The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 56.2

Neither Jiang Huaining nor the woman paid her any mind. Jiang Huaining tapped the woman’s forehead lightly and pointed toward Yu Ruoyin: “Go.”

The woman immediately walked toward Yu Ruoyin.

This was Qiu Luo.

She looked to be in her early twenties. She didn’t have Xia Yu’s flamboyant looks, nor was she peerless like Jiang Huaining.

How to describe that face?

Every feature radiated a sense of peace—not just gentleness, but tranquility.

Just looking at her, even the most agitated heart would slowly calm down.

Yu Ruoyin’s paranoid thoughts began to subside. As she watched Qiu Luo walk toward her, she actually felt an impulse to meet her halfway.

She did indeed take two steps forward before stopping, realizing how strange it was. From a distance, Qiu Luo wasn’t striking, but a closer look revealed a profound beauty. Strangely, her hair was quite bold: one half was light green, and the other half was deep brown.

One was the color of spring; the other, the color of autumn.

Yu Ruoyin didn’t like the color of autumn; she didn’t like the feeling of life withering.

She didn’t know why she felt this way. Her gaze instinctively avoided Qiu Luo’s hair and settled on her face.

It was very strange.

Before meeting Qiu Luo, Yu Ruoyin had disliked her.

But after seeing her, she actually felt a desire to lean on her.

Yu Ruoyin wanted to shake off such strange thoughts, but the idea only grew clearer. She stared at Qiu Luo’s eyes without blinking, watching as Qiu Luo walked up to her and took her hand.

Qiu Luo’s palm was very warm, and she carried a scent akin to sunlight. It wasn’t scorching hot; it was just deeply warming. It was the kind of scent that made one’s heart go soft, a scent one instinctively wanted to be near. This soft, warm feeling was like… a mother.

“Mama,” Yu Ruoyin blurted out the title she had suppressed in her heart.

Qiu Luo was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded at her.

At this moment, Yu Ruoyin truly felt that Qiu Luo was her mother. Even though she didn’t remember what her mother looked like, she wanted to demand if Qiu Luo had planted a Soul-Loss Gu in her, if she had made her forget her. But she couldn’t speak. At that instant, both her and Qiu Luo’s bodies underwent obvious changes: a slender branch grew from each of their heads.

The one on Yu Ruoyin’s head was condensed from fire; the one on Qiu Luo’s was condensed from water. The two branches intertwined, and the water branch gradually swallowed the fire branch.

Yu Ruoyin suddenly felt very drowsy. Her eyes closed uncontrollably, and she began to fall toward the ground. She was met not by the cold earth, but by a warm embrace.

“A-Yin,” came Jiang Huaining’s voice.

Yu Ruoyin’s consciousness cleared slightly. She was not Xia Yu; she didn’t need to fall into a deep sleep. Waking as if from a dream, her eyes snapped wide open.

The transition from Summer to Autumn was over. Jiang Huaining was by her side.

The barrier slowly vanished, and the collapsing small world faded away. The lingering heat dissipated with the arrival of autumn. Outside, it was raining. A pitter-patter of light rain fell, and slightly cool droplets landed on the tip of her nose, carrying a pleasant scent.

Yu Ruoyin hadn’t liked rain much before, but knowing this rain came because of Qiu Luo, her heart suddenly filled with joy. She spread her hands, unable to resist reaching out to catch the raindrops. Jiang Huaining stayed by her side, watching her intently.

Jiang Huaining didn’t disturb Yu Ruoyin’s enjoyment, but Yu Ruoyin was startled awake by Yingzhu.

Once the barrier disappeared and the seasons were temporarily stabilized, Yingzhu pestered Qiu Luo, who didn’t quite recognize her: “Qiu Luo, do you remember who I am?”

Qiu Luo still didn’t recognize her, identifying her only by the Yin energy clinging to her: “Ghost girl, do we know each other?”

Her confusion didn’t seem faked, which made Yingzhu feel a bit of a breakdown: “Huaining, why doesn’t she recognize me? Xia Yu’s memory should have me in it.”

Jiang Huaining pondered for a moment before saying, “Xia Yu has dissipated. A-Yin only got a third of her power, so the memories Qiu Luo can access are only a third. It’s normal that she doesn’t recognize you.”

Yingzhu originally believed this, until Xing Ruoyuan and Lu Qingzhen walked over. They greeted Qiu Luo: “Lord Qiu.”

Qiu Luo nodded slightly: “A-Zhen, Ruoyuan.”

“Never mind Lu Qingzhen, does Xia Yu remember Xing Ruoyuan better than me?”

Jiang Huaining: “Perhaps she just doesn’t like you.”

