A beautiful, money-loving, grudge-holding, fiercely loyal, protective, doting wife of a Daoist prodigy top × a Taotie-appetited, jealous, food-loving Maoshan heir and kept-man bottom
Ji Fengrao stared at the two-digit balance left in her bank account and sighed.
Qu Xiaomeng, however, didn’t seem bothered at all. Grinning, she wrapped an arm around Ji Fengrao’s waist.
“If we run out, we’ll just earn more. Worst comes to worst, I’ll support you!”
Qu Xiaomeng kept chewing, polishing off a huge bowl of rice, then clutched the pot and gnawed on a giant pork knuckle.
“Besides, I’ve got my sister’s business all figured out. We may only get work once every six months, but one job can feed us for a whole year!”
Once every six months? Was she planning to support Ji Fengrao, or hoping she’d starve to death first?
Fuming, Ji Fengrao pinned Qu Xiaomeng down and gave her a thorough “stir-frying” and “rough handling.” In the end, though, she still shouldered the burden of supporting the family.
Unexpectedly, the wealthy Xi’an family’s “vulgar and ghastly haunting” turned out to be a trap laid specifically for her by the Uncanny Dao.
“Xiaomeng, get out of the way!” Ji Fengrao cried.
Qu Xiaomeng was dragged into endless darkness. The only thing left ringing in her ears was:
“If you want her to come to no harm, hand over the ‘Sealing Ban’ in exchange!”
Ji Fengrao returned to her ancestral home and found the inherited Daoist art, “Sealing Ban.”
To escape the Uncanny Dao, which had come out in full force, she dragged Qu Xiaomeng into the underground sealed domain, only to be ambushed by her.
A tear slipped from the corner of Qu Xiaomeng’s blood-red eye.
“Quick, run, ”
“Shut up!”
Clutching her bloodstained wedding ring, Ji Fengrao drove the Demon-Quelling Bell into her heart meridian and sank her teeth into Qu Xiaomeng’s neck.
Qu Xiaomeng hissed in pain, but hooked her arms tightly around Ji Fengrao’s neck.
“Now we’re settling old scores, but no bringing them up again once we get home, okay?”
“I make the rules in this family.”
Ji Fengrao licked the blood from her lips and smiled.
Not only would she settle those scores, she’d take her time about it. After all…
One-on-one, both devoted only to each other | Wives teaming up | A fresh take on the ancient Investiture of the Gods | Entirely fictional setting
