Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Framing the Blame  

"What? Feng Chengda was admitted to the ICU?" Yin Chengjue had stayed up late last night scrolling through the trending hashtags exposing Feng Chengda's true nature, and his dreams were sweet, no longer haunted by Feng Chengda's disgusting face.  

Unexpectedly, the next day, news of Feng Chengda being sent to the ICU spread like wildfire. A photo of Feng Chengda wearing an oxygen mask with white bandages wrapped around his head was already trending.  

Following that photo were two faces Yin Chengjue hated to the bone—Su Zi and Feng Changheng. Both dressed in plain white clothes, standing outside the ICU, their pale faces filled with anxiety and worry.  

Since netizens had previously uncovered their identities, they immediately recognized them as the mistress and illegitimate son who had been relentlessly criticized lately.  

Although Feng Chengda hadn’t signed the divorce papers, news of his separation from Yin He had been pinned across all social media platforms for an entire day. Even without the official divorce, the public already considered them divorced.  

With the divorce fresh and Feng Chengda suddenly ending up in the ICU, speculation ran rampant.  

Surprisingly, a large portion of people believed this was Yin He’s doing, condemning her as ruthless and cruel—claiming this was why Feng Chengda had cheated in the first place.  

The moment Yin Chengjue saw the baseless accusations and slander in those posts, he knew someone was orchestrating this behind the scenes.  

Faking an illness?  

That was his first thought.  

But whether Feng Chengda was faking it or not, Yin Chengjue was still his son, even if Yin He had already decided to divorce him.  

If Yin Chengjue showed no reaction to his father being in the ICU, it wouldn’t take a genius to guess how harshly he’d be criticized.  

Even though he had endured Feng Chengda’s cold indifference and scolding since childhood, there would always be self-righteous keyboard warriors who’d preach forgiveness and virtue, as if they were saints dictating how others should let go of hatred.  

Yin Chengjue didn’t hesitate long before deciding to "visit" the hospital and see what kind of act they were putting on.  

Of course, he didn’t go unprepared. He had Assistant Guan arrange a team of reporters—skills in interviewing didn’t matter as much as their physical stature. They needed to be tall, strong, quick on their feet, and capable of surrounding him at a moment’s notice, leaving no room for others to squeeze in or shove microphones in his face.  

Yin Chengjue paid them generously, but if he spotted any hostile reporters slipping in, deductions would be made!  

Assistant Guan acted swiftly, assembling a group of reporters as sturdy as bodyguards. They carried cameras and microphones with the intensity of soldiers marching to war.  

Yin Chengjue was satisfied and instructed them to follow at a distance, only moving in if necessary.  

Once everything was set, Yin Chengjue arrived at the hospital. Before he could even enter, reporters who had been lying in wait rushed toward him!  

But before the fastest one could shove a microphone in his face and ask, "Was your father hospitalized because your mother Yin He hired someone to kill him? Why would she do that? Is she always this cruel? Did Feng Chengda cheat because Yin He abused him?"—a different group of reporters seemingly appeared out of nowhere, shoving the first reporter aside and forming an impenetrable wall around Yin Chengjue!  

The shoved reporter got stepped on multiple times, his shoes covered in footprints. He winced and muttered, "Who stepped on me?" But the towering reporters in front drowned out his voice with their booming questions.  

"President Yin! Are you here to visit your father? Do you know why he was admitted to the ICU?" The burly reporters shielded Yin Chengjue while thrusting their microphones forward.  

Yin Chengjue couldn’t force tears, but he managed to redden his eyes slightly—enough to sell the act.  

He looked at the reporter and answered, "I don’t know. He hasn’t been home these past few days… probably staying with someone else."  

He paused, then added with a bitter smile, "He rarely comes home. I used to think it was because he was busy with work, but now I realize… he never considered the place where my mother and I lived as his home."  

The sheer audacity of this scumbag!  

The reporters, initially there just to block others, immediately perked up at the juicy revelation. They pressed further, "Are you saying he’s been living with that mistress? But we heard Feng Chengda still hasn’t signed the divorce papers."  

Yin Chengjue nodded grimly. "Yes, he refuses to divorce."  

Wow! So he was refusing to sign the divorce papers while living with his mistress? How shameless could one man be?  

