Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby Chapter 1192 Bonus : Song Wenchuan

Previously on Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby...

Zhong Li's arrival at the church casts a shadow over the confounding chaos surrounding Song Yaoyao and her brother, Song Lanchuan, who has unexpectedly returned to her life. As Zhongli Xue suffers from the repercussions of her betrayal, the revelation of her true allegiance leaves her helpless and alone, an abrupt turn that shatters family ties. Meanwhile, Song Yaoyao navigates the complexities of her relationships as Huo Yunque and Zhong Li vie for her attention, leading to unexpected camaraderie between the rivals. Tensions explode as old grudges surface, leaving everyone to grapple with the aftermath of intertwined destinies.

[WARNING: This chapter contains graphic/violent content.]

Song Wenchuan anticipated a wave of profound grief upon learning of Zhou Manli's passing, yet he felt only a strange sense of relief. He mused that perhaps the coldness inherent in the blood of Zhou Manli and Song Rui truly flowed through his own veins.

The day before Song Rui was scheduled for release, Zhou Manli died. Half a decade behind bars had aged the formerly powerful CEO significantly. Clad in the same garments he wore during his incarceration, he clutched a small bag, his steps unsteady as he emerged from the heavy iron gates.

At the exit, the prison guard offered the standard parting words to every departing inmate: "Don't come back. From now on, be a good person."

Be a good person...

Song Wenchuan was still silently contemplating the weight of those four words when warm blood erupted across his body.

In the blink of an eye, a massive truck veered out of control and barreled forward. Song Rui, unable to react in time, was instantly crushed into a mangled heap of flesh beneath the vehicle.

The guards froze in shock, while the other prisoners waiting behind the gates felt a surge of lingering terror. They had missed death by only a few steps.

Their eyes briefly flickered toward the remains under the truck's tires before they looked away in horror, cursed by the sight of such terrible luck.

Then, their attention shifted to the young man standing nearby, his clothes stained with gore.

Pity filled their hearts. Was this the son who had come to welcome him home? To wait all those years for his father's freedom only to witness this—how broken must he be?

Song Wenchuan stood paralyzed.

He suspected the heavens were playing a cruel joke on him. Within forty-eight hours, both his parents had been snatched away one after the other.

His limbs turned icy. Only when the police and forensic experts swarmed the scene did he finally snap back to reality. Trembling, he collapsed onto the pavement, staring blankly as the truck was moved. The forensic team was already gathering the scattered remains.

But no matter their effort, he could never be made whole again.

Song Wenchuan’s lips tightened. His world spun into darkness, and he lost consciousness.

When he finally came to, he found Song Yaoyao sitting by his bedside. Beside her was Song Weiwei, who was peeling an apple, her eyes reddening the moment she saw him wake.

"Brother, you scared me to death!"

Song Yaoyao reached out, intending to check if he had a fever.

Clap!

Song Wenchuan suddenly lunged forward, gripping her hand with desperate force. His parched lips bled, and his eyes were a map of broken red vessels. "Did you do it?"

He watched as Song Yaoyao’s face instantly clouded over, a trace of cold mockery flickering in her gaze.

"Is that truly what you think?"

"I—"

Reality crashed down on Song Wenchuan. He realized his mistake immediately. He tried to speak, but a sob choked his throat. "I-I'm sorry... it's just that I have no..." He no longer had parents.

Regardless of how heartless or flawed they were, they had never been cruel to him.

Song Yaoyao’s expression did not soften at his distress. She watched him with a detached calm and said coolly, "From start to finish, I never cared enough about them to bother. Instead of imagining a murder, why don't you consider another possibility? What if... this was simply retribution?"

Retribution...

Song Wenchuan sank back into the pillows, looking utterly defeated. In that moment, he appeared as fragile as porcelain, ready to crumble at the slightest graze.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"I don't blame you."

Seeing his state, Song Yaoyao exhaled a heavy breath and spoke with gravity. "This is the final chance I will give you. If you ever doubt me again, I will never forgive you."

Song Wenchuan looked into her eyes, seeing the absolute sincerity there.

"I understand what they represented to you. They might have been villains to the rest of the world, but they treated you well. It's natural to feel grief for them; there's no shame in it, and I won't despise you for it." Song Yaoyao looked at him steadily. With a faint smile, she added, "But do not expect me to mourn them."

She adjusted his blanket. "Rest well. I'm leaving now."

Song Wenchuan watched her walk away. As the door opened and closed, he caught a glimpse of the man waiting silently in the hallway, someone who cherished Song Yaoyao as his greatest treasure.

Her period of suffering had finally reached its end.

Song Wenchuan closed his eyes and let out a small, bitter smile. A single tear escaped, vanishing into the fabric of the pillow without leaving a mark.

That night, Song Wenchuan was haunted by a terrifying dream filled with flickering candles, strange talismans, and eerie idols...

He realized then that the retribution Yaoyao spoke of was likely the truth.