The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s
Chapter 75: Mo Junhua Extra 3_3

Chapter 75: Mo Junhua Extra 3_3

Zhou Yuwei saw the miserable state of her son, crying her heart out, and sought out the best doctors to treat him. However, the doctors told her that due to the delayed treatment, her son’s legs couldn’t be healed, and he would be paralyzed for life, needing to lie in bed with someone to care for him constantly.

Seeing her son paralyzed, Zhou Yuwei became frenzied, filled with a towering rage. She secretly arranged for someone to kidnap another person’s son, beating him until he was half-disabled, and then dumping him at their doorstep.

Later, the other party sent people overseas to lure her daughter and secretly took compromising photos of her with men, publicly exposing them online; not just with one man, there were sometimes several in one night, all sorts of men, and even women involved, which infuriated Zhou Yuwei to the point of almost having a stroke, fearing to even step outside because she was afraid of the pointing fingers.

Less than a month later, news arrived that her daughter had been in a car accident. Police investigations revealed that she had overdosed at a party with a group of foreigners. It was a multi-car pile-up and the bodies were so mangled they were unrecognizable, only identifiable by the belongings left in the cars.

Her eldest son sacrificed, her younger son paralyzed, her daughter dead—Zhou Yuwei couldn’t bear the successive blows and rolled down the stairs, incapacitated. The household guards sent her to the Military District Hospital, and after examinations, they informed Mo Junhua that Zhou Yuwei had suffered a stroke.

Mo Junhua sat by the bed, peeling an apple for Zhou Yuwei to eat. Seeing Mo Junhua, Zhou Yuwei sobbed heavily, her tears streaming down.

Mo Junhua’s expression remained unchanged, his gaze filled with deep affection, "I know what you want to say. Do you want me to seek revenge?"

Zhou Yuwei sobbed and nodded, unequivocally; anyone who harmed her children, she wanted them gruesomely dismembered.

"Let me tell you a secret," Mo Junhua leaned close to Zhou Yuwei, whispering into her ear, "The doctor said Lan Tian can’t have children, so I had a vasectomy."

Zhou Yuwei’s eyes suddenly widened, looking at Mo Junhua in horror, shaking her head with pitiful sobs.

How could you do this to me?

"You caused me to end my lineage, yet I still left you a son, you should be happy! I knew about the times you drugged me; I just played along."

Tears streaming, Zhou Yuwei continued to shake her head, sobbing.

"There’s no need to look at me like that. Yes, I don’t love her, but she is my responsibility, she dedicated her loyalty to me, and it is my duty as a husband to take care of and protect her. Do you know why I never touched you? One is out of loyalty to my marriage, and another is because I find you disgusting. You were the one who wanted to end this relationship, why come back to bother me? A single betrayal, and I will never want you in my lifetime. By the way, your eldest son’s death was orchestrated by me, your younger son’s paralysis was condoned by me, and your daughter’s death was permitted by me. Your family deserved this fate. I forgot to tell you: both your ex-husband and your lover became ruined because of you. I, Mo Junhua, will never tolerate anyone who has cuckolded me."

"Zhou Yuwei, where do you get the confidence, thinking an old worn-out shoe like you could make me, Mo Junhua, abandon my wife and child and take you back? Don’t worry, I won’t let you die; the suffering she endured, you should experience it too to be fair. Rest assured, your son will join you."

He arranged for Zhou Yuwei and her son to be sent to live under the bridge where Lan Tian used to live, begging for survival for the rest of their lives.

On Mo Junhua’s eightieth birthday, friends and family celebrated with him; Ji Family’s boy also returned, bringing a strikingly beautiful, cool, and aloof young woman to offer birthday wishes. The old man’s heartbeat quickened when he called her ’Lan Tian’, making Mo Junhua want to ask about her relationship to him.

As if hearing Mo Junhua’s thoughts, the young woman turned back, smiled, and moved her lips.

Mo Junhua’s pupils contracted; he understood the lip movement of the woman, "Mo Junhua, I came to see if you were dead yet?"