By day, she’s the invisible nobody at a law firm. By night, she moonlights in the underworld.
Her salary is six thousand, half in yuan and half in ghost money.
The Judge of the Underworld said she could exchange her savings at the Bank of the Underworld, and she believed him for six months before realizing it was a load of ghostly nonsense.
The day she decided to quit, a sleepwalking man showed up.
Impeccably dressed, with an aura that could fill a room, he was a sucker she wouldn’t take for free.
Her heart softened, and she covered the bill for his presidential suite.
Then he opened a bottle of wine worth 120,000 in the suite, and charged it to her tab!
Now she owed 120,000, and her resignation plans were dead in the water.
And it got even more ridiculous:
She went to the civil affairs bureau to register her marriage, only to find out her husband was in a vegetative state. Before she’d even laid eyes on him, he was gone.
(The 300,000 bride price did arrive right on time, though.)
Wait, why does that sleepwalking sucker look more and more like the husband who “died” on her?
Wait again:
The Judge of the Underworld was so terrified his blue hair stood on end as he announced that she was the Queen of the Underworld’s wife?!
She looked down at herself: a rented room, instant noodles, and 120,000 in debt.
This? Worthy of the King of the Underworld?
The Judge wiped his sweat. “That’s why you have to work in the underworld and build up merit. Otherwise, you won’t be worthy of him!”
Su Wanwan: ???
I was widowed on my wedding day, and now you’re telling me my husband is the King of the Underworld, and I have to work off my debt and earn merit to be worthy of him?
The underworld’s emotional manipulation is even worse than the living world’s.
