funbook-pk Chapter 95 Nobody Pities Him
Chapter 95 Nobody Pities Him
Back when Wang Yuanhe said that the reason he listened to Liu Qingxuan was because of his son, he casually did some calculations.
The discovery of Wang Yuanhe's son's strange illness was due to the many sins Wang Yuanhe had committed.
Five years ago, Wang Yuanhe protected his nephew who killed someone in a drunk driving accident, bribed witnesses to give false testimony, and had a recent college graduate serve three years in prison for him.
The college student's mother cried until she went blind, and his father jumped into the river and committed suicide, leaving the family devastated.
Three years ago, in his ambition to climb the corporate ladder, Wang Yuanhe falsely accused his former superior, who had promoted him, of embezzlement, leading to his suicide by jumping off a building and the breakdown of his family.
Not only that, but over the years Wang Yuanhe has also embezzled and accepted bribes of nearly 100 million yuan, sexually harassed hundreds of trainees and obscure celebrities, and has four lives on his hands.
His son's illness was not some strange disease at all; it was the wronged spirits of those he had killed coming to claim his life.
Originally, his family's ancestral graves could have protected Wang Yuanhe from evil spirits for two years, but due to too many sins committed, the feng shui of the ancestral graves was ruined prematurely, and the relocated graves were placed in yin areas.
This led to the retribution coming true ahead of time, first befalling Wang Yuanhe's only son.
Liu Qingxuan merely used evil magic to temporarily suppress the evil energy by drawing upon his own cultivation; he couldn't cure his son at all.
Wang Yuanhe thought Liu Qingxuan was helping him, but in reality, Liu Qingxuan just treated Wang Yuanhe like an obedient dog.
Since Wang Yuanhe is so eager to die and insists on provoking him, then he doesn't need to be polite to him.
Shen Yu hastened Wang Yuanhe's retribution.
"It's time to pay the debt you owe. Go down here and kowtow to the innocent souls you killed in repentance."
The moment the sound disappeared, Wang Yuanhe felt a chill run through his body, as if he had been thrown into an ancient ice cellar, his blood freezing into ice shards.
He stared wide-eyed in terror, looking around, but apart from the pointing passersby, he couldn't see Shen Yu anywhere.
How did he do it?
Even though the person wasn't in front of him, he managed to knock him flying and then speak into his ear.
Most importantly, what did he mean by telling him to go down and kowtow to the wronged souls he had killed to repent?
Did he find out about those things?!
But how is that possible?
He kept these things extremely secret; even his trusted confidants of over a decade didn't know everything. How could Shen Yu know so much?!
Fear gripped his heart like vines, suffocating him.
He was no longer arrogant and domineering; he scrambled and crawled, trying to escape this terrible place.
Just then, his cell phone suddenly started ringing incessantly, the shrill ringtone sounding particularly jarring in the quiet neighborhood.
Wang Yuanhe's hands were shaking so badly that he had to reach for his phone several times before he finally managed to pull it out. The screen displayed the word "wife".
He answered the phone with trembling hands, and before he could even speak, his wife's heart-wrenching cries of despair filled the air on the other end.
"Husband! Come back quickly! Come back quickly! Our son is dying! He suddenly jumped out of bed, convulsing, spitting out black blood, his eyes wide open, and we can't wake him up no matter what we do! The ambulance is stuck in traffic! Come back quickly! It will be too late if we wait any longer!"
"What?!" Wang Yuanhe's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his phone fell to the ground with a thud, shattering the screen.
Ignoring the excruciating pain, he scrambled to his car and nearly collapsed when he opened the door.
He started the car, floored the accelerator, and the engine roared to life. The car sped off like a madman, running three red lights and nearly colliding with a car coming from the side.
When he stumbled into the house, the living room was already a mess.
His son lay stiff on the cold floor, his skin a strange bluish-black, with black bloodstains still remaining in the corners of his mouth and nostrils. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
Several doctors in white coats stood by, shaking their heads helplessly.
"I'm sorry." The head doctor sighed, his tone heavy.
"When we arrived, the patient already showed no vital signs. We did our best."
"Impossible! Impossible!"
Wang Yuanhe rushed over and hugged his son's cold body. His son's skin was as cold as ice, his body was already stiff, and he would never call him "Dad" again.
He held his son tightly, pressed his face against his son's cold face, and wept uncontrollably.
"Son! My son! Wake up! Dad's back! Dad will definitely find a way to save you, why didn't you wait for me!"
His wife slumped to the ground beside him, her hair disheveled, crying her heart out until her voice was hoarse.
She raised her head, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Wang Yuanhe, her gaze filled with resentment and madness:
"Liu Qingxuan clearly said he could guarantee his son's safety for three months! Why did his son suddenly get into trouble?! Tell me! Who did you offend?!"
Wang Yuanhe trembled all over. Looking at his son's unseeing face, he finally realized everything.
It was Shen Yu! It was Shen Yu who withdrew Liu Qingxuan's negligible suppression, causing those wronged souls to erupt completely!
He's right, this is his retribution!
"It's retribution...it's retribution..." he muttered to himself, his eyes vacant, tears mingling with the blood from his forehead as they streamed down his face.
"It's my fault... I killed my son... Old Wang, College Student Li, Director Zhang... I'm so sorry... If you want revenge, come at me! Why are you looking for my son!"
Just as the couple were embracing each other and weeping, immersed in the grief of losing their son, there was a rapid and heavy knocking at the door.
Wang Yuanhe wiped the blood and tears from his face and opened the door, looking utterly dejected.
Four discipline inspection personnel in black uniforms stood at the entrance, their expressions serious, holding search warrants and arrest warrants stamped with bright red seals.
"Wang Yuanhe, we are from the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection and Supervision. We now have conclusive evidence that you are suspected of serious violations of discipline and law, embezzlement and bribery, abuse of power, and harboring criminals. We are now making an arrest on you in accordance with the law. Please cooperate with our work."
The cold handcuffs snapped onto Wang Yuanhe's wrists, the chill of the metal spreading from his skin to his heart.
He looked at his son's body on the ground, then at his wife who was crying on the ground, and finally at the luxurious house he had lived in for more than ten years. He finally broke down completely.
His legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, wailing loudly.
"I was wrong! I was so wrong! I shouldn't have been greedy for money! I shouldn't have hurt people! Please, please let me go! My son is dead! My wife can't live without me!"
But no one sympathized with him.