My Restless Wife

A gorgeous, frail spouse × a refined, old-fashioned patriarch at first, then a gloomy, obsessive ghost of a man and an insanely jealous husband

2026.6.14

Wen Ming had a wonderful husband, Zhong Jinxun, whom he had gone to great lengths to seduce.

Born into a distinguished family with a long history, he was gentle and mature, treated Wen Ming with the utmost care, and was incredibly potent in bed.

Sometimes, Wen Ming even found his desire frightening.

Sadly, their happiness didn't last. This elegant, influential man died on their first wedding anniversary.

At the funeral, Wen Ming stood before the gravestone in a black suit, tears falling down his face.

Behind him, the shadows of the young heirs loomed like monsters, making him look all the more pitiful.

His husband had left him a substantial inheritance in his will.

Wen Ming lifted his beautiful eyes and began looking for his next prey.

The Zhong family was a den of vipers. He had to attach himself to someone powerful enough, then survive with all that wealth and influence.

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Wen Ming started coming home later and later.

Sometimes, he heard faint sounds.

A window being gently pushed open, the bathroom light suddenly turning on, the coffee maker starting by itself...

Wen Ming knew Zhong Jinxun had come back.

What could a dead man do?

In front of his late husband, Wen Ming crossed his slender, pale legs on the sofa and softened his voice to call his lover.

Not even a minute later, the call lost its signal.

After a brief flicker, every electronic device in the house began inexplicably playing explicit videos, the sound all around him and every detail crystal clear.

Wen Ming understood. He was warning him.

Don't go wandering around. Don't go flirting with people.

He was dead, but that didn't mean he couldn't still discipline him.

For example, right now...

"Baby."

"I know you can't stay faithful, and you're beautiful and deceitful."

"I want you alive, so I'll let you leave me for a while."

But not for too long.

After all, you were the one who seduced me.

P.S.

1. Dark tastes, writing what I want to read. No requests to change the plot.

2. Both are sexually exclusive. The recipient has questionable morals, but the pursuer is even more underhanded.

3. If I say it's pure love, will you believe me, babies? Sobs, crawling away.

Theme: To be decided.