The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 42.2

Before Yingzhu could finish her complaints, Jiang Huaining interrupted her: “You should be thinking now about how to explain the matter of her bone brush coming from you. Did she go to the Underworld, or did you come to the mortal realm?”

“Of course… of course it was…”

Yingzhu stammered, unable to provide an answer. Jiang Huaining gave her a disappointed sidelong glance and tossed the question directly to Zhuang Huaishu: “Witch Master Zhuang, when did you meet her?”

Zhuang Huaishu was not the type to cover for Yingzhu. She leaned against the back of her chair, looking at Yingzhu with a half-smile: “Forty-five years ago, she went by the surname Kang back then.”

Kang!

Zhuang Huaishu wouldn’t say this without reason. Before Yu Ruoyin could figure it out, Jiang Huaining’s expression had already completely darkened: “Painting Witch, I was right to hit you.”

Painting Witch.

Yu Ruoyin remembered as well—the clan of Painting Witches also had the surname Kang.

Did this King of the Revolving Wheel once reincarnate as a member of the Kang family? Why? As she learned more about the Painting Witches, Yu Ruoyin gradually realized they were a family subjected to heavy curses. Even if Yingzhu wanted to reincarnate, as the King of the Revolving Wheel who controls reincarnation, she could have chosen a better fate for herself.

Yingzhu certainly wouldn’t answer the questions in her heart.

Yingzhu’s face was extremely ugly. She glared at Zhuang Huaishu: “You really are heartless.”

She practically flew to Jiang Huaining’s side and hugged her arm tightly: “I will definitely give you an explanation for this. Don’t rush to settle the score with me first. Let’s resolve the formation issue. You’re here for proper business, right? I swear I absolutely had no intention of harming you.”

She had correctly guessed Jiang Huaining’s thoughts. Jiang Huaining pulled her arm away: “Yingzhu, I thought we were friends.”

“We are definitely friends!” Yingzhu quickly replied. Seeing that Jiang Huaining’s attitude was still icy, she immediately patted Yu Ruoyin: “I’ll go clean up the mess first. Put in a few good words for me. I will explain everything clearly.”

“I…” Yu Ruoyin wanted to refuse, but after Yingzhu asked her, she instinctively wanted to agree.

She bit her lip and remained silent. Yingzhu had already moved to Zhuang Huaishu’s side. She snatched the wheelchair from Zhuang Ciyue, and with a mix of threat and coercion, wheeled Zhuang Huaishu away: “If it weren’t for you, my sneaking into the mortal realm would never have been discovered. As punishment, you’re coming with me to clean up this mess. You are not allowed to refuse, and you are not qualified to refuse!”

Yingzhu pushed the wheelchair and was instantly gone from the room. Yu Ruoyin worried that she might take the chance to slip away.

Jiang Huaining was not worried at all. She offered no explanation to Yu Ruoyin and focused her attention on Nan He and Lu Qichun.

Zhuang Ciyue looked at them, then at the direction where Zhuang Huaishu had disappeared, and ultimately chose to follow: “Grand-Aunt! Lady Yingzhu! Wait for me!”

Yu Ruoyin didn’t know if Zhuang Ciyue could catch up with Yingzhu and the others. She only knew one thing clearly: their mission this time had failed.

Lu Qichun was dead.

Lu Qichun’s soul had been absorbed by the formation quite a bit. She now looked quite muddled, her empty eyes staring blankly in one direction. Her unstable soul seemed liable to dissipate in Nan He’s arms at any moment. Jiang Huaining stared at Lu Qichun’s soul, gently raised her hand, and pressed it against her glabella. Specks of golden mist emerged from her fingertip, stabilizing Lu Qichun’s soul.

Lu Qichun’s soul gradually became more solid, and her eyes slowly cleared.

Yu Ruoyin felt the red jade fruit on her chest grow hot again. Jiang Huaining’s hand wrapped around her back and gently pushed her waist.

Yu Ruoyin looked at Jiang Huaining uncertainly, but Jiang Huaining’s gaze was still fixed on Lu Qichun.

“Aunt Ning… you…” Yu Ruoyin covered the hot red jade fruit with one hand and suddenly grabbed Lu Qichun’s wrist with the other: “Do… do you have any last wish?”

Jiang Huaining clearly hadn’t spoken, but intuition told Yu Ruoyin that Jiang Huaining wanted her to do this.

She should help Lu Qichun, just like she helped Sang Qian last time.

Lu Qichun looked strangely at Yu Ruoyin, then at Nan He, who was holding her: “Who… who are you? Who… who am I?”

Lu Qichun’s soul had suffered damage. Even with Jiang Huaining’s help to stabilize it, she couldn’t fully recover, having even forgotten her identity and death. In this state, it seemed difficult for her to articulate any wishes.

That was good, too.

No demander meant no depletion.

Yu Ruoyin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She was afraid that Lu Qichun’s wish would require Jiang Huaining’s reliance, afraid of Jiang Huaining’s power being depleted, and afraid of her falling unconscious.

Between death and becoming a spirit, Yu Ruoyin would choose the latter.

But saving her life should not come at a price to Jiang Huaining.

