The Beauty with Terrible Luck Falls in Love with a Ghost - Chapter 21.1

In the following period, Zuo Lihua dedicated herself to reclaiming control of the driver’s seat.

After Han Hai’er violated four traffic rules, Zuo Lihua finally managed to retrieve her precious steering wheel at the cost of “five times tonight.”

“So pitiful!” Zuo Lihua cried as she drove, stepping on the gas while tears streamed down her face.

What kind of madness had possessed her to think a ghost could be a decent driver?

In contrast, Han Hai’er was in an exceptionally good mood.

She had devoured several ghosts with cultivation levels similar to her own and, with the help of Zuo Lihua’s living essence to balance her energy, her power had increased significantly. Moreover, Zuo Lihua had promised to continue helping her digest the energy that night. Once she fully absorbed the cultivation of those ghosts, she would have a much better chance of success when they visited the unfinished building complex in H City the next day.

She glanced at Zuo Lihua.

Her living companion was timid, physically weak, easily frightened to tears, and aside from being pleasant to look at, even her crying was aesthetically pleasing, not making a fuss when scared, cooking well, and having a toned body, she was practically useless.

But it didn’t matter. Han Hai’er was a broad-minded, thoughtful ghost who could tolerate her living companion’s shortcomings.

Imitating the sigh of a living person, Han Hai’er sighed with emotion: she truly was a reasonable female ghost.

Even after sitting on the sofa, Zuo Lihua’s tears hadn’t stopped.

Sniffling, she opened her phone to check her traffic violation records. When she saw the points deducted, her vision went dark.

Damn, it was a good thing she had reclaimed control early, or she would have had to retake the driving test!

“Stop crying,” Han Hai’er said condescendingly. “Swollen eyes are very unattractive.”

“…” Zuo Lihua’s tears flowed even more fiercely.

Her phone vibrated twice. Opening it, she saw a text message.

It was from an unfamiliar number, but the content was utterly baffling.

[Don’t waste your efforts. No matter what you do, I won’t change my mind. I just don’t like you.]

Zuo Lihua stopped crying, glaring at her phone through a blur of tears. She recognized every individual character, but put together, they made no sense.

Another message followed immediately:

[If you sincerely apologize to Youyou, you might salvage some of my impression of you.]

[I advise you not to make any unnecessary moves. It’s ridiculous. Our Huang family cannot accept a woman with your temperament.]

The sender’s identity was now glaringly obvious.

Zuo Lihua laughed in anger.

She must have been blind before to think that Huang was gentle and refined, a good person!

Zuo Lihua couldn’t be bothered to reply and directly blocked the number.

The interruption actually made her feel less upset. She opened Weibo and found herself trending again.

The promotional poster for “Sixty Moments” had been released, along with a few stills from the film.

In the photos, her figure was graceful, her long dress complemented by post-production special effects, blending with the mist and clouds as if she were an immortal from a painting.

The comments section was flooded with screams.

[Ahhhh! My Lihua wife is so beautiful!]

[Mom, I’ve seen a fairy!!!]

[Wife, let me get close to you, so gorgeous!]

[My wife has been suffering so much lately, it breaks my heart]

…

Everything was thriving and normal.

After reposting the promotional post, Zuo Lihua turned off her phone and prepared to go upstairs for a shower.

She was stopped by Han Hai’er.

A cold, hard burrito was thrown onto the coffee table in front of her.

“Eat something before you go.”

Zuo Lihua was used to skipping dinner and had no appetite. “I don’t want to eat.”

Han Hai’er raised an eyebrow. “Want me to fuck you to death in bed?”

Zuo Lihua: “…”

She picked up the stiff jianbing and walked to the kitchen.

Even wrapped in a plastic bag, the oily residue seeped through, leaving her hands smelling of grease.

Zuo Lihua tossed the jianbing onto a plate and threw it into the microwave. She scrubbed her hands vigorously with soap, dried them, and sniffed, still a faint odor. It drove her crazy.

“I’m going to the second floor.”

She hurried upstairs in quick strides.

After selecting a strongly scented body wash and washing her hands again, the smell was finally gone.

She knew it was psychological, but she couldn’t help it.

Oddly enough, despite being a decent cook, she had a phobia of oil fumes, something even she found baffling.

After finishing the jianbing, Han Hai’er eagerly dragged her upstairs.

She didn’t even have time to grab her phone.

It was Zuo Lihua’s first time riding Han Hai’er’s mist, hazy and suffocating, like being submerged in water, yet without the choking sensation. All around her was Han Hai’er’s cold scent.

