After I Got Tangled Up With a Clingy Ghost

[Naive Foolish Bottom x Stingy Dad-Type Top]

Shang Jianzhen picked up a ghost. A dirt-poor man who had less than fifty yuan to his name picked up an actual ghost.

With a fifty-cent bunch of scallions in one hand and eggs he'd snatched from the supermarket aunties and uncles in the other, Shang Jianzhen also had a filthy little ghost tucked under his arm.

Aside from his excessively beautiful, almost dazzling face, the little ghost had even less in his pockets than Shang Jianzhen. Shang Jianzhen couldn't figure out why he'd taken him home, either.

Why couldn't he have picked up the God of Wealth instead? he thought.

*

Shang Jianzhen really had seen a ghost.

He was still wearing a cheap T-shirt from a street stall, yet somehow he'd gone and bought a pile of luxury goods at the mall.

With his own miserly habits, he might not even spend eight hundred yuan in a month. Now he'd spent thousands on a few pieces of clothing, only to turn around and burn them.

And all because he'd suddenly remembered that the little ghost seemed to love pretty things. He'd gazed longingly at the stylish characters on TV.

"Big Brother, I don't know why, but Xixi has new clothes!" The little ghost gazed at Shang Jianzhen with huge, shining eyes. His slender teenage figure was as lovely as a white rose just plucked from a branch.

The true miser, Shang Jianzhen, washed the ash off his hands and answered flatly, "Yeah. I wonder why."

*

As if he'd figured out a pattern, the little ghost began talking to the TV on purpose, now and then.

He'd realized that whenever he said he wanted something, it would show up at home the next day.

Then one day, he gasped at a ruby on the TV. "Wow, I want that so badly!"

Shang Jianzhen looked at the auction price, starting at five million, and fell into thought.

And so a rising business star was born.

The little ghost really was the God of Wealth, Shang Jianzhen's very own God of Wealth.

1. This fool has old-school tastes and just wants to write a sweet little story. The bottom loses his memories at first and turns into a little dummy who only remembers his nickname. Later, he gets his memories back and remembers his full name.

2. Updates at noon. I've got lots of chapters saved up, so please don't let this lamp go hungry by waiting to binge it.

While I'm at it, here's the lamp's upcoming story about a sickly beauty adored by everyone. It's probably going to be my next book, or the one after!

Here's the blurb:

In the year 9305 of the Astral Calendar, Liu Lun accidentally transmigrated into the future and became an undocumented nobody. He had no common sense, no education, and no job, and to top it off, he had the frail, sickly body of a beauty who could barely take a few steps without gasping.

As a mouthful of blood slowly spilled from his lips, a voice rang out in his mind.

[Hello, Host. Our scan shows your wealth ranks in the top two percent of the interstellar population. To promote the circulation of wealth, Money-Spending System 599 has been bound to you!]

The penniless undocumented Liu Lun slowly replied, "Huh?"

Money-Spending System 599 spoke with fervor. [We've specially launched a life-extending shop for you, Host. All you have to do is complete missions and, Aah! Host, why are you still broke?]

The System frantically checked the data and shrieked. [We came ten years too early! The Host is still a penniless nobody who just arrived in the stars, ]

*

A useless System that can't leave and a sickly beauty of a Host who can't go home: these two hopeless partners begin a miserable life of swindling, cheating, and robbing the rich to help the poor.

Liu Lun: 599, where did the research funding you just transferred to them come from?

599: From the bank account of Calis, the son of a second-rank planetary governor and one of the Host's devoted admirers.

Liu Lun: ? Who's that?

599: Hehe, the Host's devoted simp from ten years in the future

Liu Lun: What about the military funding from last time...

559: Hehe, that was transferred from the private account of another simp, the crown prince of the Kaman Empire

Liu Lun, who didn't know a soul, was thrilled and trembling when he saw a wanted notice about himself on the news.

[There have recently been frequent reports of thefts at major banks across the stars. We remind citizens to keep their accounts safe and never share private information!]

Liu Lun let out a piercing scream.

*

The victims tracked this audacious criminal across planets and star systems, only to discover that the culprit was a stunning F-class beauty who would faint if someone spoke too loudly. They all said, "This has to be a criminal's trick!"

The frail, pitiful F-class fugitive was surrounded by a group of powerful figures, all with double S-class physical and mental abilities. She furrowed her brow and clutched her chest, and blood even trickled from the corner of her mouth!

The double S-class elites, who had never seen anyone so delicate in their lives, fell silent.

Looking at Liu Lun's beautiful face, still pale with illness, they struggled to look away and tried to console themselves: Maybe he just needs money for medical treatment.

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