He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 184 After Raising Ghosts, I Choose to Lie Down (Part 17)

Wen Yan looked up at him; his dark eyes, as deep as a bottomless pool, were unfathomable, yet when they met hers, they shimmered with a soft, watery light.

His gaze told her that he would do whatever she wanted.

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, then quickly moved to his side and wrapped her arms around his neck, her bright eyes gazing at him as if they could speak.

Jiang Yu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He put his arm around her waist and awkwardly pulled her onto his lap. Wen Yan shifted uncomfortably, and he adjusted her to the most comfortable position for her.

Jiang Yu couldn't refuse Wen Yan, but he had a strange aversion to the parts of the picture.

It seems his habits are resisting this villa.

However, he didn't say that he could ignore the feeling of resistance, but Wen Yan couldn't go there alone.

The two sat there like that, Jiang Yu looking at Wen Yan, Wen Yan looking at her phone, their crossed legs occasionally swinging, brushing against the folds of their trousers.

There was silence all around.

Wen Yan's phone suddenly rang. She asked Jiang Yu to hand it to her and answered it without thinking. She was quite surprised by the caller.

It turns out they're from the Wen family.

Since Jiang Yu reprimanded Wen Xianzheng and everyone else last time, no one has contacted her again.

"Is something wrong?"

Wen Xianzheng seemed to have all his energy drained away, his voice almost gone, and his attitude became increasingly humble: "Xiao Yan, please, save your second brother."

Second brother?

Wen Yan thought for a moment and realized it must be Wen Yun, the one who took her ghost-catching last time but ended up getting tortured instead.

Wen Yan neither agreed nor disagreed, but Wen Xianzheng poured out the whole story, explaining the cause and effect of everything.

It turned out that Wen Yun had taken on a big job exorcising ghosts. Young and hot-blooded, he had been resentful ever since he was beaten senseless by a ghost named Jiang Yu last time.

Determined to prove himself and the Wen family's worth, he secretly took on a job behind Wen Xianzheng's back.

If it were just ordinary work, that would be fine.

Although Wen Yun's abilities are not to say that he is invincible, he is still one of the best in the Wen family. Even a powerful ghost with some magic might not be able to get away with it.

Wen Yun thought so too, and hurriedly headed to the place the mission taker had mentioned, holding the invitation letter.

Seeing his hurried demeanor, Wen Xianzheng asked him a question.

He stammered, trying to brush it off, but Wen Xianzheng managed to get the truth out of him.

When Wen Xianzheng heard the location mentioned by Wen Yun, he was struck dumb, his hands trembling and his beard shaking as he strongly tried to stop him.

Wen Yun was puzzled, but after being lectured, she realized the seriousness of the mission.

"Xiao Yan, please, Wen Yun really can't go to Lonely Manor to participate in the competition. Wouldn't that be killing him?"

Wen Xianzheng wailed. He had asked around and had no other choice but to turn to Wen Yan for help.

Wen Yun was still muttering softly on the other end.

He felt that although the task was difficult, it was not as exaggerated as Wen Xianzheng had described.

What do you mean by "no trace of the body" or "reincarnated ghost"? If there really were such a powerful ghost, why don't we see it showing off?

After experiencing the beating incident by Jiang Yu, Wen Yun felt that no matter how powerful a ghost was, it couldn't surpass Jiang Yu... right?

He glanced at his own father, who was crying his eyes out as if he were about to die, and felt inexplicably guilty.

Could it be that the ghost is really that powerful?

Wen Yan accurately grasped the location Wen Xianzheng mentioned, her eyes narrowing slightly: "Where is Lonely Manor?"

Judging from her tone, Wen Xianzheng felt that things were negotiable, so he immediately spoke up.

It matches up; the location is exactly the same as the match location on the website.

It seems there's a big problem with this estate.

Wen Yan subtly probed for information, and Wen Xianzheng, anxious to save his son, naturally spoke frankly and without reservation.

"This desolate manor is fraught with misfortune; a vengeful ghost dwells here..."

Wen Xianzheng's pupils contracted slightly. He still remembered that day, when a thick, crimson fog filled half the sky, the stench of blood filled the air, and nothing grew in the surrounding area.

The most terrifying thing is that ghost, which lingers endlessly in the world, impossible to exorcise or harm in the slightest.

On his deathbed, the former patriarch held his hand and emphasized, "No member of the Wen family is allowed to set foot in the Lonely Manor."

After saying that, he closed his eyes.

As Wen Yan listened to his endless tales of terror, a chill ran down her spine. She felt it was a shame that Wen Xianzheng didn't tell ghost stories.

She turned around, switched hands to hold the phone, and put her other hand around Jiang Yu's neck.

Jiang Yu silently took the phone and held it up for her.

Wen Yan raised an eyebrow.

