"Let's talk about it in detail, what exactly do you want to do? What can we do for you?" Bai Zhi asked.
Cheng Hou took a deep breath and looked at Chu Yan and Bai Zhi like a warrior who saw his death at home: "Chu Yan, Dongfang Zhi, I need your help. There is a ghost in my house."
Bai Zhi guessed this. Zhou Tiantian had told her earlier that even though Chenghou was wearing a lot of things to exorcise evil spirits, he could still see the lingering breath of death on his face.
This kind of lifeless spirit, only the resentment ghosts stranded in the world can stay on the person, and it will last for a long time, and it will lead to bad luck.
Fortunately, Chenghou is a blessed person, and he has got a lot of treasures, and has prevented him from many disasters, so that he has been alive and peacefully.
Since the last time he almost had an accident, he never dared to go back to the house again. He was afraid of seeing that horrible face and didn't want to be cruel to deal with her, so he could only escape.
She stayed far away, hoping that time would let her grievances fade away.
It is a pity that he was wrong, and time did not let her resentment fade, but made her resentment stronger.
Recently, he often dreamed of her at night. He originally thought that he had only dreamed of her suddenly.
But I just went to see Yuan Qing, he said no, no.
It was her resentment that was deep enough to travel thousands of miles into his dream.
"So, who is she? Your wife? My lover?" Bai Zhi asked.
Cheng Hou shook his head: "It's my mother, stepmother."
"Stepmother? What's going on? You say it clearly once." Bai Zhi felt that things seemed more complicated than she thought.
"Things have to start fifteen years ago—"
It turned out that fifteen years ago, Cheng Hou had just graduated from university. When his classmates were busy looking for jobs, he left the school with his front foot, and then went to work in the family business.
His father was nearly fifty years old and his mother died young. During those years, his father never remarried. He knew that part of the reason was because of himself.
I have also been persuading my father to remarry. Unexpectedly, he heard the good news as soon as he graduated and his father was about to remarry.
What was even more unexpected was that the object of his father's remarriage turned out to be his college classmates and even his ex-girlfriend.
He objected, but his father was very firm this time. The objection was ultimately invalid, and his ex-girlfriend became a stepmother.
He couldn't accept it, so he moved out of the house.
The stepmother couldn't see him at home, so she joined the company and stayed in an office with him.
He still couldn't accept it, so he resigned angrily and walked into the brokerage circle.
Later, his father suffered a cerebral hemorrhage due to the company's financial crisis. When he rushed to the hospital, his father had already left.
The stepmother sat quietly on the side of the bed, looking at him with those dark, as if innocent and pitiful eyes.
He felt the sky was falling, and cried for a long, long time holding his father's portrait.
The stepmother said that he was pregnant with his father's flesh and blood and hoped that he could go home and live. This was also his father's last wish.
So he went home to live, but he couldn't bear the various overdue diligence of his stepmother, and at the same time he found that the stepmother was lying and she didn't have the flesh and blood of her father at all.
He said that all his father's property was given to her, so that she would not contact him in the future.
She said, I don't want anything, I only want you. It used to be, it is now, and it will be in the future.
She also said that she didn't love her father at all. By marrying him, she just wanted to enter this home, want to be by his side, and continue to accompany him, even in such a twisted way.