The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife
Chapter 182: Those memories...

Chapter 182: 182: Those memories...

In the beginning, Mu Qing was truly unwilling to admit it, gritting his teeth and refusing. However, his attitude already spoke volumes, and even without his admission, others were well aware, and each one of them advised him to break up with his ghost girlfriend.

"If they are not of our kin, their heart surely differs. Moreover, that is a ghost; how could it be anything good?"

Mu Qing furiously said, "You all know nothing and just tell me to break up with her. She’s just a ghost and hasn’t done anything bad. Why are you so sure she’s evil? Even among people, there are good and bad ones, right?"

"Ah Qing..." Mu Cheng’s frown deepened, "You’re not a child anymore, you should be more aware!"

"Big brother, please spare me the lectures while sitting comfortably, alright?"

Mu Cheng’s expression also darkened a bit: "..." He didn’t have a girlfriend, but he genuinely cared for his brother.

Mu Qing realized his words were a bit off for his elder brother but hesitated for a moment and still didn’t apologize.

He hadn’t done anything wrong in this matter!

Seeing their "argument" almost over, Mu Qiuniang spoke up and said, "I didn’t say all ghost girls are bad, but why do you consider the one you met to be good?"

"She saved my life," Mu Qing said, "Last time I almost had a car accident, she risked her life to save me."

Mu Qiuniang laughed sarcastically.

"What do you mean by that?"

"If she were truly good, why do you have such a heavy ghostly aura on you?" Mu Qiuniang said coldly and bluntly, "You probably don’t know, but if I appeared even a little later, not even the Daluo Immortals could have saved you."

Mu Qing’s face changed: "Impossible. Feifei loves me so much; she would never harm me."

"If she truly loved you, she wouldn’t harm you, draining your essence, leaving you like this."

"Don’t talk nonsense, I’m perfectly healthy, there’s not a single problem."

"Insomnia, nightmares, weakness in your limbs, chills during broad daylight—if that’s called no problems, then you might as well prepare for death."

Mu Qing’s heart skipped a beat; the symptoms someone mentioned, he had them all. Could it really be this way?

He had always thought it was because he recently worked overtime frequently and hadn’t rested well. But according to Mu Qiuniang’s words, then...

His face turned pale, gritting his teeth silently.

"Nothing to say, right?" Mu Qiuniang said.

Mu Bai looked worriedly from one to the other: "Cousin Qing, don’t be stubborn anymore. Auntie is really powerful, you saw just now, that scene is not something ordinary people could handle. Think about it, if Auntie were ordinary, Grandpa wouldn’t instruct us to treat her with such respect, and whoever upsets Auntie would be expelled from the Mu family..."

She feared that Mu Qing would persist stubbornly and really anger Mu Qiuniang, causing trouble later.

She didn’t understand what was going on between Mu Qing and that ghost girl, but since Auntie spoke, saying Mu Qing’s life would be in jeopardy if this continued, it couldn’t go on anymore.

"Brother, Cousin is right, you should consider everyone’s advice. Regardless of whether the ghost girl is good or bad, your life is more important to us. Think about it, if something happened, what about Dad and Mom? What about us? Since now Auntie has seen it, listen to Auntie’s opinion..." Mu Jie quickly added, "Whatever is the case with that ghost girl, whether it’s a misunderstanding or not, let’s summon her and let Auntie see. Auntie is our family; are you afraid that Auntie would harm us?"

Mu Qing hesitated for a long time: "Alright, I’ll take you there."

After speaking, he closed his eyes. His mind was filled with memories of him and her.

Their first meeting was on a starry night when he happened upon her sitting in the park gazing at the stars. At that time, she wore a red long skirt, sitting on a bench, as if she was merging with the night, so beautiful.

The first time they met, they didn’t know each other, nor did they speak.

However, in the following days, he would encounter her passing by in various places. She also seemed surprised, smiling and saying, "Haven’t we met?"

"Yes, we have," he said.

"Would you like to sit for a while?" she pointed to a distant bench.

"Alright."

Perhaps it was the beauty of the night; perhaps it was the soft light of the moon—they sat under the bench by the roadside, a tree full of flowers behind them, talking about anything and everything, suddenly realizing their similarities.

Every time they discovered a similarity, they couldn’t help but laugh together.

At that moment, their hearts were so calm and warm.

He thought, maybe she was an angel sent to him by the heavens.

During the day, he was busy with work, and they only met in the evenings, so he didn’t notice anything unusual. Until one day, he wanted to ask her out for lunch during the day, but she refused.

Once, twice, several times, he grew puzzled. Didn’t she like him? Why didn’t she want to have a meal with him?

With a troubled face, she gave him an answer on a seesaw.

"Do you really want to know?" she asked, sitting on the seesaw.

He said, "Yes."

He speculated in his heart, does she have a boyfriend? Or is she married? Maybe she has an illness?

If she wasn’t married, he had a chance; if she was married, then he would wish her well. In any case, he couldn’t be the third party in a marriage, otherwise if his family found out, how could he maintain his integrity?

"It’s because I’m not human."

He was a little dumbfounded. Immediately following, something unexpected happened, as the seesaw continued to sway, the person sitting on it gradually faded away, disappearing into the night.

He stood there, completely in disbelief.

When she reappeared, it was under the tree not far away: "I’ll wait for you here tomorrow night; if you don’t show up, I’ll never disturb you again."

As she spoke, he could even see the sadness and despair on her face.

At that moment, his heart ached greatly.

A ghost?!

She was actually a ghost?!

How could this be, how could there be ghosts in this world?!

His world view of over twenty years was shattered, as if his whole world had been overturned; how could he possibly accept it all at once?

That night, he didn’t sleep, sat until dawn, then sat until dark. He didn’t know if he should continue this relationship.

He dared not speak of this matter to anyone, nor did he know whom he could tell.

The following night, he didn’t go.

After all, it’s a ghost, a ghost, could he go?

No matter whether that ghost would harm him, he couldn’t be with a ghost; otherwise, how could he explain it to his family? How could he...

Mu Qing kept comforting himself in his heart, trying hard to ignore the pain in his heart, trying to forget her. But the more he tried to forget, the more vivid the memories became, the more he desired to see her again.