novelraw Chapter 698 - Capítulo 698: 682: Sins Must Be Paid For
Chapter 698 - Capítulo 698: 682: Sins Must Be Paid For
Capítulo 698: Chapter 682: Sins Must Be Paid For
Listening to Zhang Hua’s confession, Wen Jinshe and the others felt as if they were struck by Thunder Strike.
It’s all true.
Yet he pretended to be so gentle, so innocent, even portrayed his family’s disgust as if he were the victim, too terrifying.
Wen Jinshe’s vision darkened, his body swayed, feeling as if the sky had collapsed.
What does such a man think of in the quiet of the night? Does he contemplate how to kill me?
Wen Jinshe’s arms broke out in goosebumps, feeling a bit nauseous.
“Wife, father, please go and call that man back, save me, Rong’er and the others can’t be without a dad!” Zhang Hua finally crawled to their feet.
Wen Fulin’s face was ashen. Having such a father was indeed the lifelong disgrace of Rong’er and the others; it would be better if he died right now, one life for another, and be done with it.
As this voice sprang up from the depths of his heart, Wen Fulin was startled by his own ‘malice’, muttered a sin, and then forced a bitter smile.
He prided himself on having seen countless people and weathered a thousand sails, yet this individual before him, not only his proud protégé and a golden son-in-law, turned out to be nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Is this not a case of the hunter being blinded by the birds he hunts all day?
Wen Fulin turned to look at his daughter whose face was drained of color by the shock, heart pierced by pain, he had become senile and even brought disaster upon her life.
“Wife…” Zhang Hua reached out to grab the hem of Wen Jinshe’s skirt.
Wen Jinshe looked down; that once elegant and bookishly charming smile now seemed horrendously grotesque.
The sight of his blood-soaked back, as if something underneath the inner clothes was nibbling away, made her hair stand on end. She screamed, pulled her skirt back forcefully, and ran out.
Swoosh.
She stood under the tree, vomiting non-stop, finally slumping weakly at the base of the tree trunk.
Wen Fulin called out “Jinshe”, then turned back to glare at Zhang Hua and said, “You really are… It’s not us you should be confessing to, but at the grave of your legitimate brother, and to your legitimate mother. He considered you a brother and was willing to take the knife for you, yet you murdered him in return. You are not just ungrateful; you are heartless and nefarious!”
“Father, I was wrong, for the sake of Rong’er and his brothers, please help me, it hurts so much.” Zhang Hua, tears and snot mixing together, where now was the scholarly appearance he used to pride himself on?
Wen Fulin glared at him fiercely: “Just wait there.”
He walked out, not knowing whether Yan Qishan and the others had gone far, and now he, an old man, must humble himself to beg those people to return.
Such a sin.
“Dad, are you going to ask the Junior Temple Master to help him?” Wen Jinshe said, devoid of any grace, sitting at the base of the tree, utterly disheartened.
Wen Fulin sighed: “Otherwise, what can we do?”
“He killed his legitimate brother, and under the circumstances where his brother took a knife for him,” tears fell like a breached dam from Wen Jinshe’s eyes.
How does one who possesses a wolf’s heart and a dog’s lungs, thinking him to be a good husband, even deserve to live!
“We have to deal with the present situation no matter what, otherwise what about Rong’er and the others?” Wen Fulin said, considering his grandsons, adding: “As for what to do after this incident, we’ll discuss it then.”
Wen Jinshe listened to the hollow wails inside, her face ashen.
How can things ever go back to how they were?
…
Yan Qishan stammered to Qin Liuxi, “Wen Fulin is just some old pedant, the type who’s so stuck in the past he’s practically carved ‘do not discuss strange forces and gods’ into his very marrow. That’s just his temperament. Don’t stoop to his level, the stubborn old fool. It’s not worth it.”
Qin Liuxi glanced sideways at him and said, “Would your old friend know what you’re saying behind his back, I wonder how he would feel about it?”
“I’m not slandering him, I’m stating facts. We’ve all seen it with our own eyes. Yet he still insists it’s just a nasty illness? Pah, since when do diseases produce a human face? Even a fool knows that’s not realistic. He’s just stubbornly trying to save face,” Yan Qishan sighed. “Forget it, good advice is lost on the doomed. Let’s go; that old man isn’t worth saving.”
“No rush, I specialize in dealing with stubborn cases. Let’s wait a bit longer.”
Yan Qishan: “?”
Soon, he heard the sound of rushing footsteps and turned to see a servant running towards them quickly, his eyes brightening upon seeing them.
“Old sir, please wait.”
Yan Qishan half-squinted his eyes.
Shortly after, they saw Wen Fulin appear within sight, and Yan Qishan couldn’t help but huff.
As soon as Wen Fulin saw them standing at the gate, he breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward, and without waiting for Yan Qishan to speak, he pushed past him and said to Qin Liuxi, “Junior Temple Master, I, an old man, was blind to your greatness. I beg you not to take offense at my ignorance, please forgive me.”
Yan Qishan staggered from the push, nearly failing to keep his balance, only to be steadied by the servant. Upon hearing the words, he said bitterly, “Oh, looks like Mr. Wen is possessed by a ghost, to actually apologize to the Junior Temple Master.”
Wen Fulin glared at him and said, “Could you keep it down a bit? How about I give you that jar of prized aged Pu’er tea as compensation?”
Qin Liuxi didn’t put on airs and simply stated, “He confessed.”
Wen Fulin sighed, his voice filled with weariness and embarrassment: “A family disgrace.”
Yan Qishan still wanted to make a cutting remark, but seeing his old friend seemed to have aged a decade in just a short time, he held back.
Forget it, I’ll take all his good stuff later, he’s asking for it with his loose lips.
Wen Fulin brought Qin Liuxi back to the Wen Residence and told her about what Zhang Hua had confessed. Qin Liuxi was not surprised, but Yan Qishan was shocked.
“How can there be such cold-blooded and ungrateful children in this world? How old was he at that time? Only six or seven, right? To be so heartless!”
Wen Fulin pursed his lips, indeed.
A child of six or seven, capable of killing his own protective older brother out of jealousy, was he not afraid of ghosts knocking on his door at night?
The scariest thing is, at such a young age, to have done such a deed, one would usually feel guilty, be afraid, yet he managed to hide his true emotions, not letting anyone notice anything amiss, and grew up safely, even becoming well-learned.
Zhang Hua, with his strong heart, capable of endurance and disguise, if not for his sudden crisis like this, would this secret ever come to light, or would he carry it with him to the grave?
Wen Fulin felt heavier at the thought.
Such a man is a trouble that cannot be allowed to remain in the Wen Family. Otherwise, the reputation of our Wen Family as a scholarly clan would be destroyed in an instant. Then, what face would he and Wen Jinshe have to educate others?
Wen Fulin’s back appeared slightly more crooked.
Seeing his old friend not speaking, Yan Qishan spoke gravely, “Mr. Wen, indecisiveness only breeds chaos. You need to think this through clearly. If not for Miss Jin, then at least for your two grandsons.”
Wen Fulin paused in his steps, his throat moving.
He turned to look at Qin Liuxi again, but the words ‘no cure’ lingered on his lips, unsaid.
Qin Liuxi said, “I’m here for the child.”
She was stepping back into this mansion not to save Wen Fulin, but for Zhang Zhe, whose wronged soul would not rest.
As for the fate of Wen Fulin, even if it meant death, the truth must first be made clear. This was the consequence of his own actions; it was a debt he had to repay.