Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 904: The Puppet Visits at Midnight, Can’t This Old Lady Be Beautiful Alone?

Chapter 904: Chapter 904: The Puppet Visits at Midnight, Can’t This Old Lady Be Beautiful Alone?

Ke Zhibin jolted awake, clutching his blanket and scooting to the corner of the bed, his eyes nearly bulging out as he stared at the figure sitting on the edge of the bed, enveloped in a dense black mist.

His lips trembled, "Who, who are you?!"

Having experienced bizarre events and knowing the existence of ghosts and deities, Ke Zhibin was completely unnerved.

His first instinct was to reach for his phone to contact Qin Ruan, but unfortunately, the phone was on the bedside table, more than two meters away from him.

He then wondered if it might be someone whom Hen Nianzhen had wronged, who had turned into a Puppet and come seeking revenge after death.

The low crying became clearer, clearly emanating from the shadow.

Hearing Ke Zhibin’s question, the shadow slowly turned around in a slow-motion scene reminiscent of a movie, causing Ke Zhibin to hold his breath.

Once the shadow revealed a familiar face and Ke Zhibin saw the true face of the figure, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

His heart nearly stopped; with a mournful face, he said in the aftermath of a disaster, "It’s you!"

Ke Zhibin’s tense and rigid body relaxed, he slumped at the head of the bed, touching the cold sweat on his forehead.

The shadow was indeed Hen Nianzhen from the Netherworld, her eyes coldly fixed on Ke Zhibin, like the prelude to an argument.

Just as Ke Zhibin breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a tingling sensation on his scalp again.

He asked, "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Otherwise, why would she be here in the middle of the night? Could it be she wanted to take him down to continue being ghostly husband and wife?

Hen Nianzhen’s eyes reddened, her look mournful as she said, "Can’t you let this old girl be beautiful alone in the Netherworld?"

"Huh?" Ke Zhibin was a bit confused.

Hen Nianzhen raised her black, long, sharp fingertips, pointing at his nose, and said irritably, "Why did you burn so many men for me? I have to waste Joss Paper maintaining them, and to maintain so many at once! The Netherworld is full of handsome men, I can grab any one of them, they’re all more handsome, and I don’t have to spend money!"

"You... you..." Ke Zhibin’s face cracked, stuttering without being able to complete a sentence.

Hen Nianzhen’s eyes slightly narrowed, her voice cold, "What about me?"

Ke Zhibin felt a great shock to his values, his lips twitched as he said, "You hook up with Puppets and don’t even pay, I just found out how horrible you are!"

You must know that when he was flirting outside, it was always a fair trade.

He paid money and the other party provided physical services, fair and without emotional entanglement.

Hen Nianzhen flipped her long black hair, sneering, "Handsome men who are willing, coming right to my door, why would I push them out?"

Typical shameless remarks, with no sense of disgrace.

Ke Zhibin was completely rendered speechless by her.

His gaze seriously examined Hen Nianzhen’s face, but he couldn’t find a trace of pride, not even a hint of emotion.

It was as though she was discussing something trivial, nothing more ordinary.

In an instant, Ke Zhibin understood something, but chose not to expose her lie.

Hen Nianzhen indeed did some things before her death that were exhilarating to women and humiliating to men, but she still had some fundamental ethics.

He thought for a moment and said, "If you don’t like those paper figurines, I won’t burn them for you anymore."

He had thought he was doing a good deed, only to accidentally make things worse.

Hen Nianzhen, with her right hand caressing her left hand’s long black nails, nodded and added, "Also, don’t bury me with any jewelry. I never liked those things."

This made Ke Zhibin stop in his tracks, frowning, he asked, "Didn’t you used to like them?"

He remembered there was a time when Hen Nianzhen enjoyed collecting these items, even going to auctions to bid on some top-quality natural jewels.

Hen Nianzhen replied sarcastically, "That was what the other rich ladies liked. I just did it to make dealing with them easier, having one or two things in common that they liked."

Ke Zhibin earnestly sought advice, "Then what do you like?"

Hen Nianzhen opened her mouth and said, "The jade is better the more crystalline and transparent it is, and famous paintings, especially those from the Song Dynasty, I’ve liked these things since I was little."

"Alright, I will have Yihui send them to you."

Hen Nianzhen’s expression was a mocking smile, her eyes teasing as she looked at him, "Why don’t you deliver it to me yourself?"

Ke Zhibin smiled helplessly, "Fine, I’ll deliver it, I’ll personally deliver it to you."

In fact, he did not want to go personally, for what Hen Nianzhen had done ultimately left a thorn in his heart.

Yet, looking at her pale beauty and the persistent look in her eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse.

It was just like back then, when he was infatuated and just wanted to marry Hen Nianzhen.

Even though there were women with better qualifications suitable for the role of Mrs. Ke back then, he chose her instead.

It wasn’t so much that he liked Hen Nianzhen a lot, he just inexplicably wanted to include her in his territory.

Hen Nianzhen sneered, "Alright, you go to sleep, I’m going down."

Ke Zhibin dryly said, "You’re leaving just like that?"

Just as Hen Nianzhen’s soul began to float, she stopped, "What? You also want to share a bed with me?"

Ke Zhibin didn’t speak, his eyes intently watching her, a complex and pitying look in his gaze.

Being looked at with such pitiful eyes, Hen Nianzhen was displeased.

Her eyebrows tightly furrowed, she said disgustingly, "Keep your nauseating gaze to yourself!"

Ke Zhibin coughed awkwardly, averted his gaze, lifted the blanket that covered him, and said guiltily, "Why don’t you come up and lie down for a while? It’s quite cold."

After waiting a while, he heard no response.

Ke Zhibin looked up towards the bed and found that Hen Nianzhen was already gone.

He breathed a sigh of relief, unable to tell if it was relief or regret.

Still, he felt somewhat uncomfortable deep down.

After all, they were a married couple who had lived together for many years. Adults don’t always require emotional affection, often it’s more about physical needs and the comfort of coexisting.

Regrettably, he had never truly understood Hen Nianzhen over the years.

"Are you looking for me?"

A chilling voice tinged with coolness rang next to Ke Zhibin’s ear.

Hearing the familiar voice, Ke Zhibin was not afraid.

He calmly turned his head and looked at Hen Nianzhen, who had unknowingly floated beside him.

She tilted her head, and with a wide mouth, flashed him a sinister, unsettling smile.

Ke Zhibin thought about the medical report he had found during the day, feeling as if there was a lump in his heart.

He stared deeply into Hen Nianzhen’s eyes and asked in a complex tone, "I saw your medical report. Did you already know your days were numbered, and that’s why you chose to commit suicide?"

Hen Nianzhen gave him a look as if he were an idiot, "Ha! Who do you think you’re looking down on?"

Her soul floated to the other side of the bed and naturally leaned against the headboard, as casually as she had lived with Ke Zhibin.

Ke Zhibin pulled up the blanket and covered her soul with it, showing great care.

He asked again, "Why commit suicide? Even if we divorced, you could have still walked out on your own."

Hen Nianzhen glanced at the nightstand where a photo of her and Ke Zhibin was, her tone exhausted, "I’ve said it, I’m tired of playing, I’ve been tired for many years."

Ke Zhibin fell silent for a long while, his dark eyes fixed on her, not speaking.