Wen Jing returned home to pay respects to her ancestors. After accidentally pulling up the weeds on someone else's grave, she woke up having transmigrated into the role of the young madam of the Chen family in Ningcheng.
The young madam's surname was Lin, and her given name was Zhijing. She was the childhood sweetheart and wife of Chen Siyin.
The Chen family was wealthy and influential, ranking among Ningcheng's most prominent merchant families.
Her mother-in-law was loving, so there was clearly no tension between them. Her husband was gentle, gazing at her with tender affection. At a glance, they seemed like a happily married couple.
The overworked office drone Wen Jing was instantly smitten. “Could it be that my ancestors are blessing me, letting me escape the life of a wage slave so I can enjoy the good life?”
But before Wen Jing could join hands with her bargain husband and begin their heartwarming tale of a couple returning home together, she discovered that she couldn't get out.
The bad news: the grand and luxurious Chen residence was actually a cage!
The good news: her bargain husband was the key to getting out.
So...
The man looked at the delicate beauty clinging to him and refusing to let go. His usually gentle, refined face darkened like a storm cloud. Gritting his teeth, he forced the words out through his throat: “Get down.”
Wen Jing: “No! Not unless I'm dead!”
Her bargain husband sneered. “Then go die.”
To unravel the mystery of the Chen residence, Wen Jing had no choice but to spar with her bargain husband, play along and pretend, trade barbs and clash head-on. Then, somehow, she ended up in his arms, and their act became real??
Later, through old objects imbued with the lingering soul of the original Lin Zhijing, Wen Jing entered one illusion after another. Within them, she uncovered a long-buried story and learned the truth about Chen Siyin's death.
It turned out the person who had spent every day and night with her had never been human...
The world crumbled inch by inch behind Wen Jing. A scene like purgatory spread around her, with shrill ghostly wails and mountains of corpses and rivers of blood everywhere.
Wen Jing looked at the tall man before her, his body wreathed in ghostly energy, his eyes bloodred, his expression mocking and cruel. In her sorrow, her heart was strangely calm, without fear or regret.
Ah, no. Maybe she did have one little regret.
At that moment, all she wanted was to rush over, hold him, and softly ask, “Chen Siyin, does it hurt?”
A haunting tale in a garden, yet all that remained was a dream of fleeting glory.
Clear-headed, scheming transmigrated office drone who loves playing a part VS gentle, wise, composed young master who watches from the sidelines. Wen Jing x Chen Siyin, one-on-one, happy ending.
Theme: With a glimmer of light in your heart, you have nothing to fear.
💔 I just finished reading the new chapter and locked it