I'm Raising the Boss's Ancestor

When the boss's family was holding a memorial ceremony, intern Xia Du'an went over to deliver an urgent document. On her way back, she was followed by a "nasty thing."

The "nasty thing" wore an expensive, impeccably tailored vintage suit and a black wool cloak in the middle of summer. It had dark hair, red lips, skin as pale as paper, and floated as it walked.

It followed Xia Du'an all the way into her apartment complex. Terrified, she hid in the security booth. After waiting there for ages without seeing the "nasty thing," she finally made her nervous way back to her studio apartment.

She shut the door and turned around. The "nasty thing" was sitting with its legs crossed on her tiny teddy-bear couch, elegantly watching the sunset.

Xia Du'an immediately called the police and pointed at the "nasty thing" sitting on the couch. Her voice trembled like a leaf. "Officer, I don't know this person. He, he broke into my home."

The two officers stared at the empty couch, utterly bewildered.

The "nasty thing" gazed at her innocently with its clear, alluring eyes.

When she realized she was the only one who could see the "nasty thing," Xia Du'an died inside.

After trying everything from moving house and hiring an exorcist to raising a black dog, Xia Du'an still couldn't get the "nasty thing" to leave. Furious, she decided to demand rent.

With her hands on her hips and a glare, she said, "You can't expect to eat and live at my place for free, can you?"

The "nasty thing" floated past her holding a sandwich, paying no attention to her anger.

Xia Du'an tried to elicit sympathy again. "I'm just a little intern. I haven't even graduated college, and I only make 800 a month. My mom's the one paying rent for this place. I ride shared electric bikes every day, squeeze onto the subway, and eat budget meals. Do you have any idea how hard that is? And now you're picking on me, too."

Overcome with emotion, Xia Du'an even shed a couple of tears.

When she went to work the next day, Xia Du'an felt that the head of general affairs was looking at her a little strangely.

At lunchtime, Xia Du'an was just about to use her phone to order delivery when the head of general affairs had already ordered her food from a nearby private restaurant.

When work ended that afternoon, general affairs arranged a car just for her and told her the company would provide both her lunches and commute from now on.

Sitting in the spacious business car, Xia Du'an felt nervous but excited. She thought the wealthy, handsome boss might have taken a liking to her.

Behind the glass of the office building, the boss watched the car carrying Xia Du'an drive away, his feelings complicated.

His family had a great-grandfather who died young. Lately, the old man had been appearing in his dreams, asking him to buy tasty food for intern Xia Du'an, send a car to pick her up and drop her off, and give her a raise.

The boss was baffled. How had intern Xia Du'an managed to get such powerful connections with his great-grandfather?

In the 99th year after Jiang Tingfeng's death, he met the first person who could see his spirit.

The young woman was carrying a heavy stack of documents. She bent down as she passed him. "Sorry, could I get by?" she said, wearing a cautious smile on her delicate face.

After just one look, Jiang Tingfeng decided to follow her.

Theme: They meet so they can help each other heal.