My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser Chapter 3 How Did You Treat My Child?

"You! You’ve lost your mind! You have absolutely gone insane! How can you even suggest such a thing?" Fu Rong questioned in pure disbelief. "Don't you realize that Grandfather adores that brat—I mean, Chen Chen—to death? How could you possibly demand sole custody of him?"

"And why shouldn't I? Is this level of overreaction truly necessary?" Song Yan brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze dripping with mockery. "How have you treated my Chen Chen since the day he was born? You and your third brother never missed a chance to harass him, calling him an ill-bred child every time you crossed paths. You’ve pushed him to the point where my Chen Chen is terrified to even leave his bedroom. Why? Simply because he came from my womb? Do you think mentally torturing and bullying a small child is justified just because you despise me, his mother? Why would I leave my son in your household to wait for him to become mentally unstable or fall into depression? Even if Fu Chen is my child, half of his blood belongs to Fu Yu Sheng! I didn't create Chen Chen by myself!"

Fu Rong felt choked by the response, her mind racing with a dozen insults she wanted to hurl back at Song Yan. Yet, what Song Yan said hit the mark; Fu Chen was merely a child who had no choice regarding his parentage. Even if he was Song Yan’s son, the fact that Fu Rong, a grown college student, was bullying a five-year-old was nothing short of pathetic. Having been rendered speechless, Fu Rong could only glare venomously, but Song Yan was no longer intimidated. Instead of flinching, Song Yan met her gaze directly.

"Yan Yan, if you don't want to go through with the divorce, just say so. Why must you hurt Grandfather Fu like this? You know Chen Chen is his eldest grandson; if you take him away, it will break Grandfather Fu's heart." Song Lan, standing beside Fu Rong, quickly cut in. Although her tone suggested deep concern for the Elder, she was actually fueling Fu Rong’s anger. It was a manipulative tactic Song Yan had witnessed many times before.

"Exactly! You’re just using Chen Chen as a tool to cling to the Fu family! Hah! Women like you are never up to any good! I should have known you’d resort to such a filthy scheme," Fu Rong spat, seizing the opening Song Lan provided. "You can forget about taking that brat. Even if we don't like him, he is still a Fu! Either you leave this house alone or you shut your mouth and live like a ghost in the Fu mansion. You have no other options!"

"Is that so? That’s really what you think?" Song Yan’s lips curled into a smirk as she observed Fu Rong. The Fu family was divinely blessed due to their ancestors' immense charity; every member was born with a purple Qi, a mark of incredible fortune. If Song Yan recalled correctly, after Song Lan stole her own luck, Fu Rong was the next target. Although Song Yan once possessed pure Qi that complemented Fu Yu Sheng’s purple Qi, it had been tainted after Song Lan snatched it. Consequently, no matter how hard Song Lan tried, she could never truly align with Fu Yu Sheng. In her eventual desperation, Song Lan had turned on Fu Rong, leading to the girl being assaulted and murdered.

After that tragedy, Song Lan had harvested the purple Qi from Fu Rong’s remains. Because she knew this future, Song Yan felt no real hatred for Fu Rong; in her eyes, Fu Rong and Fu Yu Sheng were merely gullible fools who believed every lie Song Lan fed them.

They were destined to suffer later.

"Yan Yan, I understand you’re upset, but please be rational. Think of Chen Chen. What can you actually provide for him? You can't give him anything compared to Brother Yu Sheng—"

"I can give him love, something Fu Yu Sheng is incapable of providing. To do that, he would actually have to return to this country. If he can't even show up when his wife is in a massive accident and nearly dies, I doubt he’ll ever show up for Chen Chen," Song Yan countered. She had expected to feel a violent, murderous rage upon seeing Song Lan, but she found herself remarkably composed. "Money might buy happiness for some, but my son and I are different. It doesn't matter what either of you think; this divorce is happening, and I am taking Chen Chen with me!"

