Four Years Ago, Her Husband Cheated on Her Body - Chapter 37.2

Just then, the newly hired servant came in from outside and carefully handed over a document sent in an aviation envelope.

“Take it away, I don’t have time to open it!” Father Gao was distracted and waved his hand.

The servant replied cautiously, “It was sent by Qianhe.”

The three members of the Gao family changed their expressions instantly and gathered around, nervously watching as Father Gao opened the envelope. Inside was only a single, thin sheet of paper from the Qianhe Legal Department. The wording was rigorous, and the content was clear at a glance.

They had received a commission to refile the lawsuit regarding Gao Wenhao’s assault on Lu Min.

Back then, the reason Gao Wenhao could “win” the lawsuit was largely because Lu Min couldn’t afford a lawyer and didn’t have the time to exhaust himself against them, forcing him to accept mediation. As everyone knows, in a lawsuit regarding the right of reputation, one strike is usually all it takes.

Now, the opponent was the Qianhe Legal Department—one of the strongest legal departments in the country.

Mother Gao’s vision went black, and she fainted on the spot.

It wasn’t until Jia Qiao placed the power of attorney in front of him and asked him to sign it that Lu Min realized what the Master and the “Male Ghost” had been up to while “locking” him at home recently.

He was naturally big-hearted and was often described as “optimistic and not one to hold grudges.” When he was a child, his parents’ neglect caused him to become mute. Not only did Lu Min not hold it against them, but he even helped take care of his younger brother later. Later, when his brother grew up and his parents didn’t have the energy to support two children, Lu Min never blamed them.

As for the harm caused by Gao Wenhao, after meeting Jia Qiao, Lu Min stopped thinking about it altogether. He even secretly comforted himself that perhaps it was a price already arranged by fate—only by enduring that tribulation could he meet a Master as good as Jia Qiao.

Lu Min never imagined that someone would want to help him heal the wounds he had hidden away.

“Cry after you sign.”

Jia Qiao didn’t know how to comfort people; he just urged Lu Min to sign quickly so he could hand the document to the legal department to start the litigation process.

Lu Min took a deep breath, barely managing to hold back his tears as he seriously signed his name. Once Jia Qiao tucked the document away, Lu Min could no longer control himself and was about to throw himself onto him with teary eyes.

However, before he could touch Jia Qiao, his back collar was grabbed by a hand that suddenly reached out. Lu Min turned his head and saw the face of the “wicked male ghost.”

This ghost is so mean! Does he not understand timing?!

Lu Min struggled with all his might, attempting to attack the hateful male ghost. Seeing him looking so fierce, Jia Qiao added, “By the way, all of this was planned by him.”

“…” Lu Min’s eyes widened in disbelief. He pointed at Zhu Nanyu, then pointed at himself.

The male ghost? Helping me???

“Mm.” Jia Qiao nodded and said matter-of-factly, “If I were the one to solve it, it wouldn’t have been this troublesome.”

Gao Wenhao would have been beaten until he cried for his parents by the second day.

Lu Min turned his head stiffly, remembering the various “evil deeds” he had done to Zhu Nanyu—buying black dogs, sticking talismans, and wearing crosses. He lowered his head in guilt.

“What?” Zhu Nanyu raised an eyebrow. “Not trying to exorcise me anymore?”

“…” Lu Min shook his head guiltily and wrote on his spiral notebook:

‘I’m sorry!’ ‘You are a good ghost!’

Below it, he even drew a little rabbit kneeling in apology.

“Zhu Nanyu.” Jia Qiao called his name softly.

To put it bluntly, this guy had been teasing Lu Min simply because he was jealous that Lu Min had monopolized Jia Qiao for four years, and that he had caused Jia Qiao to be “imprisoned” last time. How boring—eating this kind of messy jealousy.

Hearing the threat in his wife’s voice, Zhu Nanyu’s survival instinct kicked in. He cleared his throat and explained, “I’m not a ghost.”

“…?” Lu Min’s eyes were filled with doubt.

“Living, has a shadow.” Zhu Nanyu pointed to the shadow cast by the light. “Didn’t you notice?”

During this time, Lu Min had learned a lot of knowledge about ghosts, and it did say that ghosts have no shadows. So—

‘Understood, Master’s little pampered wife.’

Zhu Nanyu: …? Little what?

