[The main story is complete. If you enjoyed it, please add it to your favorites! My next novel, The Green Tea Beta's G-String Trap, is coming soon. Its blurb is below.]
Mortician & ghost bride
Strong-willed, fiery uke & cool, bewitching seme
Lately, mortician Su Jianing has been running into strange things.
Several brides in a row have died in accidents, their bodies even left mangled.
At midnight, she can make out the sound of wedding suona music and children's singing.
When she dreams, a woman's long hair brushes across her cheek, carrying an eerie sweetness.
A female ghost is haunting her.
Su Jianing scoffs. "I'm a mortician, for heaven's sake. Why would I be afraid of ghosts?"
Then she drops to her knees and begs, "Please, just go! I'll see you off!"
The female ghost wears a red wedding gown and sits sideways by the window.
Su Jianing reaches out and strokes the blood-red beauty mark beneath her bewitching eyes, as if admiring a work of art.
"I've seen plenty of the dead, but never anyone this beautiful."
The ghost turns her head, her cold lips brushing Su Jianing's hand.
"Weren't you just telling me to leave?"
Su Jianing stares at the hand the ghost kissed, a smile hidden in her eyes. "I wouldn't dare..."
A ghost bride, buried beneath the earth by feudal tradition and wandering through the dark of night, watches over and protects a mortician who preserves the dignity of the dead.
Only then does the numb mortician truly understand that death is a farewell from which there is no return.
A love from a past life, a wish to be lost in it for all eternity...
Below is the blurb for my upcoming novel, The Green Tea Beta's G-String Trap.
A tsundere CEO pretending to be aloof, who can't sing in tune & a green-tea singer with a career-driven mind
ABO story
Jiang Yan, a struggling singer, sizes up the woman sitting across the table in a casual suit, her long hair tied back loosely. Zhou Jinming, CEO of a record company.
An abundance of resources and a famous production team are laid out before her, all in exchange for becoming Zhou Jinming's lover. Why would she turn that down?
It's just that her sugar mommy always gets lost in thought while listening to her songs, and isn't gentle with her either. She often bites Jiang Yan's useless gland viciously, so Jiang Yan can only put on an innocent act: It's my fault for being just a beta.
Even when Zhou Jinming's awful singing is right in her ears, she can still smile and say, "You sing so beautifully, Big Sis. Your voice is heavenly!"
In her mind: What can I do? Just humor the sugar mommy!
With all that backing her, the only beta singer, Jiang Yan, makes it to the top-tier star ranks!
Just as her future looks bright, she suddenly loses her voice.
Zhou Jinming anxiously takes her from doctor to doctor, caring for her at every turn.
Jiang Yan, however, cries like a pear blossom in the rain and says hoarsely, "I'm no use to you anymore. Let me go!"
Zhou Jinming squeezes the reports from various famous doctors in her hand. Her vocal cords are undamaged, and they recommend considering psychological causes.
Suppressing the corners of her mouth as they turn up, Zhou Jinming understands at once. What could be wrong? Is a singer's acting addiction a problem?
She clears her throat and puts on a reluctant expression. "Have you thought this through? Without me, you'll have nothing."
Jiang Yan cries even louder, putting on a humble act. "Big Sis, I'm useless now. Just let me go..."
Seven years ago, rain pattered outside a music shop.
A girl walked through the rain under an umbrella, singing as she went.
Her youthful voice drifted into Zhou Jinming's ears. The way she sang and the timbre of her voice were just like hers.
The girl walked up beside Zhou Jinming and held her umbrella over her, shielding her from the drizzle.
"Have you ever thought about becoming a singer?" It had been a long time since Zhou Jinming had heard a voice like that performed live.
Jiang Yan lowered her head and asked, feigning a sigh, "So far, no beta has ever become a singer."
Zhou Jinming looked at the unfamiliar girl before her. The song still seemed to linger in the air beside her. "You could be the first."
The girl lowered her eyes, hiding her satisfaction. She knew she'd picked the right song, and the right person.
1. Female A, no accessories.
2. No pregnancy or childbirth.
3. No real-life inspirations.
4. There will be a reversal where the uke becomes the seme later on.
Theme: Break with feudal traditions and respect life.
You have such a big face, you just want to accompany me if you say you will? Who are you? What's going on in the Palace of Hell? Don't those shady soldiers and shady handsome men need to go to work anymore? No need to complete KPI? Why do we always let a group of living people deal with the dead...
I, Qin Yu, am the fierce one, and my fighting power is unparalleled.
😂 A mascot that fishes in troubled waters can still drop blood to turn the tide at critical moments.
Here we go again, you damn duck, you have such a tough mouth, you can't speak well!
Su Jianing: Where is my wife? What about my wife who is so older?!!
Which era was intolerant to men? Even in modern times, when a couple quarrels or divorces, and family members and friends come to persuade them, they will always say: It is not easy for him to make money outside, so you should be more considerate of him. As a couple, just make do with it. But many people forget that women also work outside the home and have to take care of the family...
When will Xiao Su be able to open a mouth that speaks well?
😂 I feel that as an adult, I no longer have the feeling of being a ghost. Ha ha ha ha
Hello, I am a reader, and I am very happy to witness your story. 😏
Until the last one, no one knows what the outcome will be.