Both Fu Rong and Song Lan stared at Song Yan in shock. The woman standing before them seemed like a total stranger. Her entire aura had shifted from the Song Yan they knew! However, they dismissed it, assuming the trauma of the accident combined with Fu Yu Sheng’s absence had simply made her hysterical.

But they didn't realize Song Yan was dead serious. "You two should go and tell Fu Yu Sheng to get the paperwork ready. Otherwise, I don't think the Fu family would enjoy seeing a massive scandal break on social media."

"What are you talking about—" Fu Rong started, but she froze as Song Yan began playing a voice recording of their previous conversation.

"Tsk, tsk. Can you imagine how much traffic this would get? 'The heiress of the Fu Corporation berates and curses her injured sister-in-law in the hospital.' I can already see the public backlash and the losses you'll face for tormenting a fragile, sick woman," Song Yan remarked with an indifferent, pitying look at Fu Rong.

Fu Rong’s face turned white as a sheet, and she lunged to snatch Song Yan’s phone. At that exact moment, the light bulbs in the room shattered one after another, plunging the trio into sudden darkness. Distant screams from outside and the wails of grieving families made the atmosphere bone-chilling. Then, as if an invisible hand had choked the sound out of the building, the entire corridor fell into a deathly silence.

"What’s happening? What's going on?" Fu Rong frantically turned on her phone's flashlight, looking around in a panic.

Song Lan followed suit, flicking on her own light. Though the flashlights provided some visibility, the hospital room remained shrouded in an oppressive gloom. Fu Rong glanced at the bed and saw it was empty—Song Yan was nowhere to be seen. As she stepped forward, she felt a sudden, icy gust of wind brush against the back of her neck, making her blood run cold.

"Why did it get so creepy in here? I can't even hear anything from the hallway!" Fu Rong cried out. "Forget this, let's just leave! Let's get out of here. I'll talk to my brother and figure this out later."

"There's no reason to be afraid. We live in a modern world; how could there be ghosts? Don't be ridiculous. How could this room be haunted?" Song Lan, who had plotted so hard to remove Song Yan from her path, was hesitant to retreat, but then—

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

Song Lan jumped as Fu Rong screamed, pointing wildly at a corner. Startled, she looked in that direction, and her heart nearly stopped. Standing before them was not a human, but a swirling mass of black miasma!

"You stole what was mine! Your time is running out. Tell her I am returning! Tell her to be ready!" the dark, smoky figure hissed, lifting a head that appeared horribly mutilated. "Everything she possesses belongs to me."

Song Lan’s legs turned to jelly. She desperately wanted to believe this was a trick by Song Yan, but how could she know for sure? She felt Fu Rong grabbing at her clothes, begging to flee, but Song Lan was paralyzed by terror. Just as she gathered the strength to turn around, both of their phone flashlights flickered and died!

"No! My phone! It was fully charged, how can it be off? No, I'm leaving!" Fu Rong yelled, dragging Song Lan toward the exit.

They watched in horror as the dark entity opened its mouth as if to swallow them whole. "GHOSTS! GHOSTS!" Song Lan shrieked, shoving Fu Rong aside and sprinting out of the room alone.

Stunned by the betrayal, Fu Rong collapsed onto the floor, staring at Song Lan’s retreating back. She tried to scramble up and run, but something wet and putrid landed on her face—it was flesh! Rotting flesh! She looked up to see the black specter looming over her, a monstrous, half-decayed face twisting into a jagged grin.

The entity tilted its head at Fu Rong, unhinged its broken jaw, and let out a terrifying roar!

It was too much to bear. Fu Rong wailed, trying to crawl away, but to her horror, the door refused to budge! She realized with terror that it was a ghost wall. She clawed at the wood, praying for it to open, but the black figure continued to approach, its body cracking and swaying as if it might shatter. As it drew closer and closer, Fu Rong’s mind gave way, and she fainted, wetting herself in pure terror.