Perhaps it was due to psychological factors, but after resting by his wife’s side for a while, Zhu Nanyu’s recovery speed increased significantly. Once it was determined he had basic mobility, Jia Qiao decided to announce that Zhu Nanyu was still alive to a small circle of people.

At the very least, he needed to coordinate stories with those close to them first. He didn’t want the “resurrection” to be too sudden, leading to inconsistent stories that might result in Zhu Nanyu being taken by a research institute for dissection.

Naturally, the first people to tell were Zhu Nanyu’s few remaining relatives: Ji Fuling and Chi Jinran.

Fearing that bringing a “male ghost” over would scare them to death, Jia Qiao made an appointment in advance and hinted that he would be bringing someone important, hoping they would be mentally prepared. Especially since Ji Fuling was old, it would be terrible if she had a heart attack.

On the day of the appointment, Jia Qiao brought a hat-wearing Zhu Nanyu to the Zhu residence on time, only to find that this meeting was more formal than any before.

Since Old Man Zhu and the two losers had been sent away, the court had frozen all the Zhu family’s assets. The ancestral home had also been within the scope of the seizure. Ji Fuling had brought out the deed with her name on it and paid a portion of the security deposit to redeem the house.

Seeing her living alone in such a cold and quiet place, Jia Qiao had originally thought of having Ji Fuling move in with him or buying her another house, but Ji Fuling refused. She had guarded the ancestral home for most of her life, living a quiet life of Buddhist devotion; she was used to it and didn’t want any more changes.

Jia Qiao pulled Zhu Nanyu into the ancestral home. Ji Fuling was the same as ever—dressed simply with a gentle gaze, appearing as if enveloped in a faint Buddhist aura.

In contrast, Chi Jinran was dressed exceptionally formally, her hair perfectly in place, and her makeup clearly done by a professional stylist, making her look even more beautiful than usual.

“By my count, today is the first time I’ve hosted you in this home.” Seeing Jia Qiao, Chi Jinran smiled and took a thick red envelope from her bag. “According to the rules, this is a meeting gift.”

As she spoke, she controlled her gaze, not looking at the tall man standing beside Jia Qiao whose face was obscured. Even if she had her suspicions, she didn’t show them in the slightest. After all, her son had been missing for so long, and Jia Qiao was so young. Even if… he was willing to bring someone back to show her, it meant he regarded her as a true mother. How could Chi Jinran bear to spoil his mood?

Ji Fuling, on the other hand, had been staring intently at the person since he entered the door, her gaze never wavering.

“Thank you, Mom.”

Jia Qiao wasn’t formal at all; he opened the red envelope right there. Inside was 10,001 yuan in bills, symbolizing “one in ten thousand.” What was most exquisite wasn’t the envelope itself, but that one-yuan bill—it was a red version issued many years ago.

Actually, how could Jia Qiao know all these intricacies? He was told by someone whispering beside him. Hearing the voice, Chi Jinran glanced over and thought to herself: Since I’ve decided to treat Jia Qiao as my own son, by the rules, should I have prepared a red envelope for this ‘son-in-law’ as well?

Chi Jinran’s heart was incredibly complicated. No matter how much she liked Jia Qiao, she wasn’t that generous.

Just as Chi Jinran was sinking into distress, Ji Fuling walked over tremblingly, her body swaying significantly. Zhu Nanyu quickly reached out and gave her a timely support. Ji Fuling immediately grasped his arm and said meaningfully, “You’re back.”

“Grandmother?” This time, even Zhu Nanyu was startled. “You knew all along?”

Ji Fuling shook her head. “I didn’t know, it’s just… I wasn’t willing to give up hope. I was just holding onto a thought.”

Jia Qiao lowered his eyes and remained silent.

“What do you mean?” Chi Jinran was confused and looked blankly at Zhu Nanyu. She saw him slowly take off his hat, revealing features almost identical to those of her deceased husband.

“Long time no see, Mom.”

Chi Jinran was stunned, becoming the only person in the family to be genuinely shocked. She wasn’t even sure if the person in front of her was her own son.

Jia Qiao looked down at the frozen Chi Jinran, then looked up at Zhu Nanyu who was waiting for a response from his mother. He decided to help introduce them according to the standard procedure.

“This is Mom,” he first introduced Chi Jinran.

Then he turned to Zhu Nanyu and said seriously, “This is my legal spouse.”