On my eighteenth birthday, my deadbeat dad sent me off in a Rolls-Royce, saying I was going to marry into a wealthy family.
When I got there, I found out the groom had been dead for three years! I was so furious I nearly flipped the table, but my mother-in-law transferred two million yuan to me without a second thought.
The money pinged into my account. I stared at the balance and counted the zeroes three times, my heart pounding so hard I nearly shot straight into heaven. It was more money than my dad could make in a lifetime hauling bricks at construction sites!
If I didn't call her Mom, I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight! I called her Mom even more smoothly than her own son did. After all, who wouldn't say it for two million yuan? Only an idiot!
That night, my ghost husband, dead for three years, appeared.
He was definitely handsome, and definitely cold. The entire underworld treated him like a superior officer. I was thrilled, thinking I'd latched onto a big shot from the underworld, but only later did I discover that I was the one everyone wanted.
I'm a rare Yin body, the kind that appears once in a century. The entire underworld is searching for me.
Some want to use me to break a seal, some want to sacrifice me, and others bring me bubble tea every day, crying and begging me to become their stepmother.
All I want to know is, how did a broke student like me become such a coveted delicacy in the underworld just because I got married?
