The Nether Lord's Groom

On the day of his eighteenth birthday ceremony, Zhan Qingcheng learned that he had a ghost-marriage partner. His grandfather said the man was a big shot who ruled the ghost world, and he was overjoyed. A big shot meant he must be fabulously rich and powerful in the ghost markets! It would be a waste not to cling to such a powerful patron. His dream of lazing around and living off someone else depended on this partner. Until his partner showed up at his door in ragged clothes, covered in wounds. Zhan Qingcheng: Grandpa lied! The day he was captured and taken into the ghost realm, Zhan Qingcheng thought he was about to become a ghost on the spot, doomed to a miserable afterlife of doing nothing while waiting to be reincarnated. But then someone tore open the cold, pitch-black ghost realm with his bare hands. The man approached him step by step, his face icy and murderous, the cold in his eyes even more chilling than the ten regions of the ghost realm. In an instant, heaven and earth shattered, and the ghost realm shook. Zhan Qingcheng: Grandpa didn't lie. Zhan Qingcheng: You're so powerful. How come you're so poor? Jiang Liye: Isn't money just an external possession? Zhan Qingcheng: ... Jiang Liye: ... Zhan Qingcheng: I really want a divorce. Jiang Liye: If we divorce, someone else will get my assets. Zhan Qingcheng stared at the thick stack of property deeds and countless other assets before him, swallowing hard. Maybe this life wasn't so bad after all. Blurb screenshotted and posted on Weibo on January 18, 2022 Theme: Though poor in wealth, never poor in ambition