The Ghost Insists on Giving Me a Beautiful and Powerful Wife! - Chapter 8

Jiang Huaining and her group had come by car.

By the time Yu Ruoyin and Xia Yu came downstairs, Jiang Huaining had already been sitting in the passenger seat for a while.

Somehow, she had pulled out a mask and sunglasses, covering almost her entire face.

Yu Ruoyin found it even harder to see her condition, but inside the air-conditioned car, sweat kept beading and sliding down Jiang Huaining’s forehead — it was hard not to notice.

When she saw them come down, Jiang Huaining didn’t speak.

Xia Yu shoved Yu Ruoyin and her luggage into the back and climbed into the driver’s seat.

Yu Ruoyin parted her lips slightly and pointed at Xia Yu:
“You drank.”

Her voice was timid, afraid of angering Xia Yu.

Xia Yu was already impatient, but the passenger seat occupant coughed twice.

Swallowing down her irritation, Xia Yu turned back, smiling at Yu Ruoyin:
“Little girl, I didn’t drink at all.”

Then she blew a big gust of air at Yu Ruoyin:
“Smell — not a trace of alcohol.”

Xia Yu didn’t seem to be bragging. She really was strong. Not only could she easily suppress five ghosts, even her breath carried like a gust of wind. In an instant, Yu Ruoyin’s already messy hair was blown into a complete bird’s nest. She clutched at her flyaway hair, shrinking back pitifully.

Xia Yu glanced sideways at her miserable state, coughed awkwardly, and muttered:
“Don’t say I bully you.”

She pointed at Jiang Huaining, then at the crimson jade bead hanging at Yu Ruoyin’s neck:
“Injured driver, ghost driver — pick one.”

Yu Ruoyin sniffled. She remembered Xia Yu had indeed been drinking earlier, yet there was no alcohol smell in the car now.

She guessed that someone like Xia Yu, so powerful, must have some way to dispel drunkenness.

What she didn’t know was — Jiang Huaining had taken care of it by force.

When Yu Ruoyin didn’t respond, Xia Yu immediately started the engine.

Yu Ruoyin pressed herself tightly against the car door, clutching her luggage, eyes fixed on the scenery rushing backward outside the window, her mind wandering.

Just three days ago, she had been a firm nonbeliever in ghosts and gods.

But in only three days, she had seen ghosts, learned of spirits.

Her newlywed wife was a spirit, and even her only friend had issues.

Yu Ruoyin pulled out her phone and opened her chat history with Zhuang Ciyue.

Their conversation had stopped where Zhuang promised to explain everything once she returned to Chong City. She had only said she would explain — but not when.

Thinking for a moment, Yu Ruoyin took the initiative to send a message.

[Yue-jie, when are you coming back?]

She waited anxiously for a reply, but before a message came through, a faint cough drifted from the passenger seat.

Her gaze shifted away from her screen to the front.

All she could see was Jiang Huaining’s thick hair and catch the faint fragrance in the air, but Yu Ruoyin could tell her condition must be bad.

She had clearly seen Jiang Huaining cough up blood earlier.

That made Yu Ruoyin’s heart ache a little.

They weren’t close, but they weren’t strangers either.

Her gaze dropped again to her phone, yet somehow she exited the chat with Zhuang Ciyue and opened her contacts instead. At the very top, one entry stood out.

Wife.

Jiang Huaining was her wife.

That female ghost had shoved a red string into her hand, tying the other end to Jiang Huaining. Even if it hadn’t tied her to Jiang Huaining’s heart, it had tied her close to her side.

The red string wouldn’t easily break. She didn’t want to let go, either.

Xia Yu drove fast, never avoiding potholes, radiating impatience and bad temper.

She drove as though utterly confident the car would neither crash nor flip, hardly bothering to look at the road.

Xia Yu reveled in the speed.

But for Yu Ruoyin, it was sheer torment.

“Stop the car.”

Jiang Huaining’s cold voice cut in from the passenger seat. Yu Ruoyin’s heart jumped — she worried such reckless speed would worsen Jiang Huaining’s injuries.

Xia Yu pulled over with a mocking laugh:
“Boss, don’t tell me you’re so weak you can’t even sit in a car?”

She produced a bottle of alcohol as if by magic and gulped down several swigs.

Jiang Huaining only looked at her coldly, not stopping her.

“Wait here.”

She didn’t answer Xia Yu’s question, nor did she forbid her drinking. She simply ordered, then got out of the car alone.

Yu Ruoyin froze — should she tell Xia Yu not to drink while driving, or follow after Jiang Huaining?

In the end, she did neither, just shrank in the back seat.

Through the window, she watched Jiang Huaining walk through the crowd and slowly disappear.

When she returned, she was carrying a delicate cake box.

Opening the driver’s side door, she told Xia Yu:
“I’ll drive.”

Xia Yu, drunk again, slurred:
“Boss, no offense, but you—”

Before she could finish, Jiang Huaining yanked her collar.
“Shut up, or I’ll kill you.”

“Great, I’d love that,” Xia Yu chuckled, utterly unafraid.

There was no trace of respect in her tone. Jiang Huaining’s threat didn’t scare her, but it startled Yu Ruoyin badly.

