The Bride of The Mysterious Ghost King - Chapter 8

Full of questions, I quickly opened the door. My father saw me with a strange man and was stunned for a moment. He immediately pulled me inside. “Why are you only coming back now? Where’s your car?”

I made a bitter face. Yeah, my car was still impounded at the police station. Ugh… I turned my head and shot a glance at Chu Mo, a look that said, It’s all your fault.

“I’ll go get it,” he said simply. My brother, Er Chuanzi, pulled me aside when he saw Chu Mo. “Who is he?”

“I’m her husband.” He abruptly pulled me away from Er Chuan’s embrace and into his own.

I was about to start with “It’s a long story,” but this guy cut me off before I could, leaving the words stuck in my throat with no chance to explain.

Er Chuanzi was too shocked to speak, completely confused. “When did you meet a man outside? Hey, on what grounds are you marrying my sister? Who are you?” He yelled at Chu Mo, trying to pull me back to his side, but was deterred by the guy’s immense strength; he couldn’t even push him away.

“Dad, you…”

“This is the betrothal gift.” Chu Mo took a check out of his pocket. Er Chuanzi and I both stared and were completely dumbfounded. Oh my god! That was one hundred million!

I looked at Chu Mo. “You, you, you, where did you get so much money? It’s not ill-gotten gains, is it? Did you steal it?”

“The money is clean, feel free to accept it.” He said it calmly, while I was trembling with fear just looking at the number.

Unexpectedly, Er Chuanzi immediately snatched the check and tucked it into his shirt, as if it were a rare treasure. “This much money fully shows your sincerity, but you must treat my sister well, or else I won’t let you off.”

Noticing the problematic tone in his attitude, like he was warning a criminal, I quickly signaled Er Chuanzi with my eyes to stop asking.

I took the check from his hand and handed it back to Chu Mo. “I can’t take this. I can’t marry you. After all, you’re just a ghost.”

Chu Mo’s face immediately darkened. He looked very gloomy.

The most agitated was Er Chuanzi. Hearing the word “ghost,” he thought he’d misheard, and he grabbed my arm. “What did you just say? What is he?”

Helplessly, I explained the whole story to Er Chuanzi. He was stunned for a few seconds, then glared at me angrily. “I said, Sis, when did you become so fond of lying to your dad? Where are there ghosts in the world? Did this man play some trick to deliberately scare you?”

I shook my head violently. “No, he really is a ghost.” Seeing he still didn’t believe me, I emphasized, “Really!”

Compared to Chu Mo, who was wearing a sullen expression, Er Chuanzi suddenly laughed nervously again. “Even if he is a ghost, he’s a rich ghost.” He then looked at Chu Mo. “Do you really want to marry my sister?”

“Yes.”

Ignoring my objection, Er Chuanzi carefully took the check from Chu Mo’s hand and kissed it. He looked excited as if he had never seen money before.

It was true; we used to be grave robbers, often living hand-to-mouth. One hundred million is enough for us for several lifetimes.

“Alright,” Er Chuanzi put the check away, sat up straight, and looked at Chu Mo. “Sit.” He pointed to a rickety stool. Chu Mo didn’t say anything and sat down expressionlessly.

As the two faced each other, their demeanor immediately showed a world of difference, but Er Chuanzi was now fully adopting a parental role.

“Do you have a wife? This is my only sister, and she must be properly married. If you want my sister to be a mistress, I will make you pay.”