Some reporters were live-streaming, and netizens watching instantly recoiled at Feng Chengda’s blatant two-timing.  

The trolls who had earlier condemned Yin Chengjue for not immediately visiting his "gravely ill father" (unlike the "filial" illegitimate son) vanished without a trace. The chat flooded with sympathy for Yin Chengjue.  

—Yin Chengjue is so unlucky. His dad never cared for him, and now that the scumbag’s in trouble, he’s getting blamed for no reason. Like, if your dad was shacking up with another woman and got dragged to the ICU in the middle of the night, would YOU hear about it right away and rush to his bedside to cry?  

—LOL at the person subtly shading someone for not even reddening their eyes in their staged photos!  

—Honestly, when I saw those pics online, I wanted to say—the mistress and her son looked "worried," but her hair was perfectly styled, and the kid even had hairspray in. Like, if you’re rushing to the hospital at night, who has time for hairspray?  

—Now I’m starting to think this whole thing is staged.  

—Yeah, if Feng Chengda’s refusing to sign the divorce papers, he’s probably using this to drag things out for Yin He.  

—Ugh, that’s so vile! Knowing she’s got a whole forest growing on her head but can’t do anything about it.  

[In Chinese internet slang, "wearing a green hat" (戴绿帽, dài lǜ mào) means being cheated on by one's partner. The "forest" joke exaggerates this by saying he has so many "green hats" that it's like a whole forest]

—I feel so bad for Yin He.  

Regardless of the online discourse, Yin Chengjue had to visit Feng Chengda to avoid criticism. So, surrounded by his human shield, he safely entered the hospital.  

The hospital wasn’t a place for commotion, so even the most eager reporters had to wait outside. Causing a disturbance near ICU patients would cost them their jobs.  

However, while mainstream reporters had restraint, tabloid journalists would do anything for a scoop. Some sneaked in with hidden cameras, hoping for an explosive exclusive.  

Feng Chengda was still in the ICU. The moment Yin Chengjue arrived, he spotted Su Zi and Feng Changheng waiting outside.  

Memories from his past life flashed through his mind. It took everything in him not to rush forward and beat these two—who had indirectly caused Yin He’s death—into pulp.  

Not yet.  

He forced himself to stay calm.  

Acting out now would only turn the righteous into the unreasonable.  

While Yin Chengjue resisted the urge to attack, Su Zi staggered toward him, her frail body swaying as if she might collapse at any moment.  

Seeing this act, Yin Chengjue’s alarm bells rang. Before she could get close, he swiftly backed away several steps, as if avoiding something filthy.  

Su Zi’s planned dramatic kneel froze mid-motion. She hadn’t expected the "spoiled, incompetent fool" Feng Chengda always described to see through her act at first glance.  

With Yin Chengjue standing so far away, even if she knelt, they wouldn’t be in the same frame—rendering her performance useless!  

Gritting her teeth, Su Zi told herself this was just a fluke. She stumbled forward again, crying out, "Young Master Yin, I beg you—"  

This time, she lunged, grabbing the legs of the person in front of her. Without waiting, she started kowtowing frantically, wailing, "Please spare Chengda! It’s all my fault, but he’s still your father! How could you do this to him?"  

She had already prepared her script—framing Yin Chengjue for Feng Chengda’s ICU admission while absolving her son of all blame.  

As for Feng Chengda? She had plans to ensure he never left that hospital bed.  

She imagined the soon-to-spread photos of her kowtowing to Yin Chengjue, paired with captions about him bullying her, cementing the image of the Yin family as tyrants.  

But just as her scheme seemed perfect, she heard her son’s embarrassed shout: "Mom!"  

Realizing something was wrong, she looked up—only to see she wasn’t clutching Yin Chengjue’s pants but the legs of an elderly doctor who happened to be passing by.  

The doctor, annoyed by the disturbance near the ICU, snapped, "Keep quiet or leave! This isn’t a place for your theatrics!"  

Su Zi froze. Her "tearless" crying act was immediately exposed—no redness, no tears, just loud, fake wailing.  

Mortified, she glanced around, but Yin Chengjue was already gone.

"Mom, he left just now…" And he left fast—like they were the plague.  

Feng Changheng’s face twisted with rage as he replayed Yin Chengjue’s dismissive expression.