The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 4

It wasn’t until close to the afternoon that Yu Ruoyin finally remembered to ask clearly about Jiang Huaining’s identity.

Jiang Huaining wasn’t a ghost, but one of those who dealt with ghosts on a regular basis.

This overly luxurious-looking milk tea shop wasn’t actually aimed at humans—the true clientele were ghosts, demons, sorcerers, and spirits.

The milk tea shop was called Four Spirits, located at the west corner of Longyu Street. However, it wouldn’t appear during the day—only after midnight. Past twelve o’clock, if one walked through the walls of a narrow alley on West Street, they could find the Four Spirits shop. Its business hours lasted only four hours.

All the milk tea there was brewed by Jiang Huaining herself. The drinks had many effects: some allowed people to see the deceased, some could erase memories, and some could absorb the resentment lingering in a soul… Jiang Huaining would mix the tea according to the customer’s needs, then charge an equivalent price. Payment wasn’t limited to money—it could be magical artifacts, talismans, or charms.

Besides Jiang Huaining, there were four other employees in Four Spirits: Chunchen, Xiayu, Qiuluo, and Dongyan.

They would not appear at the same time; at most, two might work together. Each person worked just over three months a year, and the rest of the time, they were nowhere to be found.

Jiang Huaining also explained the fruit at Yu Ruoyin’s neck. The fruit was called Chiyang, a kind of identity token.

Every employee in the shop had one—it served as a pass that allowed free entry and exit of Four Spirits. Inside was a cubic space for storing items.

There was no need for Yu Ruoyin to take it off. Normally, she could just wear it as a necklace.

There were many flaws in Jiang Huaining’s explanation, but strangely, the usually suspicious Yu Ruoyin didn’t feel like pressing for more.

Ever since meeting Jiang Huaining, she seemed… dazed.

Not a total loss of reason—she still knew what she was doing—but her instincts told her that everything Jiang Huaining said was right. Her gaze couldn’t help but follow her, wanting only to quietly admire her. Maybe Zhuang Ciyue was right after all—she really was someone who lost her mind at the sight of beauty.

When Jiang Huaining saw Yu Ruoyin stop asking questions, she handed her a bank card:

“Take this.”

Yu Ruoyin blinked in confusion.

Jiang Huaining explained gently, “You’re still a student. As your wife, I should support you. There’s five hundred thousand in this card. When you finish it, I’ll give you more.”

Just yesterday, she had been interviewing for jobs. Today, she was living off a wife.

Yu Ruoyin stared at the card, feeling unreal. In movies, running into ghosts usually meant a tragic death. How come she met a female ghost, and not only did she survive, she got a beautiful and generous wife too?

She could hardly call herself unlucky anymore—this was pure good fortune!

Suddenly, encountering a ghost didn’t seem so unacceptable.

Clutching the card tightly, Yu Ruoyin thought it over and asked again:

“Jiang… pretty wife, you really are human, right?”

“Of course.”

Jiang Huaining gave her a firm answer—but her expression changed. The rosy lips suddenly lost all color, leaving a deathly pallor that shocked Yu Ruoyin.

Frightened, Yu Ruoyin hesitated, reaching out: “You…”

She only wanted to show concern, but a voice suddenly came from the counter.

“Never heard of someone living for tens of thousands of years.”

Yu Ruoyin turned toward the voice—another woman had suddenly appeared behind the counter.

This woman wasn’t as breathtakingly beautiful as Jiang Huaining, but she was still a beauty, looking younger, too.

What drew attention most was her bold, fiery red hair. The strands swayed like flames—it didn’t seem like a color dye could achieve.

With her arrival came the strong smell of alcohol, almost overwhelming the delicate fragrance that lingered around Jiang Huaining.

Yu Ruoyin wrinkled her nose, searching for the source.

She quickly saw the opened bottles on the counter, all half-empty but not yet finished.

This one seemed like an alcoholic.

Before greeting anyone, the woman tipped up a bottle and gulped deeply.

Only after finishing half the bottle did she burp contentedly, leaning lazily against the counter with another bottle in hand. She grinned at Yu Ruoyin:

“Little sister, have you ever heard of someone living tens of thousands of years?”

Of course not.

But… had Jiang Huaining really lived that long? She didn’t look older than thirty.

Yu Ruoyin’s curious gaze slid toward Jiang Huaining, whose face had darkened ever since this woman appeared. The gentle, spring-breeze expression was now a mask of frost.

“Xiayu, stop talking nonsense.”

From her words, Yu Ruoyin immediately understood—the woman was one of the Four Spirits employees: Xiayu.

But though she was a worker, her attitude toward Jiang Huaining wasn’t exactly respectful. She lounged against the counter, smiling strangely:

“Nonsense? Boss, don’t you know best whether I’m talking nonsense?”

Xiayu’s eyes narrowed, staring at Jiang Huaining’s pale lips.

“Boss, lies pile up. You know there’s always retribution.”

“You—!” Jiang Huaining hadn’t spoken yet, but Yu Ruoyin was already angry.

She felt Xiayu’s words were a curse aimed at Jiang Huaining.

And maybe it worked—sweat broke out on Jiang Huaining’s forehead, and she looked even weaker.

