The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 59.2

Those with poor strength might not see it, but it was impossible for Lian Zhen not to notice where her demonic power was flowing.

She simply didn’t want to admit that Shen Yinmeng was the person she had been searching for for over four thousand years.

“No, she doesn’t… she doesn’t look like this. She… I remember my benefactor was as beautiful as a celestial being. She…” Lian Zhen’s voice stopped abruptly. Her own power had already chosen Shen Yinmeng; how could Shen Yinmeng not be the one? She could no longer deceive herself, but she still found it hard to face, a low murmur escaping her throat: “Why… why did you have to grow old…”

Zhuang Ciyue shouted out: “Wow, you fox! You keep saying you want to repay a debt, and before you said you’d face them whether they were alive or dead. You’re willing to face a corpse, but you won’t acknowledge the debt just because someone grew old? Are you here to repay a kindness, or are you just after her looks!”

A good scolding!

Yu Ruoyin and Jiang Huaining both enjoyed hearing what Lian Zhen didn’t want to hear.

Now that Shen Yinmeng’s identity was public, and she and Yu Ruoyin shared a “new type” of parent-daughter relationship, Lian Zhen’s attitude was unpleasant. Repaying a debt shouldn’t depend on whether the benefactor is young or old.

Jiang Huaining looked at Lian Zhen mockingly: “Do you still want to use your charm magic to make her love you?”

Lian Zhen covered her ears, the loss of her demonic power making her frantic: “You’re lying to me. Jiang Huaining, you’re lying to me again! She isn’t the one!”

Shen Yinmeng looked at Lian Zhen in confusion and asked Jiang Huaining in surprise: “Boss Jiang, should I know her?”

Jiang Huaining shook her head slightly. Shen Yinmeng trusted Jiang Huaining deeply, and after receiving her answer, she ignored Lian Zhen. she continued to look over Yu Ruoyin. Although she had peeked at Yu Ruoyin over the years, she had only dared to watch from afar to avoid disturbing her. It was rare to be this close and feel how much the child had grown.

Lian Zhen suddenly lunged at her unexpectedly: “You are not my benefactor! Give me back my power!”

Shen Yinmeng was merely an ordinary human. If she were hit by a powerful demon like that, she would surely lose her life. Yu Ruoyin and Jiang Huaining both moved to stop Lian Zhen at the same time, but another hand was faster—it was Qiu Luo, who had been cautiously observing Shen Yinmeng from the side.

Qiu Luo grabbed Shen Yinmeng’s wrist, pulled her into her arms, turned her body, and kicked Lian Zhen square in the abdomen.

Lian Zhen was sent flying, crashing into a table.

The demon’s body shattered the wood, and she fell heavily to the floor. This display of force was completely at odds with the gentle and easy-going impression Lu Qingzhen and the others had of Qiu Luo: “Sister Qiu Luo…”

Qiu Luo ignored them. She carefully checked Shen Yinmeng’s condition and asked softly, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“…” Qiu Luo suddenly didn’t know what to say. Realizing that holding her arm might be offensive, she quickly let go.

Shen Yinmeng gazed at Qiu Luo with eyes so tender they seemed capable of melting into water. The depth of her affection was something she hadn’t even shown when looking at Yu Ruoyin.

Qiu Luo felt incredibly strange. Her heart began to heat up under Shen Yinmeng’s gaze, and she instinctively started to avoid making eye contact.

Seeing Qiu Luo avoiding her gaze, Shen Yinmeng asked directly: “Qiu Luo, why did you save me?”

“I…”

Qiu Luo couldn’t answer. Lu Qingzhen helpfully chimed in: “Because Sister Qiu Luo is the best spirit in the Four Spirits Shop; she’s always been warm-hearted.”

Since they first met, Lu Qingzhen had never seemed particularly sensitive to emotions. Even Yu Ruoyin could see the eerie atmosphere between Qiu Luo and Shen Yinmeng, yet Lu Qingzhen wasn’t finished. She stepped forward to pull the two apart, placing one hand on Shen Yinmeng’s shoulder and the other on Qiu Luo’s. She looked at the disheveled Lian Zhen: “You don’t need to thank Sister Qiu Luo too much. You should figure out how to handle Lian Zhen. I used to think she was quite nice, but she suddenly turned on us. Is this wanting to repay a debt or wanting revenge? If she had actually hit you just now, you’d be dead.”

She certainly was familiar with everyone.

Qiu Luo aside, she and Shen Yinmeng should have been strangers.

Yu Ruoyin silently judged the situation. Before she could step forward to rescue her “parent” from Lu Qingzhen’s grasp, Qiu Luo moved.

Qiu Luo was acting truly out of character. She pushed hard against Lu Qingzhen’s shoulder, actually sending her flying backward. If Lu Qingzhen hadn’t been able to fly and drifted with the force, she would have fallen just like Lian Zhen.

Jiang Huaining caught Lu Qingzhen and set her back on the ground.

With Lu Qingzhen no longer between them, Qiu Luo stood closer to Shen Yinmeng without hesitation.

She remained silent, so Shen Yinmeng had to ask again: “Qiu Luo, I’m asking you, why did you instinctively save me?”

Shen Yinmeng glanced at Lu Qingzhen, whose mouth was being forcibly covered by Jiang Huaining, and a hint of a smile appeared in her eyes: “And why did you push away that Underworld Messenger?”

“I… I didn’t quite like A-Zhen leaning on you.” Qiu Luo looked at Yu Ruoyin hesitantly: “It’s fine for Xiao Yu to hug you, but A-Zhen cannot.”

Lu Qingzhen pointed at herself in disbelief.

