The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 26.1

Consciousness was withdrawn from the illusion, yet it took a long time for her to regain her senses.

This could probably be considered a good ending, but her heart still felt empty, as if there was still a lasting regret.

Yu Ruoyin was a good audience, completely immersed in someone else’s story. The story ended, but her emotions were difficult to withdraw.

She thought for a long time, but still couldn’t help asking Jiang Huaining: “Aunt Ning, is it possible for dissipated souls to re-gather?”

“A-yin… don’t ask about that.”

Jiang Huaining’s voice carried an unusual weakness, and her breathing was unsteady. Yu Ruoyin heard two low gasps.

She hurriedly looked up at Jiang Huaining, only to find that Jiang Huaining’s face was pale, fine beads of sweat hung on her moist skin, and her red lips had lost their color. The red mole at the corner of her eye had also been drained of color, leaving only a faint pink. The petal mark supporting the red mole had completely vanished. Yu Ruoyin instinctively looked at Jiang Huaining’s index fingertip, the other place that was different from ordinary people, and the bright red there had indeed disappeared.

Yu Ruoyin did not dare to ignore it. She hugged Jiang Huaining: “Aunt Ning, are you alright?”

Jiang Huaining shook her head gently in her arms, signaling Yu Ruoyin not to ask her questions for now.

She took Yu Ruoyin’s wrist and approached Sang Qian’s body, stopping at a distance where she could touch Sang Qian.

The bloodless tip of her index finger touched Sang Qian’s forehead. A faint golden light shimmered, and a wisp of faint blue mist was pulled out from Sang Qian’s forehead. The blue mist seemed to have eyes, flying towards Yu Ruoyin the instant it left Sang Qian’s body, landing on Yu Ruoyin’s forehead, and instantly drilling in.

Yu Ruoyin only felt her forehead burning fiercely. She couldn’t help reaching out to touch it, but felt no heat at all.

The red jade fruit hanging on her neck suddenly lit up. A wisp of golden light overflowed from the red jade fruit and floated towards Jiang Huaining, disappearing into her body. Jiang Huaining’s index finger regained a little color.

“Aunt Ning…”

Jiang Huaining’s gaze did not stay on her. She stared at her gradually coloring index finger, biting her lip hard, her dark pupils slightly contracted, and a faint golden mist floated in her eyes: “As expected…”

Jiang Huaining was too weak, her voice like thin smoke, which would dissipate with a gust of wind.

They were so close, yet Yu Ruoyin still couldn’t hear Jiang Huaining clearly.

“Cough, cough…” Jiang Huaining coughed twice, an unnatural flush covered her entire face. She fiercely grasped Yu Ruoyin’s wrist, and her voice lifted slightly: “A-yin, you believe me, don’t you?”

“Mhm!”

Jiang Huaining smiled reassuringly, raised her hand and touched the red jade fruit hanging on Yu Ruoyin’s neck: “Help them, you must help them, you must…”

Her words were left unfinished as she collapsed into Yu Ruoyin’s arms, completely passing out.

“Aunt Ning!” Yu Ruoyin nervously stretched out her finger and waved it under Jiang Huaining’s nose. The slightly warm breath wrapped around her fingertip, making Yu Ruoyin sigh in relief. She embraced Jiang Huaining: “Still alive, still alive.”

Although Jiang Huaining had told her that she would not die, life and death were unpredictable.

Yu Ruoyin still felt fear.

She had been unlucky for eighteen years, and only recently had good fortune touched her. She couldn’t lose Jiang Huaining.

To say how much she loved Jiang Huaining now would definitely be false. It could only be said that she couldn’t live without Jiang Huaining’s kindness to her.

Enjoying a person’s gentleness did not require time to establish a foundation.

Yu Ruoyin was a taker, and also a beneficiary.

Fortunately, she wasn’t a heartless person.

Yu Ruoyin still remembered Jiang Huaining saying she needed a few days of rest after helping Sang Qian.

She lifted Jiang Huaining onto her back and carried her upstairs.

Perhaps the exhaustion had reduced Jiang Huaining’s weight, or perhaps she had gained some spiritual power from Jiang Huaining, making her much stronger. She felt that Jiang Huaining on her back was extremely light.

Like a feather clinging to her back, which could float away with a slight breath.

Yu Ruoyin couldn’t help tightening her grip on Jiang Huaining’s legs, her palms pressing tightly against her skin to feel that she wouldn’t easily disappear.

She carried Jiang Huaining back to the room. Just as she was about to put her on the bed, Lu Qingzhen’s faint voice drifted over: “Are you sure you’re not going to wash Boss Jiang?”

