After the Yandere Ghost Faked His Death

[Intense, Ghostly Yandere × Carefree Little Sun Who Cares About Nothing but Herself]

Song Wanqing waited and waited,

until at last her husband died.

She no longer had to pretend to love him every day, cling to him and coo, or call for water in the middle of the night only to be kissed awake early the next morning.

To be fair, her husband was handsome, gentle, and thoughtful, always putting her first. There really was nothing to fault him for.

But life like that was too bland. After eating delicacies every day, sometimes you wanted to try a different flavor.

The problem was that Pei Qiusheng was too possessive and would burst into tears at the slightest thing.

And he was the man who had once saved her life.

So Song Wanqing had to grit her teeth and live a life whose end she could see from the start.

Then one day, Pei Qiusheng died.

Song Wanqing decided to look for some new husbands.

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Pei Qiusheng felt that Song Wanqing didn't seem to love him anymore.

Or perhaps she'd grown tired of him.

He had always known she liked new things.

But they had grown up together as childhood sweethearts and shared a deep bond. No matter how hard Pei Qiusheng wracked his brains, he couldn't make every day feel new for her.

All he could do was love her with all his might, give her every rare treasure he could find, and learn all kinds of new tricks to please her.

Day after day, he felt Song Wanqing's love for him fade and her perfunctory attitude grow harder to hide.

Pei Qiusheng thought, he couldn't blame her.

He simply hadn't given her enough excitement.

The young man sat alone all night, then decided to try one more time.

If Song Wanqing still loved him, he would talk it over with her, even if... she wanted to keep him while looking elsewhere for excitement.

If she didn't love him, she wouldn't grieve his death. Pei Qiusheng was willing to let her go and give her a little time to enjoy herself.

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The day Pei Qiusheng faked his death,

Song Wanqing breathed a huge sigh of relief, slept in, ate three bowls of rice without a care in the world, then went to a brothel and booked its top courtesan.

Pei Qiusheng watched from the shadows, eyes red, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold back.

But when Song Wanqing's hand was about to touch the courtesan's face, he kicked over the screen.

Damn this nonsense about whether she loved him! Damn this nonsense about letting her go! Damn this nonsense about giving her time to enjoy herself!

What did it matter whether Song Wanqing loved him?

All that mattered was that he loved her.

He, Pei Qiusheng, would haunt her even as a ghost.

Reading Guide:

1. Basically, it's the married life of a very sick man who'll go crazy and bang his head against the wall if he can't have his wife's love, and a little sun who can calm him with a single sentence.

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