Yu Ruoyin walked over and, together with Jiang Huaining, flanked Lu Qingzhen to keep her quiet. On one side was her “parent,” and on the other was her “fake mother.” Yu Ruoyin couldn’t help but be curious about how they would develop.

A smile blossomed on Shen Yinmeng’s face: “Why?”

By now, anyone could see that something was amiss between Shen Yinmeng and Qiu Luo. They were all waiting for Qiu Luo’s answer.

Qiu Luo was confused. As a spirit with limited memory, she acted mostly on instinct. Her instinct told her to keep Shen Yinmeng in her sight, to protect her, and to long to be near her. She didn’t care about Shen Yinmeng’s wrinkled face; she was only worried that her words might frighten her: “I… Yinmeng… Miss Yinmeng, this may be abrupt, but I want to ask you—would you like to marry me? It might be too sudden, but it seems I fell in love with you at first sight. Perhaps… perhaps…”

Qiu Luo couldn’t explain how she had fallen for Shen Yinmeng so instantly. The strange thing was that Shen Yinmeng didn’t need an explanation.

After Qiu Luo boldly spoke her heart, Shen Yinmeng responded quickly: “Alright.”

Shen Yinmeng’s smile was beautiful; every wrinkle that moved possessed a unique brilliance.

Qiu Luo was dazed for a moment. When she regained her senses, her voice was out of control: “Thank you.”

She was thanking Shen Yinmeng.

Lian Zhen, who had just scrambled up from the floor, doubted her own ears: “Qiu Luo… you… you actually like an old hag!”

Lu Qingzhen wanted to nod in agreement, but her head was held firmly in place by Yu Ruoyin.

It felt as though if she did nod, Yu Ruoyin would twist her head off. In the end, she could only mutter softly: “That… that really is a bit of a mismatch. If they walk down the street together, everyone will think they are grandmother and granddaughter.”

Qiu Luo took the words to heart. She touched her own face, and a fine mist emerged from her fingertips. As the mist appeared, her appearance gradually changed. Wrinkles and spots appeared on her youthful face until she looked even a bit older than Shen Yinmeng—though she remained a beautiful old lady.

Shen Yinmeng touched Qiu Luo’s face. Even though it felt sudden, Qiu Luo did not pull away.

She stood there obediently, and Shen Yinmeng did more than just touch.

Shen Yinmeng playfully tugged at the slightly aged skin: “Turning yourself this old… are you secretly disdaining me for being old in your heart?”

“No,” Qiu Luo explained hurriedly. “I just don’t want others to judge you with strange eyes. If I am a bit older and you are a bit younger, they will all feel that I am the one who isn’t good enough for you.”

Shen Yinmeng let go of Qiu Luo: “Qiu Luo, how is it that you don’t know how to be a little more ‘bad’?”

Her words implied they had known each other long before. Lu Qingzhen widened her eyes and suddenly realized: “Ah! I remember who you are! You’re the little girl Sister Qiu Luo fell in love with at first sight sixty years ago!”

Yu Ruoyin followed Lu Qingzhen’s realization. Shen Yinmeng was indeed Qiu Luo’s former lover.

The words of Xia Yu suddenly echoed in her ears: “She can search for you over and over, she can constantly extend your life, she’s even willing to extend the life of Qiu’s lover. Why can’t we gather the soul for Zou Ruolian? Is it just because she can control us?”

Xia Yu must have been slandering Jiang Huaining.

Looking at Shen Yinmeng’s elderly appearance, how could she possibly look like someone whose life had been artificially extended?

Qiu Luo also realized it now. She joyfully took Shen Yinmeng’s hand: “We were lovers before?”

“Yes.” Shen Yinmeng nodded with a smile. “You confessed to me once every autumn.”

All the strange feelings were explained. They were each other’s lovers to begin with, so it was perfectly natural to feel their hearts stir upon meeting.

Qiu Luo linked arms with Shen Yinmeng as a matter of course: “Then you accepted me every year, right?”

“Not necessarily.” Shen Yinmeng winked at her, a hint of girlish playfulness still visible: “That depends on if I’m in a good mood. If I am, I’ll agree. If I’m not, I’ll refuse.”

Qiu Luo’s expression slowly turned to disappointment: “Did you refuse me many times?”

“Of course.”

Before Qiu Luo could get sad, Jiang Huaining released Lu Qingzhen: “Qiu Luo, she’s lying to you. Every year, she comes to the shop to wait for you before autumn even arrives. However… she did come a bit late this year.”

Shen Yinmeng tilted her head: “Boss Jiang, I’m old, after all.”

Her soft, operatic tone was full of gentleness. She seemed to be acting spoiled, or perhaps just stating a fact.

Qiu Luo’s eyes grew hot, and tears fell: “I’m sorry. If only I remembered you, I could have gone to find you myself. I will try my best to remember you, really!”

Shen Yinmeng had heard such words many times. She didn’t mind hearing them again, nor did she mind if Qiu Luo never remembered.

She smiled and touched Qiu Luo’s face, giving up on the idea of teasing her: “It doesn’t matter. I can still walk; I’ll come earlier next year. It’s okay if you can’t remember. After all, you will definitely fall in love with me again.”

She had discovered this a long time ago.

Qiu Luo was a lover who would never change her heart.

Qiu Luo had no memory, but every time she woke up, she would fall in love with her at first sight. When they were young, she thought Qiu Luo was just infatuated with beauty. Later, when the little girl became an old woman and Qiu Luo still fell in love at first sight, Shen Yinmeng understood. Although Qiu Luo could only love her for one autumn each year, she would love her forever.

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