Bound to Qing

My name is Qiu Chengle, and I'm a designer who just wants to lie flat.

One day, a female corpse in a qipao was unearthed at a construction site. After she came back to life, she insisted I buy her milk tea.

I thought I was in for a romantic encounter, but she narrowed her eyes and told me, "Your great-grandfather owed me a debt back then. Now it's your turn to pay it."

She wasn't just a monster. She was also a creditor from my ancestral line.

To stay alive, I taught her how to use a phone, helped her crush a rival company, and even had to do her hair in that damn retro updo.

Qiu Yingying said that once she got her revenge, she'd drain my blood to restore her magic.

But just now, when she snatched my phone and went on a spending spree, I casually called her a "spendthrift."

She froze, then tilted her head and asked, "A home? Are you going to give me a home?"

This is bad. Not only does this monster hold a grudge, she seems to have gotten the wrong idea too.