Her heart was quietly changing, and her thoughts were shifting, but she ignored that Jiang Huaining was not someone who would easily give up. She saw Jiang Huaining summon that table again and quickly began mixing milk tea. Yu Ruoyin rushed to the table and stopped Jiang Huaining: “Aunt Ning, what are you doing?”

Jiang Huaining didn’t even lift her head. She busied herself: “Helping her retrieve her memories. Her current and former ones must be recovered. She must remember her deepest desire!”

Yu Ruoyin wasn’t sure how much it would cost to help a soulless spirit regain memory, but she knew clearly that Jiang Huaining was overly persistent, which didn’t seem like a good thing.

The familiar burning sensation, the familiar instruction, made it hard for Yu Ruoyin not to recall the green mist that floated towards her from Sang Qian’s body.

Lu Qichun might possess the same power as Sang Qian—the green mist that could empower her. That was also the reason for Jiang Huaining’s persistence.

Jiang Huaining needed Lu Qichun to be grateful to her, like Sang Qian, so that the power would willingly enter her body, no matter the cost. But this was not what Yu Ruoyin wanted.

Yu Ruoyin grabbed Jiang Huaining’s wrist, using all her strength: “Aunt Ning, I can already draw witchcraft now. I can grow stronger by myself. You don’t need to use this method to help me get power.”

She had previously been afraid that one wrong word would change her relationship with Jiang Huaining, but now, fearing Jiang Huaining would be hurt, she openly stated her guess. Jiang Huaining was somewhat surprised: “A’Yin, when did you find out?”

Jiang Huaining’s reaction confirmed Yu Ruoyin’s speculation. Just as Yu Ruoyin was about to explain, Jiang Huaining had already pulled her hand free.

Jiang Huaining no longer cared when Yu Ruoyin had guessed her desire for that power. She hurriedly continued mixing the milk tea, her expression more anxious than before.

“Aunt Ning!”

Yu Ruoyin wanted to dissuade her, but Jiang Huaining snapped at her for the first time: “Don’t interrupt! The soul has been out of the body for too long; there won’t be time!”

She had been held in Jiang Huaining’s palm for too long, and being suddenly yelled at made it difficult to adapt. She stood stunned for a moment.

Jiang Huaining handed the prepared milk tea to Lu Qichun while Yu Ruoyin was still frozen in place.

Jiang Huaining started to regret it. She cautiously approached Yu Ruoyin: “A’Yin, I didn’t mean to shout at you, I just…”

Hearing Jiang Huaining’s voice, Yu Ruoyin finally snapped back to reality.

She didn’t quite catch Jiang Huaining’s apology. She turned and pulled Jiang Huaining: “Aunt Ning, are you hurt? How long will you be unconscious this time? Do you want to draw back some of your power from me?”

Words of concern bypassed the brief quarrel. Jiang Huaining laughed, soothing the anxious and sweaty Yu Ruoyin: “A’Yin, I’m not that fragile. It’s just recovering memories; it doesn’t require such a huge price.”

“But…” Lu Qichun hadn’t stated her wish yet.

Yu Ruoyin looked at Lu Qichun with increased annoyance: “Do we have to help her?”

Jiang Huaining covered Yu Ruoyin’s mouth and whispered in her ear: “We must. A’Yin, please ask again, okay?”

No.

Yu Ruoyin really wanted to refuse, but she didn’t have the courage to disappoint Jiang Huaining’s kindness.

She didn’t move immediately. Jiang Huaining pinched her waist, gently pushing her with her fingers: “If I had a choice, I wouldn’t want to help her at all.”

The extremely low voice made Yu Ruoyin feel uneasy, and she thought she detected hatred.

Jiang Huaining was not the type of person to dislike others simply because a transaction depleted her strength, especially when Jiang Huaining was the one insisting on the transaction.

The only explanation was probably that they had an old enmity, but how was that possible?

Yu Ruoyin wanted to peek at Jiang Huaining’s expression, but Jiang Huaining didn’t give her the opportunity. She pinched Yu Ruoyin’s waist from behind, pushing her forward, not allowing her the right to look back.

Yu Ruoyin walked dejectedly to Nan He and Lu Qichun, forcing a friendly and gentle smile: “Lu Qichun, do you have any wish? As long as it’s not resurrection, we can help you achieve it.”

The first to understand her was Nan He. Nan He hadn’t noticed the small quarrel between her and Jiang Huaining. She only knew that the milk tea Jiang Huaining gave could help Lu Qichun recover her memories, and she thanked them sincerely: “Little Yu, Boss Jiang, thank you. You are both so kind.”

Each had their own thoughts, and they felt a little guilty faced with Nan He’s sincerity.

Yu Ruoyin avoided eye contact with Nan He: “You’re welcome. We’re happy to help as much as we can.”

The moment she looked away from Nan He, her eyes met Lu Qichun’s.

Jiang Huaining’s milk tea had recovered not only Lu Qichun’s current life’s memories but also her former ones. Too many memories crammed together made it difficult for her to process, and her expression was somewhat dull, but her eyes suddenly brightened when they met Yu Ruoyin’s. She raised her hand and pointed at Yu Ruoyin: “You… didn’t you die?”

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