Rebirth: Spoiling the Obsessive Film Emperor Chapter 47

Chapter 47: The Shift in Public Opinion  

As soon as Yin Chengjue posted his personal essay, it immediately caused an uproar.  

The father described in that essay was too severe—so severe that he bordered on cold-blooded.  

From childhood to adulthood, no matter what Yin Chengjue did, whether right or wrong, good or bad, all he ever received from Feng Chengda were scoldings and belittlement.  

It was less about education and more about venting.  

Feng Chengda seemed determined to pour all the resentment he held toward Old Master Yin onto his son, using it to balance his own twisted psyche.  

Yin Chengjue only recounted one or two deeply ingrained memories, yet they resonated strongly with many netizens.  

While others were scolded by their parents for failing to rank first in their grade, Yin Chengjue was berated as an idiot even when he scored first in the entire city.  

For most, discipline came with both the stick and the carrot—but for Yin Chengjue, there was no stick, and certainly no carrot. Only the long-term, lifelong cold violence that shadowed his childhood.  

It was less like raising one’s own flesh and blood and more like tormenting a sworn enemy.  

But what exactly was the source of Feng Chengda’s hatred?  

Yin He had never wronged Feng Chengda. The so-called grievances and hatred in Feng Chengda’s heart stemmed from nothing but his own deep-seated inferiority complex.  

He was bitterly jealous of Yin He, who had been born at a height he could never reach. So when Yin He took a liking to him and pursued him, he couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of gratification—one that made him unable to refuse Yin He, unable to refuse this chance to skyrocket to the top.  

Those who came from the same background as him had to work hard step by step. Though they eventually achieved success, the process was grueling—something Feng Chengda couldn’t bear to imagine.  

He didn’t want to toil like them, so he chose Yin He.  

But choosing Yin He was one thing; secretly resenting her was another.  

All the suffering he endured before marriage to please Yin He and Old Master Yin festered in his heart, turning into resentment that he later unleashed on the weakest member of the household—Yin Chengjue.  

Yin Chengjue’s childhood was essentially a highlight reel of Feng Chengda’s malice.  

After Yin Chengjue’s essay was published, the voices condemning him as cold-blooded and heartless for ignoring his critically ill father completely vanished.  

Having a viper-like father throughout one’s childhood was nothing short of torture.  

If anyone still believed this counted as “fatherly love,” they were welcome to experience it themselves—unless they were masochists or mentally unwell, no one could endure such deliberate cruelty from a family member.  

Su Zi’s accusations that Yin Chengjue was heartless were utterly unreasonable.  

She was a mistress, stole someone else’s husband. Her son enjoyed another man’s fatherly love. And yet, she still had the nerve to blame the victim for being cold and unfeeling?  

How laughable!  

Not strangling you both is already the height of mercy.  

And just then, Yin Chengjue released a series of payment receipts—all the medical expenses for Feng Chengda’s hospitalization and surgeries.  

Su Zi had initially planned to force Yin Chengjue to foot the bill, deliberately choosing the most expensive hospital with the best resources to squeeze money from the Yin family. But she never expected Yin Chengjue to pay without batting an eye, leaving her no chance to grovel or beg.  

Now, by revealing all the payment records, Yin Chengjue made it clear: I’ve been paying for everything all along, while you and your son haven’t spent a single cent. All you’ve done is dress in mourning clothes and fake tears outside the ICU, or crowd around Feng Chengda’s bedside when he woke up to stage a picture-perfect family scene.  

Oh, and don’t forget—you also spent money on online smear campaigns against the legitimate heir.  

Not a penny for the patient, but plenty to hire trolls to attack the son. What admirable love! What touching filial piety!  

Watching the online backlash intensify, Su Zi clutched her phone, trembling with rage, unaware that she had bitten her lip until it bled.  

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn that Yin Chengjue! No wonder he left so quickly—he planned this all along!” she seethed.  

Feng Changheng watched as his mother, once gentle and graceful, now constantly wore a scowl. He frowned deeply.  

He had always wanted a complete family, to shed the label of “illegitimate child,” to proudly introduce his parents, to have them walk into his parent-teacher meetings dressed in luxury, admired by all his classmates as the perfect couple.  

His parents loved each other—at least, that’s what he had always believed.  

He never wanted to be illegitimate child. He should have been the legitimate child. In his eyes, Yin He was the homewrecker, and Yin Chengjue—who had everything handed to him—was the one who never should have existed.  

He had dreamed of the day Yin He and Feng Chengda would divorce, finally giving him the family he deserved.  

Now, his wish had come true.  

Logically, his mother should be overjoyed. So why was she so furious, so obsessed with attacking Yin Chengjue?  

Shouldn’t the priority be marrying Feng Chengda and finally uniting their long-separated love?  

“Mom, forget about Yin Chengjue. Once I make something of myself, I’ll crush him underfoot. Once I’m above him, I can trample him however I want. He’s not worth our time,” Feng Changheng declared confidently.  

“A-Heng, my good son. You truly are my pride,” Su Zi finally looked up from her phone, her eyes softening with approval, a smile finally returning to her lips.  

Seeing his mother’s expression soften, Feng Changheng’s mood lifted, convinced he had found the key to her happiness.  

“Mom, now that Dad’s divorced that bitch, when are you two getting married?” Though sixteen—an age when most teens develop mature reasoning—Feng Changheng had been spoiled rotten by Feng Chengda and Su Zi, leaving him with little sense of responsibility.  

After Feng Chengda forgave him for nearly killing him, Feng Changheng promptly forgot the incident, now only fixated on his dream of a perfect family reunion.  

Su Zi stiffened at the question, unsure how to respond.  

Feng Chengda blamed her for the divorce, accusing her of recklessness ruining his plans.  

She had desperately denied it, pleading with him to believe her—I’ve endured for so long, why would I act now? It wasn’t me! It must be a business rival!  

Her groveling had calmed Feng Chengda, redirecting his suspicions toward competitors.  

If she brought up marriage now, wouldn’t that be admitting guilt?  

No. Absolutely not.  

After a long pause, she waved a hand dismissively. “Adult matters aren’t for you to worry about. Focus on your studies—that’s how you’ll help your father.”  

But the mention of school made Feng Changheng scowl.  

Since his illegitimate status was exposed, his classmates at the elite private school had treated him with disdain.  

Even former friends now sneered at him.  

He couldn’t stand their faces, their whispers. He refused to go back.  

“Mom, I want to transfer. I hate that school.”  

“Don’t be ridiculous. Do you know how much money and effort your father spent to get you in? Those kids are the future elite—networking with them will set you up for life.” For once, Su Zi didn’t indulge him.  

“You will go back. Study hard and stop daydreaming.” With that, she left to pack his things, ignoring his sulking.  

Meanwhile, Yin Chengjue was thoroughly enjoying the chaos.  

The payment receipts had already caused a stir, but he wasn’t done.  

He posted another update: Despite doing my utmost, I’ve been unjustly vilified. Heartbroken, I’ve decided to cease all payments for Feng Chengda’s medical expenses. Let Su Zi and Feng Changheng prove their love and filial piety—stop using my money to play the saint while stabbing me in the back.

Had Su Zi seen this, she might have fainted on the spot.  

Feng Chengda was conscious but not yet discharged. The top-tier hospital, luxury suite, and private nurses she had chosen to bleed the Yin family dry—now, all those exorbitant bills would land squarely in her lap.