Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 1156 - 1152: The Wisdom of Elders

Han Qiaoqi left Zhou Zifu’s apartment directly.

Scaring someone to death inside the house isn’t very friendly to the owner, and if he gets scared to death all at once, wouldn’t it be too easy for him?

Only by keeping him in perpetual fear would be the best punishment for him.

She now needed to go home, go back to see her parents.

Han Qiaoqi transformed into a wisp of Yin Wind, silently floating back to the Han Family.

The living room was lit with a warm yellow light, her parents sat on the sofa, with unfinished tea on the coffee table in front of them, the atmosphere carrying a sense of heaviness.

"...Youming, this kid, is becoming increasingly strange lately."

Yang Qingfang’s voice was filled with heartache, she sighed lightly, "Just suddenly ran over saying he saw Qiao Xi, his Spirit might really have issues, ah..."

Han Changfa frowned, the cigarette between his fingertips was halfway burnt, ashes falling onto the coffee table: "I think he’s overly missing her, lost in a daze, Qiao Xi has been gone for so long, yet he still can’t move on..."

"That’s true, but watching him like that, I feel bad too."

Yang Qingfang wiped her eyes, "He’s been lounging around the orchard every day lately, he’s gotten so thin and unrecognizable, with a scraggly beard, he looks nothing like before. I would say, it’s all because of that kid Zhou Zifu..."

"Alright."

Han Changfa interrupted her, his gaze deepened, "Without evidence, don’t speak carelessly." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Hide at the entranceway, warmth surged in Han Qiaoqi’s heart, yet it was a bit bitter.

She hadn’t expected Chen Youming to tell her parents about seeing her, nor had she expected her parents to be so concerned for him.

Their words of worry towards Zhou Zifu also stirred something inside her.

She took a deep breath, her form gradually became tangible.

This time she wasn’t afraid to startle her parents, because she understood one truth: those who love you yearn to see you, how could they fear you?

Standing at the living room door, her voice carried a hint of choking, she softly called, "Dad, Mom."

The two sitting on the sofa suddenly froze, as if someone had pressed the pause button for them.

The teacup in Yang Qingfang’s hand almost fell to the ground, Han Changfa’s cigarette holding hand paused in mid-air, both slowly turned their heads, their gazes landed on the figure at the door.

Time seemed to stand still.

Yang Qingfang’s eyes gradually widened, her lips trembled, unable to believe her eyes.

She instinctively tugged on Han Changfa’s arm, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "Old Han...look...that’s..."

Han Changfa’s pupils contracted sharply, cigarette ashes scattered onto the ground.

He stared fixedly at Han Qiaoqi at the door, his Adam’s apple moved a few times, taking a while to squeeze out a few words: "Qiao...Qiao Xi?"

"It’s me, Mom and Dad."

Han Qiaoqi looked at her parents’ aged faces, unable to hold back her tears, letting them slide down her cheeks, "I’ve come back."

"My daughter."

Yang Qingfang screamed, suddenly leaping up from the sofa, without regard for her appearance, rushing towards Han Qiaoqi, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Her embrace remained as warm as ever, carrying a familiar scent, Han Qiaoqi could clearly feel her mother’s trembling body and the scorching tears falling on her back.

"You’ve really come back, you’re not a ghost, you’re my Qiao Xi~"

Yang Qingfang held her tight, as though afraid she’d disappear if she loosened her grip.

Han Changfa also hurriedly walked over, standing beside them, with reddened eyes, lifted his hand to touch her, yet afraid of startling her, in the end only gently patted his wife’s back, his voice hoarse: "It’s good to be back...it’s good to be back..."

Han Qiaoqi leaned in her mother’s embrace, nodding while sobbing: "Mom, I’m back, I’m sorry to have worried you."

The family of three embraced and cried, the heaviness in the living room was replaced by sobs, but carried the warmth of a reunion.

After crying for quite a while, Yang Qingfang finally calmed down, she cupped Han Qiaoqi’s face, scrutinizing in detail, her fingertips brushed over her brows and eyes, choked up saying: "During this time, have you been well over there? Have you been wronged?"

"I’m fine, Mom." Han Qiaoqi dried her tears, revealing a faint smile, "Just missed you all, missed this home."

Han Changfa led them to sit on the sofa, poured Han Qiaoqi a cup of warm water, even though he knew in her current state it might be useless, he still habitually did it.

He looked at his daughter, his gaze complex: "You...now are..."

"I am a ghost."

Han Qiaoqi nodded calmly, "After the car accident, I became this way, I came back this time wanting to see you, and also...to tell you something."

Her expression turned serious, her gaze fell on her parents’ faces: "Dad, Mom, Zhou Zifu is not a good person, my death is related to him."

Yang Qingfang and Han Changfa exchanged a glance, their faces showing little surprise instead seemed to confirm something, their expressions turned somber.

Han Qiaoqi was taken aback, a bit surprised: "Dad, Mom, you..."

"Qiao Xi, we’ve actually suspected him for a long time."

Han Changfa sighed, pinched out the cigarette butt with his fingers, "After the incident, he acted too ’perfectly’, cared for us, went all-out in managing the orchard’s affairs, even more diligently than when you were here, but the more he did this, the more off it seemed."

Yang Qingfang carried on, with a knowing look in her eyes: "We’ve started from the market, struggled for so many years, what kind of people haven’t we met?"

"That kid Zhou Zifu, his eyes hold too much, appears honest and straightforward, but actually he’s ambitious and too eager to succeed, back then when you insisted on being with him, we opposed it, not just because of his poor family background, but more because we felt his mind was not right."

"It was just that at that time you were infatuated with him, and wouldn’t listen to reason."

Han Changfa added, "After the incident, he claimed you were emotionally upset due to a quarrel, drove by yourself, and accidentally went off the road, even said that during the crash he tried his best to protect you."

"But later when I went to the traffic department to check, the traces at the site didn’t match his words, the angle at which the car crashed through the guardrail was too strange, not like a mere operational mistake."

"And his attitude towards the orchard."

Yang Qingfang frowned, "After you left, he began inserting himself into the orchard’s management intentionally or unintentionally."

Han Qiaoqi listened, stunned, she hadn’t anticipated that her parents had long suspected Zhou Zifu.

Always thinking her parents were deceived by Zhou Zifu’s guise, not realizing they were simply constrained by the lack of evidence, having never pierced through the facade.

"Then why didn’t you expose him earlier?" Han Qiaoqi asked puzzled.

"There’s no evidence."

Han Changfa shook his head, "He did everything too meticulously, on the surface leaving no gaps, everyone thinks he’s a good kid who values relationships deeply; if without solid evidence we exposed him, it would only alert him, then you would really have died in vain."

Han Qiaoqi’s tears fell again, this time being tears of being moved.

She embraced her mother, choking up: "Mom, I’m sorry for worrying you for so long, it’s all my fault for not heeding your advice back then, leading to this fate."

"Silly child, it’s not your fault."

Yang Qingfang patted her back, "But...just that the price paid was too high."

Yang Qingfang’s voice was choking, feeling a heart-wrenching pain.

Yet amid the sorrow, they also felt genuine curiosity over how Han Qiaoqi had come back.

At their age, many elders have passed away.

Even some peer friends and relatives have passed away, but have never seen, never heard of anyone returning after they’ve died.