Chapter Twenty-One: Even Ghosts Cherish Beauty

Wei Qi shot me a look. “Your wife is yours. Do I really need to teach you how to share a bed and a pillow? But I’ll tell you this: a ghost bride isn’t someone just anyone can marry. You mustn’t let her down. If you handle your relationship with her well, she can help you in many ways. If not, you might end up being bitten—literally. Take Du Zhengsheng from Heilongjiang; he started seeing another woman behind his ghost bride’s back, and she cursed him. He couldn’t get it up for an entire year.”

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead as I listened; I had no idea what to do. I asked Wei Qi for advice.

He shook his head. He’d said all he had to say; the rest was up to me. Out of respect for our uncle-nephew bond, he’d sold me the female corpse at cost. I protested that the corpse wasn’t for my use, so why count it as sold to me?

He thumped my shoulder. “It’s for your wife! You don’t pay for your wife’s things?”

I could only acquiesce, telling him I didn’t have money at the moment, but would pay him back when I did. Wei Qi smiled, saying he’d put it on my tab, and I could pay whenever.

I wanted to stay and sleep in Wei Qi’s room, but he refused, insisting I leave. He said if he kept me there, my wife would surely object. Left with no choice, I returned to my own room. When I came in, Wang Ying was already asleep. She looked just like a living woman, wrapped in a sheet, half her body exposed—her snow-white arm and the curve of her chest visible. I couldn’t describe what I felt.

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