After Rebirth, I Married the Great Demon King-Chapter 372: The Truth

Yun Shifei made a soft sound: "Dad, don’t worry, it’s nothing."

"But I’ve heard he almost beat Zhao Haishuang to death."

Yun Tiancheng knew Zhao Haishuang deserved it, but still, if it were him, he would never have thought of using such a cold-blooded method to beat someone to death.

He could kill Zhao Haishuang today, and if Shi Fei angered him tomorrow, wouldn’t he also beat Shi Fei to death?

Yun Shifei lowered her gaze. She understood that Yun Tiancheng’s concern wasn’t entirely unwarranted.

Yet, she still replied, "Dad, rest assured, he won’t do that to me."

She believed Cheng Lie wasn’t that kind of person, and besides, she wouldn’t provoke Cheng Lie the way Zhao Haishuang did.

However, she hadn’t yet realized that the events of the past had become an impassable obstacle for Cheng Lie.

Late at night, Cheng Lie lay on the hospital bed, listening to the news Zhao Pan was delivering.

Zhao Pan entered holding a thick file folder.

He placed the folder in front of Cheng Lie and said, "Mr. Cheng, our people looked into your past life’s trajectory. These are some of the findings."

He even investigated all the friends and relatives of Zhao Haishuang and Cheng Guomin thoroughly.

Knowing Cheng Lie was impatient, he made sure to get everything done as quickly as possible that day.

Recalling the results he’d seen, he couldn’t help but sigh.

Cheng Guomin truly was a villain of historic proportions.

Cheng Lie looked at the materials, which even included photos of himself from when he was very small. If Zhao Pan hadn’t told him the child in the picture was him, he wouldn’t have recognized it.

The black-and-white photo showed a man and a woman holding him in the middle.

The man made Cheng Lie narrow his eyes. If you said he didn’t resemble Cheng Guomin, that wasn’t entirely true; their brows and eyes had some similarity.

Even if someone told him this was Cheng Guomin in his youth, he wouldn’t completely disbelieve it.

Seeing Cheng Lie staring at the photo, Zhao Pan said, "This is your biological father."

The palm-sized photo instantly became as heavy as a thousand pounds.

After a pause, Zhao Pan hesitated for a long time before saying, "He is Cheng Guomin’s younger brother."

Cheng Guomin had a younger brother—something Cheng Lie was completely unaware of. He didn’t even know which relatives Cheng Guomin had.

He couldn’t care less.

From childhood to adulthood, everyone told him he was Cheng Guomin’s illegitimate son, and that he shouldn’t exist in this world.

For a long time, he fell into self-loathing, believing he wasn’t worthy of living—that his existence was sinful, doomed from birth to be nailed onto a pillar of shame.

But later, as he grew older, he gradually developed an unyielding will to survive.

No matter how the Cheng Family treated him, he gritted his teeth and endured it. Hidden inside him was a seething hatred, and when he thought of the day he could ruthlessly avenge himself, he felt that today’s humiliations were insignificant.

Still, he didn’t care in the slightest about who Cheng Guomin’s relatives were, nor Zhao Haishuang’s.

Except for those he had some contact with, he barely knew anything about the others.

Thinking back to the past now, he remembered being very young and seeing Cheng Guomin come to find his mother. The two of them would argue every time, but unfortunately, back then, he couldn’t hear what they fought about, nor did he know what their true relationship was.

He had assumed it was just as everyone said. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Thus, over the past decade or so, he briefly harbored resentment toward his mother.

Why did she bring him into this world?

But now, he realized that everything wasn’t as he had imagined.

His expression was cold, yet his face was pallid as paper. Only his eyes bore a faint redness.

Like blood, the sight was chilling.

All these years of suffering, coming so close to death, and his mother dying right in front of him...

One painful fragment of the past after another assaulted him, leaving Cheng Lie in unbearable agony. Even for someone as composed as he was, he couldn’t fully suppress those emotions now.

Zhao Pan could also sense the seething hostility emanating from Cheng Lie, like that of King Yan from hell, ready to take lives in the next moment.

It was terrifying.

But honestly, it made sense. Anyone who uncovered such shocking truths and remembered years of deceit would probably want to grab a knife and go on a rampage.

However, the man in front of him seemed to repress his hostility quickly. After a while, Zhao Pan heard Cheng Lie ask, "Is he dead?"

He was, of course, asking about his biological father.

Zhao Pan snapped out of his thoughts and nodded.

Once upon a time, Cheng Lie’s family was fairly well-off, and his father Cheng Guozhong was involved in business.

But when Cheng Lie was only about a year old, his father went to a remote rural area for business and then disappeared.

Many people searched for him but couldn’t find him.

All these years, for a person to vanish so completely, wasn’t death the most plausible explanation?

Cheng Lie’s face returned to the calm indifference it usually showed.

After a while, he stated, "Cheng Guomin is suspicious."

His suspicion was certainly the highest.

Zhao Pan nodded in agreement with Cheng Lie’s assessment.

Cheng Lie lowered his gaze and looked at the photograph—a couple smiling warmly at the camera, unaware that they would face such a tragic fate just a few years later.

It was like a movie, where the laughter fades, leaving behind limitless sorrow.

The next day, Yun Shifei visited Cheng Lie. She heard from the doctors that Cheng Lie’s condition had stabilized, but he still needed to remain hospitalized for observation for a few days.

When she arrived, she saw Cheng Lie staring out the window, deep in thought.

Light spilled onto his face, creating a soft radiance.

He seemed gentle, almost angelic.

"Cheng Lie, does your hand hurt?" Yun Shifei asked.

Cheng Lie turned to look at Yun Shifei, then shook his head.

He gazed at the girl before him. She was wearing a floral dress today, a manifestation of the vitality of summer that blossomed fully on her.

She was so pure, so lovely, that she’d already etched herself into his heart over the past few years, and now even deeper.

Cheng Lie said, "Feifei, come here."

Upon hearing his words, Yun Shifei walked to him.

As soon as she reached Cheng Lie’s side, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.

The man buried his face against the crook of her neck, greedily inhaling the scent of her skin.

Having barely slept through the night, every time he closed his eyes, all he could see were those dark, violent images. Now that she was by his side, his heart finally began to calm down.

In this world, she was his last sanctuary.

He wanted nothing more than to merge her entirely into his being, so they’d never be separated again.

Yun Shifei felt Cheng Lie’s hands tightening around her to the point of discomfort.

But she endured it.

She could sense that Cheng Lie seemed particularly vulnerable at that moment, desperate for comfort.

That was why he was so quick to embrace her.

She couldn’t do anything except be there for him. If her presence could lessen his sorrow even a little, that would be the greatest help she could give him.

After a long while, Cheng Lie finally loosened his grip. Seeing the red marks he’d left on her arm, stark against her fair skin, a hint of guilt flashed in his eyes.

"Sorry."