Transmigrated as the Netherworld Lord's Contract Wife

Wen Ruan transmigrated into a book with 44,444,444 in her bank account. She thought she had landed in a modern CEO romance where she would rise from the ashes and every handsome man in the story would fall for her.

It wasn't until a man with his hair bound beneath a jade crown and dressed in a wedding robe pinned her against an intricately carved pearwood bed, kissed her earlobe, and made her tremble with his icy touch that she realized she might have transmigrated into an ancient romance about forbidden favor.

But when the man vanished in a wisp of black smoke and countless ghosts bowed at Wen Ruan's feet, she froze. So she had transmigrated into a supernatural fantasy after all!

Why was a helpless young woman whose heart held nothing but socialist values being pursued by the Lord of the Underworld?!

Wen Ruan was so distressed she felt dizzy and sick to her stomach.

The ghost messenger said nervously, "Miss Wen, the Lord of the Underworld has already arranged your maternity hospital and postpartum care center."

Wen Ruan turned pale. "Am I pregnant with a ghost baby?!"