After Secretly Having the Film Emperor’s Child 44p1

Chapter 44 Part 1: When a Wall is About to Collapse, Everyone Gives it a Push

“Xixi…”

Feng Yan’s heart also ached. He held Yu Weixi tightly, trying hard to give him a little more warmth, his hand constantly stroking the back of Yu Weixi’s head.

“Feng Yan, Feng Yan…” Yu Weixi’s hands clutched Feng Yan’s back, crying so hard he was out of breath.

“Feng Yan, he…”

“Mmm, I know, I know.” Feng Yan gently patted Yu Weixi’s back to soothe him.

“Feng Yan…”

“I’m here. I’m with you.” At this moment, no amount of comforting words would work. Feng Yan could only give Yu Weixi his company.

Few people walked by outside the morgue. It was cold and quiet, so there was no fear of being seen by others. Yu Weixi clutched Feng Yan’s coat, his shoulders shaking as he cried.

In the future, no one would come to his home for a meal with a smile, no one would gently ask him what was wrong, and no one would often send him things.

A once-living person was now just a shell lying on a bed in the morgue.

It was the first time Yu Weixi had been so close to death. Besides the unreality, there was also helplessness.

…

After an unknown amount of time, Yu Weixi gradually calmed down.

Feng Yan wiped the tear stains on Yu Weixi’s face with a tissue and said softly, “Shall we go back?”

Yu Weixi shook his head.

“I want to stay here with him. I’m afraid he’ll be lonely in there…” Yu Weixi sniffled. “I want to be here.”

Feng Yan sighed.

“Okay, then I’ll go buy you some food. And…” Feng Yan paused for a moment. “I’ll help you with the funeral.”

Next, he had to contact the funeral home, and there were many other things to arrange.

Yu Weixi sat there until nightfall. After midnight, the surroundings became even quieter. This deserted corner was even a little creepy.

The next day, the people from the funeral home came to move the body.

Chu Qing had no family, so the hall was quiet, with only Yu Weixi and Feng Yan keeping watch.

It wasn’t until friends and relatives, including Chu Qing’s acquaintances in the industry, the mentors and students of All-Idol, came one by one to offer flowers and say goodbye that Huo Li finally arrived late.

Yu Weixi finally saw this man.

The tall man was wearing an expensive and loose dark coat, a neat suit. His features were firm and steady, and his expression and posture exuded an air of indifference that kept people at a distance, as if he were coated in a layer of ice.

It was completely different from Feng Yan’s leisurely, witty, and steady old-man feeling. Huo Li was the kind of big boss of a global chain company who, just by standing on the side, could make people feel an oppressive, aggressive aura, his sharpness killing people, and when you got close, you would subconsciously be respectful to him.

Those eyes were so cold they were almost without warmth.

Yu Weixi glared at Huo Li fiercely, his hands slightly clenched into fists.

This man looked like he was here for a meeting, not for a funeral.

Did he have no feelings at all?

Huo Li looked around, but he strode straight towards the coffin.

“You go away…!” Yu Weixi immediately blocked Huo Li’s way.

“You’re not qualified to see him…!” The moment Yu Weixi saw Huo Li, his emotions were about to burst. His whole body was trembling, as if he couldn’t understand the person in front of him at all.

Why… can he be like this!

“Move.” Huo Li’s gaze was dark as he looked at Yu Weixi.

Feng Yan frowned slightly and then subtly stood in front of Yu Weixi.

Yu Weixi’s eyes were slightly red, but he showed no fear as he blocked Huo Li.

“He’s already dead, what the hell are you here for! He won’t know even if you come! You’re not qualified! You’re not qualified!” Yu Weixi shouted crazily at Huo Li, “What the hell are you pretending for! Get lost! The farther the better! You didn’t come before, why are you here now! What’s the use of you coming now!! He’s already dead!”

Huo Li couldn’t take it anymore and shouted in a low voice, “I’ll say it again, move!”

Chu Qing is not dead at all. How could he be dead!

Yu Weixi was taken aback.

Yu Weixi looked at Huo Li, breathing rapidly. “He’s dead.”

The expression that Huo Li had maintained since getting out of the car and entering the door finally cracked a little.

“How is that possible.” Huo Li said, “He just talked to me last night.”

“It’s… it’s because he committed suicide after talking to you on WeChat!” Yu Weixi could no longer hold it in, and tears fell again.

At this moment, Huo Li was standing right in front of him.

Yu Weixi stood on his tiptoes and grabbed Huo Li’s collar. “You killed him!”

This action of Yu Weixi’s immediately put the two bodyguards behind Huo Li on alert. They were about to step forward and pull Yu Weixi away when Feng Yan, on the side, also stepped forward to protect him. The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Huo Li waved his hand to let the bodyguards back away. He looked at the emotionally broken young man in front of him, and his heart, which had not been stirred for many years, began to feel a little… uneasy.

“Xixi.” Feng Yan hugged Yu Weixi to comfort him, then turned his head and said coldly to Huo Li, “Xixi is emotionally unstable. Please don’t mind, Mr. Huo. Mr. Huo… you should go and see for yourself.”

Huo Li walked to the coffin and saw Chu Qing—

The youth with gentle features lay in the coffin, as if in a dream from which he would never wake, and also as if he were waiting for something.

Huo Li’s eyes widened, his hand on the edge of the coffin trembling slightly.

How could this be…

“You have no conscience! You don’t know anything!!” Seeing Huo Li like this, Yu Weixi could no longer hold it in and exploded, “You don’t understand anything!”

