Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Su Chen stood in front of the ice coffin, and his figure gradually appeared.

Before they could speak, a talisman was pressed on the ice coffin, and soon a shadow appeared. The old man's pupils shrank when he saw it...

Raising his hand and making hand gestures to help others open their third eyes, Bai Lin looked at the familiar figure on the ice coffin, his eyes instantly turned red, and he stumbled over and rushed through the soul's body.

She fell to the ground and burst into tears: "Cheng'er, my Cheng'er, you came back to see your mother, right?"

Su Chen tapped the soul with his fingers, and soon the soul dissipated. The corpse in the ice coffin opened its eyes, slowly pushed open the ice coffin and sat up.

Turning to look at his sister, he smiled bitterly and said, "Xin'er, it's because I'm too arrogant. I thought that if I died, Mom would be less paranoid and pay more attention to you."

"I didn't expect her to be so crazy that she would use your life to revive me. I'm sorry, it was my brother who was too selfish."

"Even if I had to die, I should have waited until you grew up and were capable. Now... it's too late. I can't protect you anymore."

Yang Xin burst into tears and choked up, "No, it's all my fault. My brother was obviously depressed, but I wasn't with you, so you ended up like this."

Yang Cheng sighed, looked at Su Chen beside him, and thanked him softly: "Master, thank you very much for giving me the opportunity to say goodbye to my sister."

"It's okay. I just did it for money. Besides, you're kind-hearted by nature. It's a pity. If someone can enlighten you and wake you up, your future will be very good."

"These are my own choices. I don't regret it. I just feel sorry for my sister..."

Not knowing what he was thinking about, he turned his head and looked at Bai Lin with disgust in his eyes: "Mom, you have done so many wrong things, it's not enough to force me to death, do you want to force my sister to death too?"

Bai Lin struggled to stand up and said sadly, "No, Mom loves you so much that I would give my life for you. How could I force you to death?"

Yang Cheng came out of the ice coffin with a painful expression: "Do you know how painful it is for me? I am like a puppet in your hands. From childhood to adulthood, I cannot have my own ideas."

"I don't even have the right to choose the color of my clothes, even for food, clothing, shelter and transportation. Why?"

"But, but Mommy is doing this for your own good."

"Haha, you're doing this for my own good. That's ridiculous. You just can't get your dad's love, so you treat me as your dad and want to control me to satisfy your perverted psychology..."

Bai Lin felt heartbroken when she heard what her son said.

"I, I didn't. I'm not like that."

Yang Cheng finished speaking his mind in one breath, let out a long breath, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms covered in scars.

Bai Lin was stunned and looked at his arm in disbelief.

With a look of heartache, he said, "You inflicted these injuries on yourself. When did they happen? Why don't you know?"

"You know, it's just that you don't want to admit it. The doctor said I had depression, but you said it was just pretentious. You wouldn't let me take medicine or rest, and you forced me to study this and that every day."

"I'm just a tool for you to please Dad. You're afraid that if I'm not good enough, Dad will be seduced away by another woman's son, and you're afraid that you'll get divorced."

Yang Xin raised her head and asked in surprise, "Brother, what are you talking about?"

Yang Cheng sighed. He was already dead and could not protect his sister anymore, so there were some things that could not be hidden.

"My father cheated on me many years ago and had a son outside. He's two years younger than me and very talented. My mother was afraid that my father would not want her, so she forced me to study hard and excel so that I could surpass the son born to that woman."

"I know, but I can't say it. I can't bear the pain anymore. Xin'er, don't be sad for me. Death is a relief for me."

Bai Lin's face was pale, and her voice was trembling: "You knew it a long time ago, why didn't you say it?"

Yang Cheng lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "I wanted to wait for you to wake up. I thought you loved me, but when I realized that you didn't love me at all, I didn't want to say anything anymore."

"Xin'er, come here. Brother has something to tell you."

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "There's a passbook tucked inside my diary in my drawer. The password is your birthday. There's over 300,000 yuan in it, which is enough for you."