Xiayu curved her lips in delight. “See? Retribution.”

“Pretty wife…” Yu Ruoyin grew more anxious. In her panic, she blurted nonsense:

“Why keep such an employee who curses her boss? Fire her!”

“Not very brave, but quite the temper.” Xiayu didn’t mind her hostility, taking another swig. “Fire me? Ha, how naïve. Why don’t you ask your dear wife—do you even have the power to fire me?”

“I…”

Yu Ruoyin wasn’t stupid.

From the type of clientele Four Spirits had, Xiayu couldn’t be a simple employee.

She’d spoken in anger just now—not because she truly thought she could fire her.

Yu Ruoyin was about to explain when Jiang Huaining snapped coldly:

“Shut up.”

The sharp reprimand froze her into silence. Jiang Huaining quickly realized it wasn’t right—she turned back to the frightened Yu Ruoyin.

“I wasn’t talking to you, I—”

She meant to explain, but Xiayu didn’t wait. She came out from behind the counter, walked up to Jiang Huaining, and stared at her bloodless lips.

“Boss, do you think you’ll die?”

The question was startlingly sincere—with a trace of expectation.

Jiang Huaining ignored her, still watching Yu Ruoyin.

Xiayu followed her gaze, eyes falling on Yu Ruoyin too.

The girl’s youthful face and clear brows made her chuckle mockingly.

“So it’s you again.”

Her lazy voice sounded almost in Yu Ruoyin’s ear, thick with alcohol.

The smell wasn’t terrible, but Yu Ruoyin had no tolerance—her head ached, hearing dim.

“What?” she asked faintly.

Xiayu just stared with a smile that never reached her eyes.

Yu Ruoyin instinctively stepped back.

The way Jiang Huaining looked at her was comforting. The way Xiayu looked at her was oppressive.

In Xiayu’s gaze, she wasn’t human—just something fragile that could be crushed anytime.

Yu Ruoyin felt suffocated. Her breathing grew heavy.

Jiang Huaining grabbed Xiayu’s collar and yanked her away from Yu Ruoyin.

“Xiayu, shut your mouth!”

Xiayu shook her head, her blurred gaze sharpening a little.

Seeing Jiang Huaining’s anxiety, her smile turned more malicious.

“Boss, I really don’t see what’s good about humans. Short-lived and useless.”

Yu Ruoyin finally understood.

Neither Jiang Huaining nor Xiayu were human. And Xiayu clearly hated people.

Carefully widening the distance, Yu Ruoyin’s eyes flicked toward the door, planning her escape. She gathered courage and asked:

“You… don’t like humans?”

“How could I not? I love humans. Especially you.”

Xiayu winked, but her smile stayed cold.

“Too bad—you’ll die.”

Thump-thump-thump—

Her heart raced erratically. Yu Ruoyin’s face turned deathly pale.

Was this a threat? Or a warning?

Her survival instinct screamed louder, her eyes darting to the door more frequently.

The air in the shop grew stifling. Xiayu’s gaze turned sharp as blades, scraping Yu Ruoyin’s skin raw.

Clutching her face, Yu Ruoyin hadn’t finished planning her escape route when Jiang Huaining’s voice cut in:

“She won’t die.”

Her eyes were sharper than Xiayu’s, and the room dropped several degrees colder.

Yu Ruoyin’s heart pounded wildly. Her feet were already turning toward the door.

Xiayu, unfazed, sneered: “And what can you—”

“Get out!”

Before she finished, Jiang Huaining slapped her shoulder, almost shattering it.

Yu Ruoyin’s heart lurched—she bolted.

In an instant, she dashed out of the shop, leaving the two behind in shock.

Xiayu came to her senses first, laughing aloud.

“Boss, wasn’t me who didn’t get out—your little wife ran faster.”

Her shattered shoulder healed rapidly.

Jiang Huaining looked deeply toward the shop door, then fixed her icy gaze on Xiayu.

“Xiayu. We need to talk.”

Xiayu shrugged. “What’s there to talk about? If you turned me mute, I’d naturally shut up.”

“Alcohol isn’t an excuse for insolence.”

Dragging Xiayu behind the counter, Jiang Huaining pulled out a wooden bucket from the kitchen and shoved it at her. She pressed her palm to Xiayu’s abdomen with force.

Xiayu gagged violently. Every drop of liquor she’d drunk poured out into the bucket.

The flushed haze on her cheeks vanished completely.

Satisfied she was sober, Jiang Huaining said:

“Don’t forget your duty.”

Xiayu leaned against the bucket, panting.

“And you, Boss? Do you remember your identity? Tricking underworld officials to play along, lying to drag the King of the Underworld into this… Chunsian? What Chunsian? There’s no such thing! How many times will you try before you give up?”

“Chunsian isn’t something I made up. It exists. Just not in the Underworld.”

Lowering her head, Jiang Huaining cast her a final glance.

“Stop meddling in my affairs. And keep your mouth shut.”

She said no more, heading out of the shop.

Xiayu hesitated a moment, then got up and followed.

Jiang Huaining glared back. Xiayu spread her hands.

“Didn’t you say not to forget my duty? You’re my boss. Helping you drag back a runaway bride is part of that duty.”

“……”

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