Only then did Yu Ruoyin remember that she was covered in Sang Qian’s blood, and Jiang Huaining, due to frequently being close to her, had also gotten quite a bit of blood on her.

But… her and Jiang Huaining…

“Well, if you’re unwilling, I can do it for you.”

Seeing Lu Qingzhen standing at the doorway rubbing her hands together, Yu Ruoyin quickly shielded Jiang Huaining in her arms: “No need.”

It was a sense of crisis that the pastry in her palm was being coveted. Yu Ruoyin didn’t like that feeling. She hurriedly took Jiang Huaining into the bathroom in the bedroom. Lu Qingzhen outside the door called out: “Oh, just kidding, why so serious? If I dared to touch Boss Jiang, she would definitely kill me. Little Yu, you must take good care of Boss Jiang! I’ll go find that dead fish Xia Yu to help me clean up the body fragments…”

Yu Ruoyin couldn’t hear the rest of the words.

Yu Ruoyin helped Jiang Huaining to the bathroom and only then realized she didn’t know where to start. She had washed herself before, but…

Her gaze involuntarily swept over Jiang Huaining’s body. The hand she reached out quickly retracted. Yu Ruoyin truly didn’t have the courage to move randomly. Although they were nominally lovers now, nothing substantial had happened between them yet.

It was too presumptuous. Just thinking about it, Yu Ruoyin’s cheeks slowly turned red.

The blush that spread had shyness, and also timidity.

Yu Ruoyin quickly left the room, closed Jiang Huaining’s door, found clean pajamas, and re-entered the bathroom, specifically pulling out a black cloth.

She supported Jiang Huaining under the shower, let Jiang Huaining lean against her, made sure that the towels and other auxiliary tools were within reach, and then covered her eyes with the black cloth.

The hand she reached out towards Jiang Huaining fell on herself first.

Yu Ruoyin suddenly remembered that the bloodstains on her were much heavier than on Jiang Huaining. If she didn’t wash up too, even if she cleaned Jiang Huaining, hugging her would dirty her again.

Button after button was pulled open. Although she knew Jiang Huaining couldn’t see anything now, she still felt a pair of eyes roaming over her.

Her skin gradually became hot, and even her breathing became increasingly chaotic.

Yu Ruoyin finally managed to strip off her own clothes. When she reached out to undress Jiang Huaining, she encountered greater difficulty.

She couldn’t see now, and it took a long time to undo one button.

She had to grope around to find the correct position, and inevitably, during this process, she would touch Jiang Huaining’s exposed skin. After losing her sight, touch became exceptionally sensitive. Every time she brushed against Jiang Huaining’s skin, it left a trace of heat. After taking off her clothes, Yu Ruoyin’s hands felt like they were on fire.

She hurriedly turned on the shower. The warm water pouring over her skin failed to soothe the heat, but rather added fuel to the fire, making her even more nervous.

Yu Ruoyin took several deep breaths before having the courage to grab a towel and slowly reach towards Jiang Huaining’s naked body. She thought that by not looking, she was being a gentleman, but the result was more intrusive. She couldn’t see where the blood was, so she had to wipe every inch of skin. And because she couldn’t see where she had wiped, she occasionally had to set aside the towel, allowing the skin of her wrist to touch Jiang Huaining’s body, feeling her body parts.

Yu Ruoyin chose an extremely foolish method, clearly feeling Jiang Huaining’s delicacy.

Perhaps all supernatural beings had the ability to charm.

Jiang Huaining’s skin was exceptionally soft and luminous. Touching one piece of skin made her want to touch more, wishing she could press her whole hand against it.

She was a treasure, deserving of careful caressing, feeling every inch of exquisite carving.

Yu Ruoyin certainly didn’t dare to do that, but she still inevitably felt the curves of Jiang Huaining’s body.

Slender waistline, full softness—every inch was of the finest charm.

Even though her eyes couldn’t see, her soul was half-charmed away. Such a graceful and firm figure could easily bewitch anyone. She constantly swallowed her saliva, her tongue getting hot. She couldn’t help opening her mouth to breathe, and water droplets splashed onto her tongue. The sudden presence of water droplets in her mouth made her choke.

“Cough, cough.” Yu Ruoyin couldn’t help coughing twice.

She wanted to reach up to stroke her throat, but another hand reached her neck first: “A-yin.”

Yu Ruoyin jumped in fright. Before she could cry out, the black cloth covering her vision was pulled down.

Jiang Huaining had actually woken up, and was looking at Yu Ruoyin tenderly at that moment.

Her soft, smooth face was covered with tiny water droplets. Her long, dark hair hung down to her waist, and a few wet strands clung to her face, adding a touch of allure.

