Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 785: Past Life

It was a message from Susan.

A screenshot.

Sheng Yin: I brought flowers and chocolates for you. I remembered you liked these.

Qi Bailu: I told you, we shouldn’t be doing this. I can’t accept these anymore.

Sheng Yin: Then I’ll just give them to Shuchang. He’s been nice to me anyway...

The text hit like a slap.

Past Yu Shuchang stood frozen, the flowers shaking slightly in his grip.

Then slowly, with a numb expression, he walked to the back of the studio and threw both the chocolates and bouquet into the trash bin—right where Sheng Yin could see.

Moments later, Sheng Yin returned, her face lighting up—until she saw the flowers lying crumpled in the bin.

She stopped cold. "Why... why are they there?"

Yu Shuchang didn’t look at her.

"It’s just flowers," he said flatly.

Sheng Yin’s lips trembled. "You... you don’t like them?"

"It doesn’t matter," he replied, avoiding her eyes. "Don’t waste money next time."

Her eyes filled with tears. "I didn’t just buy them randomly..."

"Sheng Yin," he interrupted quietly. "Please don’t."

That broke her.

She turned and walked away quickly, wiping her eyes, leaving behind the scent of flowers and disappointment.

Once the hallway emptied, past Yu Shuchang stepped back out, glancing around.

When he was sure no one was watching, he bent down, picked up the bouquet, and held it close.

He took it home that night.

The dream shifted again.

Now, the studio light was colder, more distant. Past Yu Shuchang stood by the window, staring at the street below, arms crossed tightly.

Susan stood a few feet away, holding her phone loosely at her side. Her voice was soft, almost careful.

"Maybe... maybe Sheng Yin does have feelings for you," she said. "Maybe even she doesn’t realize it yet."

Yu Shuchang turned his head slightly, but said nothing.

Susan stepped closer.

"If she doesn’t understand her own heart, we should help her see it clearly. We could try pretending to be in a relationship, make her realize how she truly feels about you."

"No." His answer came sharp, immediate.

Susan blinked. "Why not?"

"I don’t want to play games with her feelings," Yu Shuchang said firmly.

"And I don’t want to see her heart shaken because of lies, especially not mine."

Susan looked at him for a moment, then smiled weakly. "Alright. I understand."

The scene blurred again, like a skipped heartbeat, and when it sharpened once more, a notification pinged on Yu Shuchang’s phone.

Another screenshot from Susan.

His chest tightened even before he opened it.

Sheng Yin: I miss you. Can we meet? Just for a while?

Qi Bailu: Yin... no. We agreed not to do this again.

Sheng Yin: If you don’t come, I’ll go out with Yu Shuchang. A real date. I’ll even tell him I like him.

Qi Bailu: Do what you want. It’s your life.

Yu Shuchang stared at the message, his hand going cold.

Before he could process the pain, his phone rang.

It was Sheng Yin.

He let it ring twice before answering.

"Hey," her voice was soft, hesitant. "Are you free today? I thought maybe we could grab coffee together..."

Yu Shuchang hesitated. Every fiber of his body wanted to say yes.

But instead, he forced his voice to stay calm.

"I’ve got work," he replied. "Maybe another time."

There was a pause.

"Oh," Sheng Yin said lightly, though he could hear the disappointment beneath it. "Okay. Another time, then."

He ended the call.

For a while, he just stood there in silence.

But his heart felt heavy, bruised.

So that night, he went to a bar.

He picked a quiet, upscale place and booked a private room. The music was low, the lights dim, and the silence loud.

He drank glass after glass, his movements steady, his face unreadable. Even when the alcohol began to fog his head, he held himself together.

He called for the waiter.

Once.

Twice.

By the fifth time, and still no service, Yu Shuchang stood up with a soft sigh and left the room.

He wandered down the hallway, pushing the heavy wooden door aside.

And there, seated in the lounge, was Susan.

She looked different that night.

Her outfit was strikingly similar to one of Sheng Yin’s red carpet looks: sleek black dress, delicate heels, and her hair curled in loose waves. It was subtle... but familiar.

She spotted him almost instantly.

"Mr. Yu?"

He blinked, clearly surprised.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice lower than usual.

