Chapter 11 Is She a Ghost?

Xu Qinglang felt a shiver run down his spine. He had seen many ghosts, and ghosts, in fact, didn't scare him. But this living, breathing woman who had just shared a night of passion with him made him feel a kind of horror that rendered him speechless.

The woman glanced at him, seemingly amused by his frightened state. She reached out and gently tapped his chin.

"So cute, like an adorable little quail."

Her fingers were a little cold. Xu Qinglang shuddered and quickly got out of bed and put on his clothes. Not daring to look at the woman, he left the money on the bed, not bothering to pick it up, and fled out the door.

Compared to the three thousand yuan that had appeared on the bedside table the last time he woke up, Xu Qinglang felt like he was an even bigger failure today.

He felt lost. After leaving the hotel, he squatted alone on the curb and lit a cigarette.

This woman has mental problems.

But apart from that scarred wrist, she was really beautiful.

It seemed that there was no such thing as absolute perfection in this world. God always made a point of adding a flaw to beautiful things, as if that was more in line with his aesthetic.

For most men, a well-off woman who was willing to give you money, was beautiful, and had amazing skills in bed, and was willing to be your casual partner, seemed like an ideal situation.

In fact, Xu Qinglang had had similar thoughts before. That kind of carefree pursuit of fleeting pleasure, without any impact on his life or future, was enough to make anyone let down their guard and willingly sink into it.

He reached out and scratched his hair, feeling a pang of anguish.

At that moment, a pair of high heels appeared behind Xu Qinglang. Xu Qinglang turned his head and saw the woman.

The woman was still smoking a cigarette, her wrist concealed by her sleeve, revealing no trace of the injury. She bent down, looked at Xu Qinglang, and the deep cleavage of her chest was so unfathomable that it could make most men's eyes unable to look away.

"Little boy, did I scare you?"

Xu Qinglang shook his head, avoiding her gaze, and continued to smoke his cigarette.

"Then I'll be going. I'll call you again when I'm in a better mood. Oh, and this is your money."

The woman took out the money from her bag.

"I don't want it. I don't need money."

The woman was stunned for a moment, as if looking at a stubborn little child. She said,

"What a coincidence, neither do I."

"Whoosh!"

The woman threw the tens of thousands of yuan in her hand into the air. The banknotes began to flutter, attracting the attention of many passersby. Then she got into the car parked next to her and drove away.

Xu Qinglang sat amidst the flying banknotes, which couldn't help but remind him of a scene from the movie *God of Gamblers* he had watched as a child.

Also throwing up banknotes, then Chow Yun-fat and a woman dancing gracefully in the rain of money.

Sniffling, Xu Qinglang silently stood up.

He took a few steps forward,

Then stopped,

And looked back. There was a pile of money on the ground.

Heh.

Do I need money?

He turned his head and continued to walk forward.

At this time, several passersby on the road saw Xu Qinglang leaving and instinctively moved closer, intending to pick up the money.

Xu Qinglang stopped again,

And quickly walked back,

"I don't need it, but that guy does. If he knew that I didn't even want the money on the ground for the sake of some so-called face, he would definitely curse me to death!"

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"Achoo!"

In the Late Night Bookstore, Boss Zhou, who had been reading the newspaper for half the evening, let out a loud sneeze.

"Boss, do you have a cold?" Bai Yingying asked with some concern.

"Heh, someone must be thinking about him." The old Daoist priest pinched his fingers and calculated. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, so it is."

"The floor is a bit dirty, it needs to be mopped again." Zhou Ze said slowly.

The old Daoist priest immediately pulled a long face and reluctantly picked up the mop and began to clean.

At this moment, a Porsche stopped in front of the bookstore, and a luxuriously dressed woman walked in. The woman was about thirty years old and exuded an air of elegance from head to toe.

"Wow, so beautiful, like a lotus emerging from the water," Bai Yingying exclaimed from the side.

This was normal, because this woman was indeed beautiful, the kind that became more and more charming the more you looked at her.

"The dew on the lotus hasn't been wiped away yet."

Zhou Ze smiled.

The woman's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were watery, and she carried a relaxed air, like the earth after being nourished by the spring rain, nurturing new life.

"Who's the boss?"

The woman looked around and asked.

Zhou Ze frowned. Who's the boss?

Would this high school girl holding coffee be the boss?

Would that old farmer dragging a mop and working hard be the boss?

There were only three people in the store.

Who's the boss?

Are you blind?

Zhou Ze curled his lips and ignored her. Anyway, you're a living person, not a ghost.

As a result, no one paid attention to the woman.

Bai Yingying went to tidy up the bar, the old Daoist priest continued to mop the floor,

And Zhou Ze continued to lie on the sofa in a "Ge You" pose. (a relaxed, slouched posture named after a famous Chinese actor)

"I have something, I'm looking for your boss, Wang Ke introduced me."

At the mention of Wang Ke, Zhou Ze slowly sat up straight.

The woman saw Zhou Ze, walked over, and sat down on the sofa opposite him.