Her fair skin had a delicate rosy-peach color. Her eyelashes were dotted with sparkling water droplets, trembling as if covered with a thin mist. Her beautiful eyes gradually became hazy behind the misty veil, yet they were even more captivating.

Yu Ruoyin was lost in a daze, her gaze slowly rolling downward.

As soon as her eyes touched the softness, she quickly drew them back.

Yu Ruoyin stood rooted to the spot, completely flustered: “You… Aunt Ning, when did you wake up?”

“When you were taking off my clothes.”

?

So, while she was struggling to wipe Jiang Huaining’s body, Jiang Huaining was awake, even quietly enjoying the sight of her.

“Ah!” Yu Ruoyin was startled. The hand that was still resting on Jiang Huaining’s waist quickly withdrew. She anxiously tried to cover her naked body: “You… how could you…”

Yu Ruoyin couldn’t finish her sentence. The moment she let go, Jiang Huaining’s body crashed into her arms.

Yu Ruoyin had no choice but to hurriedly reach out to catch Jiang Huaining. Softness pressed against her chest. The unfamiliar touch made her instantly sensitive, and a tip of softness emerged. She bit her lip, suppressing the strange sound that was about to escape her throat. Jiang Huaining, however, seemed oblivious. She clung tightly to Yu Ruoyin, her lips almost kissing her earlobe: “A-yin, I have no strength.”

She truly was extremely weak.

It was the sense of danger that woke her up.

Jiang Huaining didn’t even have the strength to stand. Yu Ruoyin didn’t bother to maintain her distance anymore. She quickly helped clean up both Jiang Huaining and herself, then carried Jiang Huaining to a chair in the bedroom.

Jiang Huaining leaned against her, dozing off.

Yu Ruoyin held her head: “Don’t sleep yet. I’ll blow-dry your hair first.”

Jiang Huaining held her hand, and with the other finger, pointed to the bookshelf in the bedroom, which held the books Yu Ruoyin had been curious about.

Her voice was very faint: “Up there… ahem… there is the Witch Painter…”

Jiang Huaining fell asleep again before finishing her sentence.

Yu Ruoyin was afraid she would catch a cold, so she rushed to blow-dry her hair and carried her to the bed.

After successfully tucking Jiang Huaining into the quilt, Yu Ruoyin didn’t even bother with her own hair and quickly went to the bookshelf to find what Jiang Huaining had mentioned.

The Secret Arts of Pinghu Mountain

Talisman Guide

…

Witch Painter Secret Order

Yu Ruoyin felt that the title of this book didn’t sound like it taught her how to become a Witch Painter, but since she couldn’t find any other content related to Witch Painter, she took this book down, quickly flipped through a couple of pages, and sat by Jiang Huaining’s bed. She looked at Jiang Huaining’s peaceful sleeping face and remained silent for a long time.

As sleepiness washed over her, she finally managed to utter a faint sound: “Beautiful wife, you won’t suddenly abandon me, right?”

She wasn’t saying it for Jiang Huaining to hear, but for herself.

Yu Ruoyin hadn’t voiced it, but she had long firmly remembered the fact that she was a jinx. She would bring misfortune to everyone, including herself.

Jiang Huaining had said that she had already jinxed herself to death and wouldn’t jinx anyone else anymore.

However, this might not necessarily be words of comfort from Jiang Huaining. Even Lu Qingzhen said she couldn’t be counted as truly dead.

Bad fate, could see ghosts but had no power.

What else could she be but a burden?

Perhaps she should learn to walk away; that would be best for everyone. But she was a selfish person. She couldn’t let go of Zhuang Ciyue, and she couldn’t let go of Jiang Huaining.

She had been lonely for too long. After finally having her friend back and gaining family.

She was a greedy person, unable to let go.

“I’m sorry, but I won’t be a burden forever.”

Yu Ruoyin tightly grasped the book and quietly left Jiang Huaining’s room.

Jiang Huaining wasn’t the only one who felt exhausted from this trip. Yu Ruoyin, having just entered a new environment and experienced so much, also felt extremely tired. She returned to her room intending to read properly but unexpectedly fell into a deep sleep the moment she climbed into bed. When she woke up again, it was already noon the next day.

Yu Ruoyin washed up and went into Jiang Huaining’s room. Jiang Huaining was still sleeping, showing no signs of waking up.

Just as she was considering whether to stay and keep Jiang Huaining company, Xia Yu floated past the doorway: “Hey, she still needs to sleep for a few days. Are you really planning to sit here for that long? Come downstairs and help out.”

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