Susan stood and walked over. "Just here with some friends. I saw you come out and... you looked a little out of it."

"I’m fine," he muttered. "Go back to your table."

But Susan stepped closer. "You’re drinking alone in a private room, calling waiters who don’t come... That’s not fine."

He looked at her tiredly. "Why do you care?"

"Because I consider you a friend," she said gently. "And friends don’t let each other drink alone when they’re clearly hurting."

He didn’t respond.

She tilted her head. "Let me sit with you for a bit? Just until you feel better."

Yu Shuchang didn’t answer, but he didn’t stop her either. Together, they walked back to the private room.

Inside, the silence returned, broken only by the faint music playing outside the door.

Susan poured him another drink, and for a moment, they sat in silence.

Yu Shuchang stared at her.

Maybe it was the lighting. Maybe the alcohol.

Maybe the way her makeup was done, the curve of her smile, so much like Sheng Yin’s when she was trying not to cry.

Gradually, his eyes softened.

And without meaning to, he smiled.

"Silly girl..." he murmured, reaching out.

Susan blinked. "What?"

He gently took her hand.

"Sheng Yin..." he whispered.

Her entire body stiffened.

But she didn’t pull away.

In that moment, Yu Shuchang wasn’t thinking. He wasn’t seeing Susan.

He was having a dream. A memory. A woman he loved who kept slipping through his fingers.

Susan looked at him quietly, her lips parting.

From the corner of the bar, near the decorative plant wall, a faint click echoed.

Someone had just taken a photo.

The present Yu Shuchang couldn’t help but curse,

"Idiot!"

Inside the private room, Susan quietly led the now-unsteady Yu Shuchang back to the couch. He was barely holding himself up, his steps slow, his breath uneven.

"I think you should lie down," she whispered.

He didn’t protest. As soon as he sank into the couch, his eyes fluttered closed. A deep sigh left his lips, and then, he didn’t move again.

Susan stood silently for a long time, watching him sleep. Her expression was unreadable.

Then, slowly, she ruffled her perfectly styled hair, tugged at her dress, making the neckline slide lower and the hem appear rumpled.

She picked up her phone, adjusted the angle, and snapped a few photos.

Yu Shuchang lay passed out in the background, unaware.

Then Susan opened her chat with Sheng Yin.

She sent the picture.

A beat of silence.

Then she quickly typed:

"Sorry! Sent it to the wrong person!"

And before Sheng Yin could reply, she deleted it.

The next morning, sunlight leaked through the sheer curtains, soft and pale. Yu Shuchang stirred, his eyes blinking open slowly. His head was pounding, his mouth dry.

He sat up groggily and froze.

All his clothes were piled neatly on the nearby table. His shirt, pants, even his belt.

Across from him, lying on the couch in nothing but a bedsheet, was Susan.

She, too, slowly sat up and blinked as if just waking. When she saw Yu Shuchang awake, her eyes widened, and she pulled the sheet tighter around herself, feigning shock.

"I... I didn’t mean to fall asleep here..." she whispered, quickly turning away to dress.

Yu Shuchang stared, pale and silent.

Then he noticed the stain on the couch.

Blood.

A chill ran down his spine. His throat felt tight, like he couldn’t breathe.

Susan finished pulling on her clothes and stood, her face unreadable.

"You don’t have to take responsibility," she said quietly. "We’re both adults. It was... a mistake. Let’s just move on."

Yu Shuchang couldn’t speak. His hands clenched into fists in his lap, his eyes fixed on the floor.

When she left the room, he didn’t follow. He couldn’t even stand.

That moment replayed in his mind for days.

He avoided Susan.

He avoided Sheng Yin.

Every time he looked into her eyes, the shame threatened to drown him. He had betrayed her. Even if they weren’t officially together, his heart had always belonged to her.

And now, he’d crossed a line he could never uncross, with someone he hadn’t wanted, in a night he couldn’t remember.

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Yu Shuchang buried himself in work, in silence, in guilt.

Until one day, four weeks later, Susan came to find him.

She waited until he was alone in his office.

He looked up, tired and wary. "What is it?"

Susan shut the door behind her.

"I’m pregnant," she said flatly.

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