Cross-Realm Spirit Merchant

Xiao Hui had an utterly ordinary name and was an utterly ordinary person. Then he accidentally wandered into the Underworld and got tangled up with an evil spirit. At the critical moment, Shen Yu, a radiant immortal of noble bearing, paid off his debt for him. So all those years of kowtowing hadn’t been for nothing! Then the person in front of him opened his mouth and said, “Husband, I’ve searched so hard for you!” Hold on! Husband? Who? Me? Xiao Hui swore to the heavens that not only was his name utterly ordinary, he was utterly ordinary himself. There was absolutely no way he could be some immortal’s husband. Shen Yu had probably spent several thousand years as the Matchmaker and gone senile. He stubbornly insisted Xiao Hui was his husband, the Night Wanderer Li Meng. Love debts were the hardest to repay. Xiao Hui would rather die than depend on a man, so he started a business called “Myriad Realms Express.” The project had barely launched when Shen Yu showed up with a heart full of “cuddle up with my husband.” Xiao Hui: “Who are you?” Shen Yu: “Your largest shareholder.” Xiao Hui: “???” Shen Yu: “You took my money. You’re not going to deny you owe me, are you?” Xiao Hui: “I, ” Shen Yu: “Waaah, waaah, waaah!” From then on, life across the Three Realms took a sharp turn. “Dear customer, shipping from the Underworld is free, and Meng Po’s Soup comes with a seven-day no-questions-asked return policy!” The Black and White Impermanence were busy packing orders, while the Judge worked customer service. In Heaven, the Paper Moon Shopping Festival was in full swing. On Earth, mooncakes in Chang’e’s signature style were booked up three years in advance. And that bargain husband quietly became Xiao Hui’s angel investor, legal counsel, and number-one fan. Xiao Hui: “Why do you keep following me?” Shen Yu: “Because you’re my husband.” Xiao Hui: “But I don’t remember you.” Shen Yu smiled gently. “Then I’ll court you all over again.” Xiao Hui: “...Say something like that again and I might actually fall for you.” A death-fearing money-lover VS an all-powerful, hopeless romantic The day the rain falling from the heavens turned into red threads once more, Xiao Hui finally realized: Whether he remembered or not, the fool who had been by his side from beginning to end was where he belonged. Many years later. Li Meng snapped his ledger shut. “Why is all the money in the accounts listed under Xiao Hui’s name?” Shen Yu: “??? Isn’t that you?” Li Meng: “That lie is even more ridiculous than the storybook I read yesterday!” The next day, Li Meng held up a diary, his fingertips trembling. “Who is this Second Prince?! And you even shared a bed with him!” Shen Yu hurriedly grabbed his sleeve. “Heaven and earth can bear witness! That was your secret identity in the East Sea illusion!” Li Meng shook him off. “I don’t care! You’re sleeping in the study tonight!” A few days later, a poem was slapped down on the table. Li Meng’s voice was icy. “And what about this Ye Zhou? You actually wrote him, ‘I only wish your heart were like mine’?! Matchmaker, you certainly have a way with words and love!” Shen Yu dropped to his knees. “Ye Zhou is you! You, you, you! You thought the name ‘Xiao Hui’ wasn’t grand enough, so you insisted on using it as your alias when you ran Myriad Realms Express!” Li Meng turned and stalked off, his sleeves billowing. “Divorce! This time, we’re definitely getting divorced!” That night, all Three Realms could hear the Matchmaker’s Hall ringing with drawn-out sobs. What’s a husband to do when he has too many secret identities and a terrible memory!!!! Theme: Love is instinct, protection, and coming to you.