The Slave Wife of the Ghost Merchant

This morning, the sky was clear and blue, cloudless. I wore ten-centimeter stiletto heels and a rose-red close-fitting skirt, and walked out of the house with the determination to die. Yesterday, my mother sneaked into my room and spat at me again to tell me that the son of a certain family who had returned from overseas was back, how handsome he was, how knowledgeable and well-educated he was... "Mom, you can remarry, I have no objection." I grabbed a handful of messy hair and still stared at the computer. Please, I just graduated from Chacha University of Political Science and Law last year. It's a good time to enjoy a free single life, but my mother just makes me look like a golden saint...