The Obsessive Mogul's Cross-Time Pursuit of His Wife

She drifted above her own grave, watching a blood-soaked man frantically dig it up.

“Sir, Miss Ning is already dead!”

He jerked his head up, his blood-red eyes fixing on her spirit. “Even dead, she’s mine.”

Ning Xuechu shivered. Help! This lunatic even wants a ghost!

He flung open the empty coffin, his bloodstained fingers passing through her spirit. “Come home with me...”

In her previous life,

he returned victorious, overjoyed and eager to ask the emperor for permission to marry her.

She wore a phoenix crown and red wedding robes, seated in a bridal sedan chair bound for another man’s home.

Their two wedding processions passed each other on Changcuo Street. Fate’s cruel joke parted the lovers forever, one living and one dead.

In this life, he carefully spoils her rotten.

“Brother Mo! Sister hit me.”

Shen Mo didn’t even look up. “Hold her hand. Does it hurt?”

“Mr. Shen! Miss Ning drove my brand-new Bugatti into the river!”

“Buy ten more,” he said, signing a check. “Don’t let her find out.”

“Shen Mo! Your childhood sweetheart called me a vixen!”

He sneered. “Butler, stop letting every stray dog into the house.” Then he turned to her and spoke softly. “Darling, shall you wear that fox-print nightgown tonight?”

Eventually, everyone knew he had someone precious in his heart.

But…