“He liked you so much and was always waiting for you, but you didn’t know anything!” Yu Weixi cursed with red eyes, “You didn’t know he had depression, you didn’t know he was being cyberbullied by the whole internet, you didn’t know he was violated by Huo Liao, he… he had always regarded you as his only hope, and you didn’t know either…”

Huo Liao just stood there stiffly by the coffin, with no expression on his face, just looking at Chu Qing, as if he would keep looking.

“You…!” Yu Weixi was about to act up again, but he was held back by Feng Yan.

Feng Yan said in a low voice, “Let the two of them be alone for a while.”

Yu Weixi trembled. “Huo Li has no conscience…”

“Xixi…” How could he not be sad, Feng Yan thought. It’s just that Yu Weixi is Chu Qing’s friend, so he feels it’s unfair for Chu Qing. But in fact, how innocent and how sad is Huo Li?

Huo Li was still silent at this moment, just looking at Chu Qing, not saying a word.

Yu Weixi was still shouting on the side, while Huo Li was like a petrified statue, his hand tightly gripping the edge of the coffin, so hard that it even left a bloody mark.

Yu Weixi couldn’t see Huo Li’s expression and didn’t know if he was crying now, but Yu Weixi was still angry.

He was angry at himself, at Luo Yucheng, and also at Huo Li.

In fact…

Perhaps the one who should be blamed the most was himself, who had been by Chu Qing’s side but was powerless.

…

Afterward, Huo Li took over the funeral ceremony. He was a big boss with many people behind him, so there was nothing to worry about.

Afterward, not only Chu Qing’s friends in the industry, those he knew and didn’t know, acquaintances and those with some friendship, all came. All the mentors of All-Idol came, including Luo Yucheng.

Feng Yan frowned slightly.

He looked around. Fortunately, Yu Weixi had gone to the back to eat. Otherwise, there would be another scene…

Feng Yan looked at Luo Yucheng, who was offering flowers with the others not far away. Luo Yucheng’s face was a little pale, and he didn’t look well. He probably hadn’t expected that Chu Qing would really commit suicide so extremely.

Feng Yan couldn’t help but sneer.

I wonder if this person… will have nightmares when he sleeps at night?

…

Luo Yucheng offered flowers and didn’t stay for long. He was a little scared in his heart, so he hurriedly left the funeral home and returned to his car.

However, the moment he opened the car door, he heard footsteps behind him.

Luo Yucheng was taken aback and turned his head defensively.

He saw Yu Weixi standing on the side, looking at him with a quiet, shadowy gaze, his expression so calm it was almost indifferent.

Luo Yucheng was startled, his heart pounding. He took a few steps back. “You… what are you trying to do?”

“What do you think?” Yu Weixi sneered.

The small alley was a little dim. Yu Weixi’s expression was a little terrifying. He stood on the side against the light, like the eve of a storm. Luo Yucheng even felt his legs trembling a little.

“I… I… Chu Qing’s matter has nothing to do with me! I just… oof!”

Thump—

Yu Weixi, however, stepped forward and kicked Luo Yucheng’s knee accurately. Luo Yucheng was forced to kneel. Then Yu Weixi mercilessly threw a punch, hitting Luo Yucheng’s face hard, and his nose was even knocked crooked.

This time, Luo Yucheng fell directly to the ground.

“You…!” Luo Yucheng panted heavily. “There are surveillance cameras here… oof!”

He was kicked hard in the stomach again.

Yu Weixi didn’t care about that. He had never cared about these things. If he wanted to curse someone, he would curse them. If he wanted to hit someone, he would hit them.

Fist after fist landed on Luo Yucheng, each punch harder than the last. Yu Weixi was like venting something, directly using him as a punching bag.

Luo Yucheng was already curled up on the ground, unable to cry out, his whole body covered in blood.

“You… if you hit me like this, you’ll be… you’ll be…”

“What will I be?” Luo Yucheng’s words made Yu Weixi even angrier. Yu Weixi sneered, “Will I be cursed to death by public opinion?! Do I care?”

Yu Weixi lifted him up like a little chicken, half-kneeling on the ground, and held Luo Yucheng’s neck tightly.

“Oof…!”

Luo Yucheng’s face turned blue, and his limbs moved weakly as he struggled.

“You bastard! You heartless person! What can you do besides attacking people with public opinion!” Yu Weixi’s eyes were bloodshot. “You killed a person. Can you sleep at night!? I… I should have just pushed you off a tall building on that birthday banquet!”

There were surveillance cameras in this alley. Then the security guards from the funeral home and the other celebrities inside came out to stop Yu Weixi.

“Mr. Yu…!”

The people who rushed over were shocked by this scene, and were so scared by Yu Weixi’s expression that they subconsciously stopped in their tracks. But Feng Yan was faster than everyone else. He rushed behind Yu Weixi and gently hugged him.

“Xixi.” Feng Yan said in Yu Weixi’s ear, “It’s not worth it, Xixi… it’s not worth it.”

So what if he beat him to death? Chu Qing wouldn’t come back to life.

Although revenge was a must, it wasn’t by sacrificing himself, by perishing together. For such a person, it wasn’t worth it.

Yu Weixi panted heavily, only feeling himself fall into a warm, strong embrace.

He thought he was dreaming.

“Xixi… it’s okay.” Feng Yan said in a low voice, “It’s okay. I’m here… I’ll help you.”

Yu Weixi’s hand loosened, and Luo Yucheng’s body slid down.

Then Yu Weixi glanced at Feng Yan, his vision gradually blurring. Then, Yu Weixi fainted.

…

Xixi, don’t be afraid…

A faint voice came from the darkness, sounding extremely distant.

Yu Weixi frowned slightly.

Xixi…

I won’t leave.