“…” Yingzhu pointed at Yu Ruoyin: “In the end, is it Xia Yu who doesn’t like me, or is it her?”

“Yingzhu, you’re too noisy.”

The residual spiritual power from Xia Yu belonged to Yu Ruoyin, so the memories shared followed Yu Ruoyin’s will, even if she couldn’t see the content of Xia Yu’s memories.

Seeing Jiang Huaining’s attitude, Yingzhu couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Yu Ruoyin: “You really are… I snatched that power for nothing…”

Jiang Huaining didn’t like her speaking of Yu Ruoyin that way and stopped her: “Yingzhu, haven’t you realized yet that you’ve caused trouble?”

“What did I do? I helped her and now it’s my fault? Jiang Huaining, you can’t be too biased, you…”

Jiang Huaining interrupted her: “You know better than I do who is capable of splitting Xia Yu’s power.”

“You mean…” Yingzhu stopped talking. She was silent for a long time, then suddenly grabbed Kang Miaoxian, who was about to leave with Kang Shuming: “Kang Miaoxian, where exactly did you take my thing?”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb with me.” Yingzhu’s face was very pale. She shouted at Kang Miaoxian: “The soul! Kang Nanhua’s soul!”

The name “Kang Nanhua” seemed to be a taboo for Yingzhu; after shouting it, her expression worsened significantly. She might have suffered too many backlashes, as she was suddenly unable to stand steady. Zhuang Huaishu reached out to support her. Yingzhu didn’t even have time to thank her, staring deathly at Kang Miaoxian: “Where is the soul?”

Kang Miaoxian pulled her arm away from Yingzhu’s palm: “I didn’t take the soul. What I took was the po (physical soul). If you’re asking about the po, I can tell you that my ancestor’s po has already been absorbed by me. Half the power is for my use, and the other half was used to keep my aunt in the mortal realm.”

“You… how could you have the heart? She is your ancestor!”

“Ancestor.” Kang Miaoxian looked deeply at Kang Shuming beside her, her smile bitter and desperate: “Thanks to this ancestor, our family has suffered through curses for generations. If your talent isn’t high enough, you die; if it’s too high, your relatives die. A tragedy that repeats endlessly, constantly remembering who your fated lover is at the moment of greatest happiness… Great-Aunt, I don’t think I’m wrong. I only had my aunt left as a relative. If I couldn’t keep her, I would be all alone in this world. You wouldn’t have stayed with me, would you? You are the Wheel-Turning King, not a Kang family member burdened by a curse. To you, I am not family.”

“I didn’t think I was wrong to take her power before, and now with more memories, I certainly won’t think I’m wrong.”

Yingzhu was startled and suddenly looked at Kang Shuming: “You remember who she used to be to you?”

“So…” Kang Miaoxian touched her lips, her eyes gradually filling with sorrow: “That’s it. You are the Wheel-Turning King, in charge of reincarnation. How could you not know our original identities? Great-Aunt… this is the last time I’ll call you that. When you were with the Kang family back then, pretending to dote on me and my aunt, I thought you actually had some feelings for us. Thinking back, I was really dreaming. How many tragedies have you watched me and my aunt go through in the Mirror of Reincarnation? Watching us give birth to children, only to suddenly remember our original lover has become a niece or a daughter—it must have been very interesting.”

Yingzhu didn’t answer Kang Miaoxian. She withdrew her gaze from Kang Shuming: “You said you only took her po and didn’t lie to me?”

Kang Miaoxian was no longer willing to speak.

The answer for Yingzhu came from Jiang Huaining, who had heard this answer early on: “Probably not. She has no reason to lie.”

“Then where did the soul go?”

Seeing Yingzhu’s confused expression, Jiang Huaining shook her head helplessly: “Yingzhu, you should ask yourself.”

Yingzhu finally realized what kind of trouble she had caused. She instinctively wanted to leave: “I… I have to report this to the King of Hades.”

She didn’t succeed in leaving because Jiang Huaining stopped her: “Wait, come back to the Four Spirits Shop with me first.”

Jiang Huaining didn’t explain to Yingzhu, but Yingzhu agreed anyway. She really listened to Jiang Huaining and was very dependent on Qiu Luo. Even though Qiu Luo didn’t remember her, after agreeing to return to the shop, Yingzhu reached out and grabbed Qiu Luo: “Qiu Luo, let’s go together.”

Qiu Luo had a very good temper. Although she didn’t know Yingzhu, she didn’t push her away or make her sad.

Zhuang Huaishu’s expression shifted, but she said nothing and made no move.

The one who pulled Yingzhu and Qiu Luo apart was Yu Ruoyin, who seemingly had no deep connection to either of them. Yu Ruoyin didn’t know what she was thinking; she just felt annoyed by Yingzhu clinging to Qiu Luo. She forcibly separated the two: “Yingzhu, you already have a wife. Don’t pester my mama.”