Hearing the girl’s sharp, nervous breathing from the back seat, Jiang Huaining lost patience.

She grabbed Xia Yu and tossed her into the passenger seat, then climbed into the driver’s seat herself.

She handed the cake to Yu Ruoyin.
“A birthday cake.”

Yu Ruoyin hesitated, not taking it immediately.
“My birthday was two days ago…”

Xia Yu rubbed her bruised waist, sneering:
“Boss, your little wife’s scolding you. Now you remember to give her a cake? Where were you two days ago?”

“I didn’t!” Yu Ruoyin blurted, panicked by Xia Yu’s provocation.

She quickly reached out, snatching the cake into her arms.

Jiang Huaining ignored Xia Yu entirely, her gaze fixed on Yu Ruoyin.
“Happy birthday.”

Her voice was soft, low.

The words sank into Yu Ruoyin’s chest like a piece of cotton candy, melting into pure sweetness.

Jiang Huaining’s large eyes reflected only her — Yu Ruoyin could even see her own reflection.

In that moment, it felt as if Jiang Huaining truly cared about her.

But the dream dissolved quickly.

Jiang Huaining soon turned away, starting the car again.

Her eyes, fixed on the road ahead, seemed to contain the whole world — except for Yu Ruoyin.

Yu Ruoyin felt a pang of sadness, though she didn’t know why.

She shook her head, trying to push away the thought.

—

Jiang Huaining drove far more steadily than Xia Yu.

Yu Ruoyin much preferred her driving.

But Xia Yu clearly didn’t — she kept urging her to speed up.

Xia Yu’s tolerance was terrible. After drinking, she was liable to go wild.

When she suddenly lunged for the steering wheel, Yu Ruoyin’s heart leapt into her throat.

Jiang Huaining shot her a cold glance, then flicked her finger.

At once, the crimson jade bead at Yu Ruoyin’s throat glowed. Threads of golden light spilled out, wrapping tightly around Xia Yu’s limbs, forcing her back into the passenger seat.

Bound and struggling, Xia Yu glared at Jiang Huaining.
“You really are generous. Giving her everything.”

Yu Ruoyin instinctively touched the bead.
“Auntie Ning said it’s the symbol of the Four Spirits Shop. You all have one, right?”

“Tch.” Xia Yu mocked, looking at Jiang Huaining.
“Lied so many times, no wonder you’re cursed with retribution.”

“Shut up.” Jiang Huaining’s voice was ice.
“For the next month, I’d better not see you touch alcohol.”

Yu Ruoyin couldn’t tell if Xia Yu was drunk or sober.

Stretching lazily, Xia Yu smirked:
“So does today count or not? Probably not. Guess I’ll drink extra today.”

She pulled out more bottles and gulped them down recklessly.

Yu Ruoyin doubted she even tasted it — the bottles were nothing but props for her madness.

She didn’t seem drunk — more like using the pretense of drinking to act out.

Her attitude was vile, her words cruel.

Yu Ruoyin didn’t want to deal with her. She leaned forward slightly, speaking to Jiang Huaining instead.
“Auntie Ning, don’t they all have one too?”

Jiang Huaining’s cold gaze softened a little. She pressed her lips together, silent for a long time before saying:
“You’re the boss’s wife. Of course yours is different.”

Boss’s wife.

She was the boss’s wife.

Yu Ruoyin was easy to please — a simple phrase lit up her whole face with joy.

The car eventually reached Longyu Street’s west corner. Crashing through a wall into a deserted alley, Jiang Huaining brought them back to the Four Spirits Shop.

“You two go in first. I’ll park.”

Jiang Huaining’s tone when calling out “Xia Yu” carried no warmth at all — nothing like when she said Yu Ruoyin’s name.

Involuntarily, Yu Ruoyin compared them in her heart.

Then quickly scolded herself.

What was she comparing for?

Anyone could see Jiang Huaining and Xia Yu didn’t get along.

Still, Xia Yu came back reluctantly to help carry Yu Ruoyin’s cake.

Yu Ruoyin had meant to thank her, but Xia Yu didn’t even glance at her, striding away.

So instead, she whispered her thanks to Jiang Huaining behind the wheel.
“Thank you.”

Jiang Huaining’s pupils trembled. Her voice dropped, uncontrollably gentle:
“No need. From now on… I’ll always celebrate your birthday.”

“Pfft.” Xia Yu laughed from up ahead, turning back with a vicious smirk.
“From now on? She might not even live through this month.”

“You—!”

Yu Ruoyin wanted to argue, but before she could speak, Xia Yu had already slipped inside the shop.

“Get out.”

Jiang Huaining’s voice was flat, lifeless, without a trace of anger.

But Yu Ruoyin sensed something unusual in it.

Could it be… she really had a short life?

Carrying her confusion, Yu Ruoyin got out.
“Auntie Ning…”

Before she could voice her question, Jiang Huaining drove away, vanishing from sight.

Her refusal to answer was all too obvious.

If Yu Ruoyin wanted answers, she might have to ask Xia Yu — though it was doubtful Xia Yu would ever tell her.

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