Chapter 650: Suffering Should Never Be Celebrated
“Well, bad luck has been a constant keyword throughout my life.”
Young Master Sang said slowly, holding Little Ying You: “My mom is a rare only child, and my grandparents passed away early. By the time my parents divorced, I was left with just her.”
“There was nothing I could do then. I had just started middle school and was too young to understand anything. I just knew everything needed money, but I had no idea where to earn it.”
“Money?” Little Ying You asked, puzzled. “Isn’t Aunt Bai rich? Just ask her for some.”
Young Master Sang paused briefly and then burst into laughter.
“Even if I knew your Aunt Bai back then, she wouldn’t have given me money.”
He later realized that even if he had money at that time, it wouldn’t have mattered much.
If he truly wanted to save his mother, he probably needed the Original Immortal medicine.
Unfortunately.
At that time, he had imagined one day becoming an omnipotent celestial being just like today.
…but it was just a fantasy.
“And then?” Little Ying You blinked her eyes.
“Well,” Young Master Sang ruffled her little head, “six months later, your grandmother passed away.”
“Fortunately, your grandfather was still able to send living expenses, and by pinching pennies, I managed to finish school.”
“Your grandmother never had high expectations of me; she just hoped I could do well in my studies, get into a good school, find a stable job.”
“I’ve lived my life thinking this way.”
He got into a decent 985 university and joined a hot video game company.
He landed a game planning job he dreamed of with good benefits.
“I thought after a few years of hard work, I’d get a house and a car, fall in love, marry an ordinary person, and have a child.”
“Living a simple life like that would be enough to comfort your grandmother’s spirit.”
Young Master Sang paused midway and suddenly laughed.
Little Ying You asked curiously, “Daddy, what are you laughing at?”
“Nothing.”
“Sometimes when you’re really unlucky, you end up laughing.”
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The flowing scenes seemed to freeze a countless number of times.
This time, Zhang Xiaoying saw the grown-up Young Master Sang still sitting in that white building.
He held a piece of paper, staring at it blankly for a long time.
Then he suddenly laughed.
That smile had an indescribable eeriness to it, filled with complex emotions that Zhang Xiaoying could not comprehend—helplessness, relief, exhaustion, and a hint of amusement.
Zhang Xiaoying leaned in to see what was on the paper, but unfortunately, she couldn’t understand most of the strange symbols and words.
But she vaguely remembered.
When she looked at Young Master Sang’s mother’s medical records before, there were some words that seemed familiar.
“Late-stage stomach cancer… is it a really scary illness?”
Beside her, Bai Ming was at a loss for words. After a long silence, he finally murmured:
“It’s the same disease as his mother’s.”
Zhang Xiaoying immediately fell silent.
She knew how painful it was for Young Master Sang’s mother during her last days.
Thinking of Young Master Sang possibly enduring that same pain every day, Zhang Xiaoying suddenly found it hard to continue watching.
“How about… we stop here?” Yan Rouwan hesitated to suggest.
Zhang Xiaoying, rarely silent, also fell quiet.
She still wanted to see Young Master Sang a little longer.
On the hospital bench, he had laughed for a long time while looking at that paper, and finally took out his phone to scroll.
However, after flipping through it repeatedly for over twenty minutes, he still hadn’t messaged anyone.
In the end, he took a photo of the medical record and posted a moment that only he could see.
“Just ridiculous. Do you have a God like this?”
“It’s so humorously silent.”
Until he tucked his phone back in his pocket and swayed home with the medicine.
His face still bore a relaxed and joyful smile.
Like he had seen a really funny joke.
“…Let’s go.” Zhang Xiaoying suddenly spoke.
“Let’s not look anymore.”
Yan Rouwan nodded and, with a wave, all surrounding scenes dissipated, revealing Zhang Xiaoying’s room again.
However, back in the room, the four remained silently standing in place, no one speaking or leaving.
The air suddenly felt incredibly heavy and oppressive.
“I regret it.” Zhang Xiaoying said softly, “I shouldn’t have tried to understand my husband’s past.”
“Letting you all accompany me to see these cruel things was even worse.”
Yan Rouwan shook her head: “Don’t blame yourself; it can be good to learn a bit.”
“Indeed.”
Nian Nian sighed, “I used to think Young Master Sang just had extraordinary willpower.”
She recalled back when Young Master Sang first faced Li Shanyan and had to use the Original Immortal jade to reshape his body and cultivation.
That was an unimaginable agony, and she had been worried whether he could handle it.
At that time, he had endured the pain and smiled at her, saying he was used to it.
Only now did Nian Nian understand the meaning of those words.
He probably had truly become accustomed to pain.
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“And then…?”
“Well, then my dad came to this world.”
Young Master Sang spoke leisurely, completely unaffected by that heavy past: “But bad luck is the same no matter where you go.”
“Arriving in this world, I started off as a five-year-old homeless orphan.”
“No talent, no background—my only luck was getting accepted into the Water Moon Sect just before starving to death by the roadside.”
“But even after finally getting into the Water Moon Sect, I was bullied every day.”
Almost like a stray dog left to die in the wild.
Until he was rescued by Hua Jianglian from the Demon Cult.
“To be honest, under normal circumstances, joining the Demon Cult should have been a turning point for me.”
Young Master Sang chuckled self-deprecatingly: “Unfortunately, by then I had already been thoroughly amused and scared off by this humorous heaven. All I thought was to live my life normally and make it through.”
“If not for your aunt Nian Nian stirring up so much trouble later, I should have married your mother and had you a long time ago, living a peaceful life.”
“It seems… so tragic.” Little Ying You was already feeling drowsy, her eyelids fighting each other, yet she stubbornly tried to listen to the story.
“Yeah.”
Young Master Sang laughed: “So, compared to that, your life now is pretty cozy.”
“You have no worries about food or clothing, can swagger anywhere without anyone daring to say a word, go wherever you want, get whatever you want.”
“The key is…”
“You really hate being nagged and managed by your mother every day.”
“…it’s a scene your dad once longed to see in his dreams.” Young Master Sang’s gaze lowered slightly.
Little Ying You didn’t reply.
The little girl in her arms was already snoring softly.
Young Master Sang didn’t know whether she heard his last words.
But it didn’t matter if she didn’t. He never intended to conduct any suffering education anyway.
As long as she could grow up safely and happily like this.
That was enough for Young Master Sang.
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