, smoking one cigarette after another, still unable to come to terms with his wife’s infidelity so soon after his son’s death.

He knew his son wouldn’t lie to him. And his son was already dead; there was no reason for him to lie.

"So, the person who tried to cause accidents several times to kill Yao Chengshan, was your mother’s lover?" asked Qin Zhao from inside the house, querying Yao Tengyu’s soul.

He nodded, "They were after my dad’s savings. He worked outside for a long time and saved quite a bit of money. It was originally meant for my education."

If Yao Chengshan were to die unexpectedly, since his son was already dead, his wife would be entitled to inherit his savings.