She said directly,

"My husband has been having some psychological problems recently. He always thinks he's seeing ghosts. I asked Dr. Wang to see him, and Dr. Wang recommended me to come here to find you. He said you're an expert in this field."

Zhou Ze didn't answer the woman, but instead took out his phone. He was going to scold Wang Ke. They had agreed not to cause him any trouble, but now he was pushing another troublesome matter onto him.

So, his previous promises were just bullshit?

There was a limit to helping and caring for friends. After all, Zhou Ze never considered himself a living Lei Feng. (selfless person)

Before he could finish dialing the number,

A bank card was thrown onto the coffee table by the woman.

"There's a million in this card, and the password is 003003."

Zhou Ze's process of calling Wang Ke to question him was interrupted. Zhou Ze felt very angry. Didn't you see I was about to make a call?

What do you mean by throwing a card on the coffee table, saying there's a million in it, and even giving the password?

Don't you know that my maid can casually throw out a burial item worth hundreds of thousands?

Don't you know that my floor-mopping old man can casually start a live broadcast and earn a fortune selling ghost money?

Didn't you see that the chef I hired has more than twenty apartments?

Zhou Ze put down his phone,

Reached out,

And picked up the card.

Sigh.

I'm still too soft-hearted, and I value the friendship of friends too much.

I still have to help my friends.

"This is a deposit."

The woman added.

Zhou Ze's hand trembled slightly.

Alas, the injury hasn't fully healed yet, and this body is a little weak. My hand starts shaking just from picking up a small card.

"Yingying, a customer is here, why aren't you serving coffee?" Zhou Ze shouted at the bar with great dissatisfaction.

"Coming!"

Bai Yingying immediately came over with a cup of coffee.

The woman looked at Zhou Ze calmly. She enjoyed the feeling of subduing people with money.

Whether in bed or out of bed, whether men or women, she was always invincible with the money in her hand.

"Tell me about your situation. How old is your husband?" Zhou Ze asked.

"He's ninety-three this year," the woman replied.

Zhou Ze took a second look at the woman in surprise.

"Yes, I'm only with him because of his money and inheritance. Then I told him that we were in true love, and the old man felt good about himself and believed it."

The woman said calmly.

"Thank you for your honesty."

"If I wasn't honest, you would think that way anyway."

The woman picked up the coffee, took a sip, and frowned slightly.

"No sugar."

"I don't like putting sugar in it," Zhou Ze said.

The woman put down the coffee. "Anyway, whenever you have time, you can go to my house and see my husband. He's been too paranoid lately, and it's making normal life between husband and wife impossible."

"Pfft..."

Zhou Ze choked on his coffee.

Bai Yingying carefully helped her boss wipe his mouth with a tissue, and then stepped aside.

"Forgive me for being blunt, but I think you should hope he kicks the bucket sooner rather than later."

"Well, he was almost dead before. He was lying in bed and could barely get up. But since he started yelling about seeing ghosts, his spirits have been significantly better than before."

The woman continued with some concern,

"If this continues, I think he may not die for the time being. What I mean is, natural death."

"I understand. So, what do you want me to do?"

"Solve his current state. I don't care if he has senile dementia or if he's really being haunted by ghosts. I want him to go back to normal, and then continue lying in bed quietly waiting to die like before."

"Okay, I agree. I'll do my best to cure your husband's illness."

A cold smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth.

"Hypocrite."

"By the way, has your husband said who is haunting him?

What I mean is, what is the identity of the ghost haunting him?

Does he know them?"

"His ex-wife, his son, his daughter, his grandson, his granddaughter, and his great-grandson and great-granddaughter."

The woman counted on her fingers,

"Many, many people."

"I'm sorry, are they all...?"

"Five years ago, they had a family reunion on a cruise ship, and then there was an accident. The cruise ship sank, and no one on board survived. That is, his whole family except for him, who happened to be ashore that day to discuss business, were all gone."

"Hmm."

Zhou Ze nodded upon hearing this.

From this point of view, it was very possible that the old man was either being haunted by vengeful spirits or having mental problems due to excessive psychological pressure.

"And how long have you been married to him?"

"Five years."

The woman replied calmly.

Zhou Ze didn't continue to ask, but kept weighing the bank card in his hand.

This was a muddy water, no, more likely a cesspool.

If he stepped into it, he would likely get himself dirty, or at least smell the stench.

"One million as a deposit, five million when it's done." The woman looked at Zhou Ze, her smooth finger gently touching the back of Zhou Ze's hand.

Bai Yingying watched from the side and pouted. So old and still trying to seduce men!

Yingying hadn't considered that in terms of age, everyone in the bookstore, including the old Daoist priest, couldn't compare to her alone.

"Plus, I'll sleep with you three times."

The woman added.

Bai Yingying's face turned even uglier.

Damn it!

Shameless!

Zhou Ze moved the woman's hand away without changing his expression,

And said,

"Cancel the last condition and change it to eight million, how about it?"