Then Han Hai’er pinned her down and did it six times.

Zuo Lihua felt completely dazed, as if her brain had been sucked dry. She practically crawled into the bathroom, nearly drowned, and was fished out by Han Hai’er, who rushed over.

“You’re so useless.” Han Hai’er said disdainfully.

Zuo Lihua didn’t want to talk. She refused to engage.

“Don’t celebrities usually dance? Why haven’t I seen you practice?” Han Hai’er asked.

Zuo Lihua closed her eyes and mumbled weakly, “Because I’m useless.”

“True enough.” Perhaps because Zuo Lihua looked too pale, Han Hai’er pulled the blanket over her.

Zuo Lihua was almost asleep. She curled up under the covers, her body temperature slowly rising, just about to drift off when Han Hai’er asked, “What’s your payment password?”

Zuo Lihua’s mind was too foggy to think. She just wanted to get rid of the nuisance. “0621.”

Thinking she could finally sleep, she heard another question: “Your birthday?”

“Mm-hmm,” Zuo Lihua replied vaguely. After a pause, she added, “I don’t really know.”

It was the birthday her family had told her. Now that she had no family left, she wasn’t even sure if it was correct.

She struggled to form the thought but didn’t voice it.

A hand patted her head gently. “Sleep.” said the voice that had been disturbing her rest.

Zuo Lihua unconsciously nuzzled into the hand and fell soundly asleep.

…

She woke up the next day at 1 p.m.

Zuo Lihua’s eyes snapped open, and she bolted upright, startling Han Hai’er, who was playing on her phone beside her.

Han Hai’er frowned irritably. “What’s wrong?”

Zuo Lihua turned her head sharply. Their eyes met, her pink irises clear and alert.

“What time is it?”

“1:40 p.m. Why?”

Zuo Lihua froze for a moment, then looked down at her hands. Slowly, her shoulders relaxed. “…Oh, it’s nothing. I dreamed I was late for class back in my school days.”

Han Hai’er ignored her, rolled over, and continued tapping on her phone screen.

Zuo Lihua found it strange. This ghost had said she’d go to the abandoned building area in H City today to devour a few more spirits, so why was there no movement now?

Even if she went now, it would definitely be too late.

“What are you doing?”

She leaned closer and noticed Han Hai’er tapping on square icons depicting small objects like grass, milk bottles, and pliers. Each time she tapped one, the selected square would drop into a long grid below. The grid was now nearly filled with various patterned blocks, almost reaching the end.

Han Hai’er’s face twisted fiercely. “I refuse to believe this lousy game can stump me!”

Zuo Lihua blinked slowly and asked softly, “What game is it?”

Han Hai’er replied irritably, “Three Goats.” In the time it took to finish a red empty box, she started another round.

“Ah…”

Zuo Lihua had glimpsed it on Weibo yesterday, rumor had it there was no third level, and it was notoriously difficult.

“Then go ahead and play,” Zuo Lihua said, sensing that if she didn’t leave soon, she might get caught in the crossfire. She got up from the bed. “I’m going to wash up.”

As her feet touched the floor, a tingling, sore sensation shot up, stopping at an indescribable spot and intensifying twofold.

“Ouch!” Zuo Lihua couldn’t move and ended up leaning against the bed, collapsing to the floor.

It hurt so much, so sore, help!

Surprisingly, Han Hai’er paused the game and glanced over with her bright blue eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Zuo Lihua bit her pale lips. “I’m dying.”

Han Hai’er suddenly frowned. “Is that the smell of blood?”

Zuo Lihua froze, then looked down. “Ah…”

“Where is it? I’ll get it for you.” Han Hai’er set down her phone.

For a moment, Zuo Lihua felt a tiny flicker of gratitude.

“In the cabinet, the second drawer of the white cabinet in the walk-in closet.” she said, pointing weakly.

Han Hai’er went in.

When she came out, she not only had a small pack of sanitary pads but also a packet of special wet wipes.

“Good eye. I used to keep mine there too,” she said before lying back on the bed and resuming tapping on her phone.

Zuo Lihua was taken aback. “You used to live here too?”

Now it was Han Hai’er’s turn to be surprised.

She stopped what she was doing, furrowed her brow, and thought for a moment. “I forgot.” Then she turned to Zuo Lihua. “What did I just say?”

Zuo Lihua stared at her and murmured, “You said you used to keep your pads in the second drawer too.”

“Did I? Hmm…” Han Hai’er rested her chin on her hand, deep in thought.

A dozen seconds later, the ad on her phone ended, and she resumed tapping away.

Zuo Lihua: “…”

Alright then.