Yu Ruoyin had called Qiu Luo “mama” very quietly before, so quietly that only Qiu Luo heard it. Now, she said it loudly, and everyone heard it clearly.

Yingzhu was confused, and Zhuang Ciyue was even more so: “Mama?”

Zhuang Ciyue tugged at Yu Ruoyin, her voice low: “Xiaoyu, didn’t you hate autumn? You… how can you just go up and claim her as your mom?”

“I know you miss your auntie, but it’s unlikely she’s her.”

Yu Ruoyin curled her lip: “Why is it unlikely?”

Zhuang Ciyue continued to pull at Yu Ruoyin, afraid she was so desperate for family that she was recognizing mothers at random: “Xiaoyu, she only has three months of memory.”

Three months… no mother would only remember her child for three months without the child noticing something was wrong, but… but she didn’t remember her mother very clearly either, and Qiu Luo had just agreed.

Yu Ruoyin struggled to free her hand from Zhuang Ciyue and pointed at Qiu Luo: “I just called her mama, and she smiled at me and nodded.”

Jiang Huaining was surprised, and Yingzhu found it absurd: “Qiu Luo, you agreed to it?”

Qiu Luo was still smiling: “She called me mama; I should agree.”

Yingzhu was incredulous: “She calls you, and you just agree?”

Qiu Luo didn’t understand Yingzhu’s shock. She looked gently at Yu Ruoyin and explained softly, “If I didn’t agree, she would be sad.”

“You’re worried she’ll be sad?” Yingzhu grabbed Lu Qingzhen and pinched her hard. Only when she heard Lu Qingzhen scream did she believe what she was hearing was real. This shocked her even more: “Are you close with her?”

Normally, only people who are close enough worry about whether their reaction will make the other person sad. Yingzhu and the others all thought this way, but Qiu Luo didn’t. She looked Yu Ruoyin over seriously and said softly, “I don’t know her. Well… that’s not right. I am her mama now.”

“…”

Qiu Luo clearly didn’t sense the speechlessness of Yingzhu and the others. She smiled very tenderly at Yu Ruoyin: “If you like, you can call me mama all the time. My personality is quite good; I think I will be a good mama.”

Yu Ruoyin understood. Qiu Luo wasn’t her mother. Only three months of memory couldn’t support her being a mother to a child for ten years, but… but Qiu Luo was truly so gentle. That gentleness was different from Jiang Huaining’s favoritism; it was a true maternal radiance. She was exactly like the mother in her imagination: kind, amiable, and very easy to talk to. Her smile was like warm sunshine.

Yu Ruoyin couldn’t continue to dislike Qiu Luo. Her nose felt slightly tingly: “Then… can you give me a hug?”

Qiu Luo didn’t hesitate. She opened her arms to Yu Ruoyin.

As she was about to hug her, Lu Qingzhen suddenly grabbed her: “Lord Qiu! She is Lord Jiang’s new bride!”

Lu Qingzhen had seen Jiang Huaining’s possessiveness toward Yu Ruoyin and was worried Qiu Luo would suffer for the hug. Unexpectedly, Jiang Huaining said lightly, “I don’t mind.”

Lu Qingzhen doubted her ears. What made her doubt them even more was Qiu Luo’s reaction.

Qiu Luo’s gentle brows furrowed slightly. She looked at the overly young Yu Ruoyin, then at Jiang Huaining: “She looks very young. Surely My Lord didn’t lure away a young girl?”

She was questioning Jiang Huaining? As Jiang Huaining’s subordinate, she was questioning her boss because of Yu Ruoyin?

Lu Qingzhen and the others were Jiang Huaining’s most loyal followers. Most of the people around Yu Ruoyin, except for Zhuang Ciyue, felt she was unworthy of Jiang Huaining. Now, the spirit closest to Jiang Huaining was siding with Yu Ruoyin. This was something no one expected.

Even more unexpected was Jiang Huaining’s reaction. She deliberately put on a pained look and nudged Yu Ruoyin gently: “A-Yin, did I lure you away?”

Yu Ruoyin snapped back to her senses and waved her hands hurriedly: “No! Auntie Ning didn’t!”

Only after hearing Yu Ruoyin’s answer did Qiu Luo’s expression relax: “That’s good then.”

She still hugged Yu Ruoyin, whispering a careful instruction in her ear: “If My Lord bullies you, you can tell Mama.”

Qiu Luo’s embrace was warm enough to make Yu Ruoyin want to cry. She wasn’t her mama, but she truly felt like mama. Soft and warm, and siding with her own child.

It was hard for Yu Ruoyin not to like Qiu Luo.

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