After Rebirth, I Married the Great Demon King-Chapter 377: You’re Still Alive Huh

Looking at Yun Shifei’s round, puffed-up eyes, Mu Chengzhu finally felt some of the anger in his heart dissipate.

In truth, he shouldn’t have lost his temper at Yun Shifei, but in that moment, he simply couldn’t hold it in.

She treated Cheng Lie so well, just like she used to treat him.

The thought that the kindness she showed Cheng Lie should have originally belonged to him, now stolen away by Cheng Lie, made Mu Chengzhu furious.

Even if he didn’t care for her, she shouldn’t have fallen for someone else.

In the hospital.

Cheng Lie quietly arrived at a particular hospital room.

He stood at the entrance for a moment, then pushed the door open and walked in.

A couple of days ago, Zhao Haishuang had been rescued and transferred out of the intensive care unit.

At this moment, she was lying in a regular hospital room.

However, her face was utterly destroyed, buried beneath layer after layer of bandages, making her look like a mummy.

Her face had been completely ruined.

Zhao Haishuang thought that she had lost the very last bit of dignity she had in this world.

But the thought that Cheng Lie hadn’t ended up in prison as she had imagined filled Zhao Haishuang with a sense of unwillingness.

How could he beat her to such a state and yet not go to prison? Zhao Haishuang found it absolutely absurd.

If even being beaten like this couldn’t send Cheng Lie to prison, didn’t that mean she had suffered in vain?

The thought of her mangled, shattered face broke Zhao Haishuang’s heart further.

The current her couldn’t even perform the simplest action of opening her mouth; what meaning was left in living in this world?

After a while, she heard footsteps near the doorway. After some time, someone walked in.

Thinking it might be a doctor, Zhao Haishuang was about to lose her patience and lash out, but when she saw who had entered, her pupils narrowed, her expression turning ghost-like.

The night was dark, the room unlit, with only a patch of moonlight streaming in from outside—its cold, pale hue making the atmosphere even more sinister.

The white of the moonlight mingled with the darkness of the night, falling across the figure of the man in a blend of angelic purity and demonic malevolence.

From the features of his face, he truly did look as beautiful as an angel, yet the dark, violent aura emanating from him was unmistakably that of a devil.

"Zhao Haishuang, you’re still alive, huh." The man spoke.

At that moment, Zhao Haishuang felt as if Death itself had arrived before her. She wanted to scream for help, but when she opened her mouth, the pain was searing, tearing through her like a blade, leaving her incapable of uttering a single sound.

She trembled all over, consumed by fear that the man before her might kill her.

She knew that if he wanted to, he would undoubtedly do it!

Just as he had dealt with Cheng Huai, just as he had dealt with Cheng Guomin, now it was her turn.

"If I were you, after my son’s death and my husband being sent to prison, I wouldn’t have been able to go on living. Not like this—neither human nor ghost—dragging out a miserable existence with such an ugly face for the rest of my days." Cheng Lie spoke slowly, his voice seemingly gentle, yet every single word was like a dagger slicing into Zhao Haishuang’s chest.

Zhao Haishuang trembled even more violently, shaking the bed along with her.

She tried to pull the blanket over herself to hide and shut out Cheng Lie’s words.

But in her current state, she was utterly powerless, like a useless cripple, unable to perform even the simple act of tugging at the blanket.

Meanwhile, Cheng Lie’s words kept echoing endlessly in Zhao Haishuang’s mind, each repetition eroding her sanity further.

And Cheng Lie wasn’t done twisting the knife: "I’ll uncover the truth about my mother’s death. Do you miss Cheng Guomin? I can arrange for you to join him."

Zhao Haishuang let out stifled sobbing noises, as though she had truly been scared to the point of breakdown, as though she had truly reached utter despair.

But Cheng Lie believed it wasn’t enough—no, not nearly enough.

He remembered all too clearly how they had treated his mother, how they had treated him.

At first, he had thought he was an illegitimate child, a realization that had made him give up on himself. That sense of self-abandonment had even prevented him from pursuing his revenge to its fullest extent, leaving room for them to receive nothing more than the consequences of their sins.

But now, he understood it wasn’t just his mother who had been harmed at their hands—even his father might have been killed by them.

The sheer complexity of these revelations surged in his heart, leaving Cheng Lie consumed by rage.

If it were possible, he would have wanted their lives as payment for their crimes.

But he couldn’t bring himself to commit such acts.

And that’s why he had come to visit Zhao Haishuang after she woke up in the hospital.

To utterly destroy her spirit, leaving her either insane or... Cheng Lie’s lips curled into a smirk as he saw the trembling, near-delirious Zhao Haishuang on the bed. He turned and left.

Two days later, Cheng Lie received the news that Zhao Haishuang had jumped from the hospital rooftop and died instantly.

He lowered his gaze, as though hearing news about an entirely irrelevant person.

But did Zhao Haishuang truly think her death would bring everything to an end?

Those who had humiliated and wronged him in the past—he wouldn’t let a single one of them escape.

Beside him, Zhao Pan spoke about the incident to Cheng Lie, sensing the dark, overwhelming aura emanating from him, like tendrils of shadow ready to engulf and suffocate.

Zhao Pan felt himself breaking out in goosebumps.

What a twisted mess this all was.

Ever since Mr. Cheng had uncovered the truth, Zhao Pan felt as though Cheng Lie had slowly morphed into an entirely different person.

Though he used to be cunning and calculative, he never let hatred take hold of him for too long.

But now, he was completely different.

Mr. Cheng had truly changed.

Still, Zhao Pan couldn’t help but understand his feelings. If he were in Cheng Lie’s shoes, he might have gone mad long ago.

Zhao Pan’s thoughts wandered to Qin Chi Jin. In recent days, the Fourth Master had learned of Cheng Lie’s situation and took the time to visit South City, checking in on him.

Being a sly old fox, the Fourth Master naturally noticed Cheng Lie’s change and asked him about it. Zhao Pan had explained everything without omitting a single detail.

Qin Chi Jin looked visibly disapproving.

"If he keeps this up, it’ll only end up hurting him in the end."

"I think Mr. Cheng’s reaction is quite justified," Zhao Pan couldn’t resist retorting.

Qin Chi Jin cast another glance at Zhao Pan. "You seem to be getting more and more devoted to him."

Zhao Pan couldn’t find the words to respond, but he thought to himself, You handed me over to Mr. Cheng, so he’s my boss now, isn’t he?

Qin Chi Jin merely told Cheng Lie to return to Beijing as soon as he could if there was nothing urgent. Cheng Lie gave Qin Chi Jin a glance, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Qin Chi Jin sighed, knowing that once Cheng Lie had made up his mind, he wouldn’t stop until he had achieved his goal.

It would take some time, he supposed.

A few days later, Cheng Lie was discharged from the hospital.

Yun Shifei came to pick him up and took him to a hotel.

The luxurious five-star hotel—arguably the best in South City.

After placing his belongings in the room, Cheng Lie suddenly spoke to Yun Shifei: "Feifei, do you want to visit the place where I grew up?"

Without a moment’s hesitation, Yun Shifei agreed: "Sure!"

She seemed genuinely curious, having never known anything about the environment in which the man in front of her had spent his childhood.