Chapter 165: Do Not Look at What Is Improper

Even after living two lifetimes, Xiao Yu had never felt sympathy for any criminal. Yet now, he couldn’t help but feel a heavy weight pressing on his chest.

“I suppose you need someone to listen to you?” Xiao Yu asked, meeting Gu Yunfeng’s gaze.

“It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault!” Gu Yunfeng sat up, slumping on the floor as he pounded his chest, his voice raw with anguish. “I was too greedy. I was heartless, digging up other people’s graves, profiting off the dead, and now I’ve been cursed… but I never imagined this curse would fall on my wife.”

‘So he really was a grave robber.’ 

Xiao Yu’s expression grew increasingly complex, but he let Gu Yunfeng continue without interruption.

“That’s right, I’m nothing but a thief, a scoundrel, a beast. But my wife… She was innocent! What did she do to deserve this?” 

Gu Yunfeng was now just a man consumed by despair and sorrow, teetering on the edge of madness. 

“My wife died, and when they found her, her body was shattered. But the doctors told me that if she had been treated in time, she could have survived. She could have lived. But… she died. She endured more than ten hours of agony, left alone, unnoticed, suffering until she finally passed away…”

Imagining a person in excruciating pain, waiting helplessly for death to come… Xiao Yu felt his chest tighten again, and he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

“These two bastards! They caused the accident. Fine. Even if they ran away, I wouldn’t have blamed them,” Gu Yunfeng suddenly lifted his head, his face twisted in a grimace, laughing and crying at the same time. “But they got out of the car and saw her. They knew she was badly injured. Why didn’t they call the police? Why didn’t they call an ambulance? Even if they had just made a random phone call, asked anyone to come help. My wife wouldn’t have had to die. She didn’t have to die. Was their conscience eaten by dogs? You ask me why I hate them. If it were you, wouldn’t you hate them? Wouldn’t you want to grind their bones to dust?”

Xiao Yu remained silent.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

“Che Feiting is dead,” said Zhao Changshan on the other end of the line. “He smashed his head against something hard, his skull was fractured, and he didn’t survive. Before he died, he left a statement taking responsibility for all the crimes.”

Xiao Yu stared blankly as he put down the phone.

Years ago, you hit someone with your car and ran, leaving them to die… Now, for the daughter of that victim, you took all the blame and ended your life?

No, you must have realized who the woman you loved truly was. So you decided to take on all the guilt? To pay the debt you owed?

After a long pause, Xiao Yu snapped back to reality.

Is there really such a thing as karma?

Was it truly Gu Yunfeng’s grave robbing that brought retribution down on his wife?

Jia Yanli was poisoned, Jia Zhen was killed because of greed, and Che Feiting, who had once fled the scene of the crime, fell in love with the victim’s daughter and ended his life.

And now, Gu Yunfeng, driven by revenge, had become a murderer.

An icy chill surged through Xiao Yu’s heart.

Good and evil reap their own rewards, and the cycle of heaven continues.

Don’t believe it? Look up and see—has the heavens ever spared anyone?

The case… was closed.

***

A week later.

As the sun set, Xiao Yu was leaning against his Hongqi car by a snack street, grinning as he watched his wife from a distance, who was buying milk tea. He also noticed a guy trying to chat her up.

“Hey, beautiful, can I add you on WeChat?”

“I don’t have a phone.”

“Huh? But isn’t that a phone in your hand?”

“It’s a brick.”

“…”

“Anything else?”

“Uh, do you have a boyfriend?”

“I have a husband.”

“…”

Listening to the conversation between his wife and the guy, Xiao Yu nearly burst out laughing.

“What are you laughing at?” Mu Qingwu asked as she walked back to Xiao Yu, holding two cups of milk tea. “You saw someone trying to hit on me, and you just stood there?”

“Haha…” Xiao Yu chuckled, pretending to be oblivious. “What did you tell him?”

“I told him I have a husband.” Mu Qingwu rolled her eyes at her brother.

“You have what?” Xiao Yu asked as if he hadn’t heard.

“A husband,” she repeated.

“Here I am!” Xiao Yu grinned, locking eyes with his sister’s gaze, which was full of affection.

“Huh?” Mu Qingwu’s face turned red, and she playfully scolded, “Hmph… you naughty little brother.”

Xiao Yu laughed heartily and the two got in the car to head home.

Once home, Xiao Yu went to prepare dinner. Noticing Mu Qingwu sipping her milk tea, he casually remarked, “Sis, don’t drink too much, we’re eating soon.”

“My period just started,” Mu Qingwu said, setting down her cup. “Every time it does, I just want a warm cup of milk tea. It’s become a habit.”

Silently making a mental note, Xiao Yu chuckled as he cooked. 

“From now on, whenever you get your period, I’ll make you some milk tea.”

“Haha!” 

She was delighted, her eyes crinkling with her smile. She got up and walked to the kitchen, wrapping her arms around her husband’s waist.

“Hey, Sis,” Xiao Yu asked with a grin while chopping vegetables, “Before you met me, did you ever think about what kind of husband you’d have?”

“Huh?” Mu Qingwu pressed her face against her brother’s back, hesitating as she said, “He’d probably be pretty handsome, right?”

“Mhm.” Xiao Yu nodded.

“He’d probably have a great temper too, right?” Mu Qingwu smiled.

“Mhm.” Xiao Yu chuckled softly.

“…I’m five-seven, so he’d probably be a head taller than me, right?” Mu Qingwu laughed as she held onto her brother. “And he’d have to have good values.”

“Anything else?” Xiao Yu’s lips curled into a smile.

“Nope, that’s it.” Mu Qingwu shook her head.

“Well, about those qualities you just mentioned…” Xiao Yu turned around, pulling Mu Qingwu into his arms, “Don’t they seem awfully familiar?”

“Huh?” Mu Qingwu froze for a moment.

She’d just been saying things off the top of her head—she hadn’t really thought about what kind of partner she’d want before. But…

Handsome, good-tempered, tall, with good values… Mu Qingwu stared at Xiao Yu.

Didn’t all those qualities describe her husband?

Xiao Yu smiled softly, “Sis, can I ask you something?”

“What is it?” Mu Qingwu’s face lit up with a radiant smile.

“Can I be the one and only husband you have for the rest of your life?” Xiao Yu lowered his head, looking into his sister’s eyes, “Can I?”

“Take a guess,” Mu Qingwu giggled.

Women really are natural-born actresses. Even though she was thrilled inside, her face remained calm.

“Sis, I’m trying to sweet-talk you here, don’t play hard to get.” Xiao Yu pretended to be upset, raising his hand to cover Mu Qingwu’s eyes.

“Why are you covering my eyes?” Mu Qingwu asked with a playful pout.

“Because…” Xiao Yu bent down, “I’m about to do something you shouldn’t see.”

“Huh?” Mu Qingwu was confused, “What do you mean by ‘shouldn’t se—’ mmph!”

Xiao Yu silenced her with a kiss.

I’m going to steal a kiss, and you… you’re not supposed to watch!