How thoughtful.

So she gently touched his cheek and casually said sarcastically into her phone, "You really have the heart of a bodhisattva, worried that I'd be bored, so you let me die in such a weird place."

"No, no, no, how could I let you die? I just... I just..."

"I just think my ghost husband is very powerful and might not be a match for that vengeful ghost. Even if he isn't, I'm sure I can escape because he's protecting me so fiercely."

Wen Xianzheng was dumbfounded. He couldn't hear anything clearly, only three words: ghost, old man, husband?

Are you referring to that cold-faced, vengeful ghost from before?

Suddenly, I was struck by lightning again and again...

The Wen family, so wise... bah, wise for countless lifetimes, actually suffered a huge setback because of Wen Yan.

At first, he thought the ghost was Wen Yanyang's lackey. He couldn't beat it, and although it was against the rules, he could only turn a blind eye because of its overwhelming strength.

To my utter surprise, reality was so unconventional that it was completely unacceptable...

It truly is a love story between a human and a ghost...

Wen Xianzheng cried, two lines of clear tears falling without warning, leaving Wen Yun stunned, thinking that Wen Yan had bullied his father by relying on ghosts.

He pretended to grab the phone and then had a serious argument with the person in charge.

Wen Xianzheng turned away and dodged him, continuing to silently beg for help while shedding tears.

After promising a bunch of benefits, he successfully got Wen Yan's affirmative promise and hung up the phone while wiping away his tears.

Seeing her son stubbornly insisting on discussing the matter with Wen Yan, she became even more furious.

He stomped on his ingrown toenail and growled at him to get lost.

Wen Yun's wails were deafening. After seeing her father, whose face was flushed with anger, she hopped and skipped outside the door, howling all the while.

Wen Yan was in a good mood after hanging up the phone.

He cupped Jiang Yu's face and gave him a big kiss. After Jiang Yu turned his face to the side, he very considerately gave him another kiss on the other cheek, symmetrically.

"You've agreed to let me raise ghosts on a large scale, and you're even offering any help, including but not limited to material assistance. Well done!"

Jiang Yu silently wiped his face, then rubbed his cheek against Wen Yan's excited face, his tone resentful: "You're that happy raising them?"

Wen Yan raised an eyebrow. Was she... jealous?

What else can we do but try to appease her?

Looking at Jiang Yu, who was burying his face in her neck without saying a word, Wen Yan sighed softly and ruffled his hair. It was fine except for being a little prickly.

She's slowly bringing the ghost into the open, gaining recognition—but for whom?

It's all for him; she doesn't want a bunch of people gathering to perform a ritual to send him off to the afterlife.

Although she had the ability to protect him, the cost was too high.

Let's take it one step at a time.

Wait, something doesn't seem right.

While Wen Yan was thinking about the future of a certain ghost, she suddenly remembered something.

She cupped his face in her hands: "My life doll is still with Lin Yueyi!!"

If Wen Xianzheng hadn't used Lin Yueyi as a comparison, saying that the vengeful ghost was thousands or tens of thousands of times stronger than Lin Yueyi's, she really wouldn't have remembered this.

Jiang Yu released his arm from hers and silently lifted the hem of his clothes. Wen Yan quickly stopped him from doing so.

We're talking about serious business!

Jiang Yu was confused, but I was doing something serious too.

He quickly lifted his shirt with his other hand, revealing a miniature version of Wen Yan lying quietly in the center of his chest, where his heart used to beat.

Wen Yan's pupils contracted sharply, and she cautiously reached out to touch it. "This is... my life doll?"

"Ah."

Jiang Yu looked down at the intact doll, a smile playing on his lips, his heart filled with joy.

"How did you get it back?"

"Help Lin Yueyi find her daughter."

"When will it happen?" Wen Yan was completely bewildered. Wasn't he always by her side? How could he have time to look for Lin Yueyi's daughter?

"The little dumpling in Xiao Bao's hand."

Point to end.

Wen Yan understood. That little dumpling was Lin Yueyi's daughter. And that's right, a mother-in-law who loves her grandson so much would take good care of her granddaughter.

She didn't speak, but simply pressed her hand on Jiang Yu's chest.

Jiang Yu thought she was angry with him for not telling her, so he immediately became nervous, grabbed her hand, and looked flustered.

"It's safe here."

His heart is his lifeline; how could it not be safe for him to place the doll on his lifeline?

Looking into his sparkling dark eyes, how could Wen Yan not know that he had misunderstood? So she lowered her head and carefully kissed his heart.

We cherish his feelings and pity him many times over.

Jiang Yumo's unfathomable dark eyes regained their luster. Looking at Wen Yan, who was lowering her head to kiss his chest, he felt his breath quicken and his eyes darken.

His voice grew even lower and hoarse as he murmured, "Research, research, research..."