naaapseattle Chapter 1611 - 1593
Chapter 1611 - 1593
Eighth Space-Time.
Wen Zaao stared blankly at the ceiling, wanting to have a good cry, but her eyes were dry, and not a single tear could be squeezed out.
In her mind, that poignant scene lingered, constantly reminding her how ridiculous she had been for the past two years.
"Let’s break up. Blame it on you not being the eldest daughter of the Wen Family!"
"I can never marry the daughter of a maid!"
She never expected such a melodramatic scene to happen to herself, just an hour ago, she witnessed firsthand her boyfriend’s passionate affair with her stepsister.
Wen Zaao burped, the smell of alcohol spreading in her mouth, she pointed at the ceiling and cursed, "What’s wrong with being a maid’s daughter! I never said I was the eldest daughter of the Wen Family! It’s you... it’s you, you idiot, who mistook me for it! I never... never admitted to being the Wen Family’s daughter!!"
Her father was a renowned scientist! Wen Youxiang, that old lecher, how dare he call himself her father!
"Clang—" The hand tossed forward, the can hitting the ground with a sharp crash.
She reached around, the coffee table was out of wine.
Wen Zaao irritably tousled her hair, even the wine was against her!
Struggling to rise from the sofa, she wobbled towards the kitchen...
"Bang—"
Something tripped her feet hard, Wen Zaao lunged forward, face-planting into the ground.
Wen Zaao kicked irritably, "What tripped me, get out of my way!"
With bare feet, she felt a cold touch on her sole, and something hard yet elastic beneath, instinctively she kicked again.
Stunned.
This... This... a person?
Wen Zaao turned back, seeing someone lying on the ground, almost scared out of her wits.
The person lay flat on the floor, clad in a Purple Gold Black Dragon Robe, long black hair flowed like a waterfall, features carved like those of a ghost father, a face as wickedly handsome as the devil, except his complexion was pallid, a sickly, unnatural white.
Wen Zaao was dumbstruck for a while, before withdrawing her gaze from that stunning face, realizing it was her own home, a chill creeping up her spine.
A ghost... a ghost!!!!!!
Wen Zaao panicked, scrambling to rush out, but barely a few steps in, a cold grip tightened around her ankle, as if something clutched her, rendering her immobile.
"Don’t come for me, don’t come for me! I have always abided by the law, respected the elderly and loved the young, a rightful citizen, go to Wen Xiaoxiao! She not only despises poverty but also poaches my corner, dating multiple men at once! Go to her, don’t come to me! Waaa!"
Terrified to the verge of tears, the drunkenness vanished without a trace, what to do, what to do? She hadn’t stolen kids’ candy nor snatched anyone’s boyfriend, how did she end up entangled with something unclean?
"Shut up, so noisy." A deep, magnetic voice like ringing stone slowly drifted in, "Come over and loosen my robe and serve me to bed."
The—the prince?
Prince... Prince?
Hell, still a thousand-year-old ghost?!!
Now a thousand-year-old ghost wants her to serve in bed...
Wen Zaao was even more scared, trembling, recalling the ghost story from a few days ago, where the heroine of youthful beauty, not only betrayed by a boyfriend, ended up with a ghost seizing her virginity before she could give it away, even got pregnant with ghost offspring she couldn’t abort, a wave of sorrow washed over her.
Soon she’ll become the real-life version of the heroine, anyone luckier than her, more pitiful than her?
She dared not look back, but couldn’t ignore the chill on her spine, gradually, a black shadow crawled closer from the ground.
Shadow, shadow...
Eh?
Wait!!!
Shadow?!!
Ghosts aren’t supposed to have shadows!
Wen Zaao leaped from the ground, turning to see the man, now standing, at some point, eyes as deep and cold as a frozen pond, with a trace of bewilderment, slowly turned, scrutinizing the surroundings.
"You... are not a ghost?!"
Now Wen Zaao noticed the man had feet, further confirming he wasn’t a ghost.
Her body relaxed slightly, tension easing a bit, yet her heart hadn’t quite calmed down, rising again.
Not a ghost, then a thief!
Damn! A burglar!
Even thieves are this trendy now? Cosplaying as a prince?
The man’s sharp gaze targeted Wen Zaao, today she wore a casual sporty outfit, ponytail tied high, unlike the ordinary common beauties he’d seen, due to the slight alcohol, her face was flushed, looking quite comfortable.
"Miss, I am human, not a ghost, nor a thief, rest assured, I won’t harm you, just borrowing a night in your place, leaving tomorrow."
The voice was magnetic, but carried a trace of weakness.
Yet Wen Zaao clearly didn’t buy it, this was the seventh floor, did he think of himself as Batman, climbing walls to her seventh-floor apartment for shelter? If making up lies, at least make them believable! Isn’t this insulting intelligence!!
Seeing her disbelief, the man rummaged from his chest, "This is your reward silver."
This ghost is quite ill, even his speech has an antique flavor.
Wen Zaao received the silver, weighing it in hand, quite substantial in weight, "The props are pretty well-made."
"What?" the man didn’t catch, wanting to ask further, suddenly, a metallic taste surged, a mouthful of blood spurted, next instant, his eyes closed, collapsing onto Wen Zaao.
The man’s body was heavy, Wen Zaao’s petite frame couldn’t hold up, both collapsing onto the ground.
Damn!
Attacking without warning, not just robbing money but attempted harassment!
Even more unfortunate, as they fell to the ground, the tightly shut door suddenly burst open from the outside, kicked in.
A well-dressed man in black suit stood in the doorway, wearing anger on his face, the incoming alcohol scent made him instinctively cover his mouth and nose, disdainful eyes searched the room, finally landing on the floor.
He saw Wen Zaao and a man sprawled together on the ground, needing no further explanation.
"Ha, Wen Zaao, didn’t you say you loved me wholeheartedly? You’ve already found someone else so quickly?" Lin Zixuan sneered sarcastically, "Listening to Xiaoxiao, I thought I’d come check on you, otherwise I wouldn’t witness such shamelessness from you!"
Wen Zaao hadn’t expected Lin Zixuan to come late at night, she pushed the man desperately, wanting to stand up, but no matter how she tried, the man remained motionless on top of her.
"Wen Zaao, do you know no shame! Rolling on the ground with some man!" Lin Zixuan seeing her seeing him yet not standing up, still hugging the man, a surge of anger arose.