Chapter 105 Why did you come to my house to spread rumors and mislead the public?
Lin Cheng, who had been standing behind Shen Yuepo, suppressing his grief, finally snapped when he heard his adoptive mother say, "Cheng'er is our son."
The pent-up grievances, confusion, anger, and unending filial piety finally erupted.
"mom!"
A painful cry suddenly burst from Lin Cheng's mouth.
The shout made Madam Lin freeze.
She followed the sound and stared incredulously at the young man who had shouted.
The contours of his eyebrows and eyes, his gaze, his voice…
An absurd thought uncontrollably surged into my mind.
"You...you..."
Madam Lin's lips trembled, and her finger pointed at Lin Cheng with a shaking gait. She couldn't utter a single word; only tears streamed down her face.
The immense impact made her vision blur and she almost fainted.
The housekeeper, who was in the corner, also had a drastic change in expression the moment he saw Lin Cheng crying and calling out "Mom".
His eyes were filled with horror as he watched as everyone's attention was focused on Lin Cheng and Madam Lin.
He turned around abruptly, wanting to call and report the news immediately.
Where do you want to go?
A sinister female voice suddenly rang in my ears.
The butler froze, slowly turning his head to meet Li Yao's pale, smiling face.
She tilted her head, "Don't move around!"
As she spoke, she suddenly reached out and gouged out her right eyeball. Under the butler's horrified gaze, she rolled the eyeball in her palm like a marble before stuffing it back into the empty eye socket.
"Look, isn't this fun?" Li Yao grinned, her smile stretching all the way to her ears. "Want to try it too?"
"ah!"
The butler let out a heart-wrenching scream, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward.
His head slammed heavily against the ground with a dull thud.
Li Yao squatted down and poked the butler's twitching face with her finger: "You fainted already?"
She stared thoughtfully at the housekeeper, thinking that she would scare Zhang Qiang's family in the same way the next day.
On the other side, Madam Lin's voice was broken and fragmented. She looked at Lin Cheng with disbelief, "You, you are... Cheng'er?"
Lin Cheng nodded vigorously, his voice choked with emotion: "Mom! It's my fault for being unfilial; I can't take care of you in your old age and see you off in your final days..."
He was so overcome with grief that he could barely speak.
He could no longer control himself, rushed forward, and tightly embraced the stunned Madam Lin.
Mrs. Lin was awakened by the cold embrace. Her body stiffened at first, and then she burst into heart-wrenching sobs.
She hugged her son tightly from behind, her tears soaking Lin Cheng's shoulders, her voice filled with heartbreaking grief: "My Cheng'er!"
Lin Cheng tearfully told Madam Lin everything that had happened after his death. The mother and son embraced and wept bitterly, and immense grief filled the entire living room.
Shen Yuepo stood quietly to the side, her gaze falling on Lin Cheng's body, which was constantly wet with tears and had become somewhat wrinkled.
"Lin Cheng," Shen Yuepo had to speak up to remind him, "control your emotions, your body can't take it. If you cry again, there won't be any more yellow paper to solidify your body."
This reminder was like a bucket of cold water, instantly waking Lin Cheng and his wife from their grief.
Madam Lin suddenly looked up at Shen Yuepo:
"Master Shen! You...you are all-powerful, can you...can you bring Cheng'er back to life? I beg you! I'm willing to pay any price! Please save my son!"
She almost knelt down, pleading desperately.
But as soon as she said it, looking into Shen Yuepo's calm eyes, Madam Lin understood instantly.
She asked such a stupid question.
The dead cannot be brought back to life; this is an ironclad rule.
Overwhelmed by immense despair, she collapsed to the ground, clutching Lin Cheng's cold body, and wept silently.
Lin Cheng felt a pang of heartache as he looked at his adoptive mother's despairing expression.
He forced back his tears, managing a smile that looked even worse than a grimace, and comforted her:
"Mom, please don't be like this. I'm already so grateful to be able to see you again, to speak to you in person, and to uncover the truth. Really!"
Just then—
"Bang!"
The villa's main gate was suddenly pushed open from the outside, making a loud noise.
Lin Xun and his son Lin Rui strode in with grim faces.
Behind them followed an elderly Taoist priest, dressed in a gray robe, holding a whisk, with a goatee, and sharp eyes, who appeared to be in his fifties.
As soon as the three entered the room, their eyes were immediately locked on Madam Lin, who was embracing and crying in the center of the living room, a strange young man, and Shen Yuepo standing to the side with the pale-faced woman behind her.
The air seemed to freeze instantly.
Lin Rui's gaze was fixed on Shen Yuepo's face, his voice filled with coldness:
"Master Shen, why did you come to my house to spread your heretical rumors?!"
His gaze swept over the unfamiliar young man who was glaring at him with hatred, and his brows furrowed deeply.
I felt that this person looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place where I had seen him before.
Before Shen Yuepo could speak, Lin Cheng suddenly broke free from Madam Lin's embrace.
He stood up, his movements somewhat stiff due to the limitations of the paper figure's body, but his eyes, burning with anger, were fixed on Lin Rui.
"Lin Rui!"
Lin Cheng's voice was filled with hatred, "You ask why?! I'd like to ask you, why did you kill me? What did I ever do to wrong you?!"
Lin Rui was startled by the sudden question, a fleeting hint of panic crossing his face, but it was quickly replaced by a sinister look:
"What nonsense are you spouting?! Where did this madman come from! How dare he slander me here?! Dad! Look..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Cheng's gaze had already turned to Lin Xun, whose face was pale.
Lin Xun knew who Lin Cheng was the moment he opened his mouth to question him.
"dad!"
This cry was full of accusation: "Why? Tell me why! Why are you helping him! I'm the son you've raised for over twenty years! I'm not a pawn in your hands! Not trash you can just throw away!"
Lin Xun trembled as he was stung by Lin Cheng's gaze. His lips moved a few times, but he couldn't utter a single word.
He dared not look into Lin Cheng's pained eyes, nor could he bear to look into his wife's desperate and unfamiliar gaze.
At this moment, Madam Lin was like a powder keg that had been lit.
She suddenly scrambled to her feet and pounced on Lin Xun like a lioness protecting her cubs.
"Lin Xun!"
She cried out, pounding her fists on Lin Xun's chest, her fingernails scratching marks on his expensive suit.
"Cheng'er is the son we've raised for over twenty years! Why are you treating him like this?! Why?"
Lin Xun was forced to retreat repeatedly by Madam Lin's frantic beatings, his face filled with pain and embarrassment.
He suddenly grabbed Madam Lin's wildly flailing hands, forcefully restraining her, and growled hoarsely:
"Enough, Shuyi! Calm down!"
He took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and spoke to the distraught Madam Lin:
"I can't help it, Shuyi! I can't help it!"
His voice trembled slightly:
“Rui’er is our only bloodline, the true heir of the Lin family! He can’t be harmed! He can’t go to jail! For the sake of the Lin family bloodline, I have no choice but to help him cover up the truth!”
"Cheng'er... I'm sorry for him, but... but isn't he alive and well now?"
He pointed at Lin Cheng's body, mistakenly believing that Lin Cheng had possessed someone else's body after death.
Upon hearing his absurd words, Madam Lin was struck dumb, her body swayed, and she almost fainted.
She looked at Lin Xun, the last glimmer of light in her eyes completely extinguished, leaving only endless coldness and unfamiliarity.
Lin Cheng's soul trembled violently inside the paper doll's body.
It turns out that in his adoptive father's eyes, his life was ultimately no match for that so-called "blood ties"!
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