Eighteen Ghost Emperors of my ancestors, how dare you make me live in terror?

The sound of water in the bathroom is about to stop.

Lu Ye leaned back in the bathtub, water droplets dripping from his hair, the beauty in his arms was completely limp.

She nestled in my arms like a kitten, her breath hot.

The president's expensive black tuxedo was already soaked through; there was hardly any fabric left on his body anyway, and his stockings had several tears.

The previous battle was too hasty and intense, so the equipment hadn't been completely removed yet.

Lu Ye looked down at the face in his arms. Most of the makeup was ruined, and lipstick was smeared everywhere, but it also had a kind of broken beauty.

He reached out and brushed a strand of wet hair off her cheek. Jiang Yingqing unconsciously rubbed against his palm, like a cat that had been petted comfortably.

"Not bad, I woke up faster than I expected," Lu muttered.

Just a moment ago, the president could barely stand, but now he was able to lift his head on his own. His hazy eyes had become a little clearer, although his limbs were still weak.

The effects of the medicine have mostly worn off.

Although the effects are still lingering, at least there is now some time to sober up.

So the atmosphere in the bathroom became a bit stiff.

"you......."

"I......."

"You go first," Lu said, shutting up.

Jiang Yingqing closed her eyes, her voice a little hoarse, "Wouldn't you call this taking advantage of someone in distress?"

"Taking advantage of someone's misfortune?"

Lu Ye pointed to the fresh scratches on his shoulder, the bite mark on his lip, and... the small hand that was tightly gripping the soft flesh of his waist.

"Why don't you take a look and see if you're about to squeeze my kidneys out?"

If the president hadn't been a little out of it earlier, he would have fought back long ago. Anyone who dared to "beat" him like that has already been severely punished.

Jiang Yingqing also noticed her hand and loosened her grip a little, but didn't let go completely.

Her gaze lingered on Lu Ye for a moment. His burgundy shirt was nowhere to be found, revealing his clean-cut figure, with water droplets trickling down his spine.

"What you just said..." Jiang Yingqing's eyes were somewhat vacant.

Which sentence?

"You said... I'd be yours from now on." Her eyes were reddish from the lingering effects of the medication. "You said you'd treat me well, that you'd give me anything I wanted?"

Lu Ye, half-closing his eyes to regain his strength, said, "I never go back on my word."

Jiang Yingqing looked at the profile of the man right in front of her and suddenly blushed: "You...you said you wanted to have a son soon."

"Hmm."

"But you're still so young."

"You're turning nineteen soon, it's perfectly fine to be a dad at this age. Oh no, I left the goji berries I made in your car." Lu Ye slapped his thigh, wondering if he could get them back later.

Jiang Yingqing didn't know whether she was amused or annoyed by him; the corner of her mouth twitched slightly, but she quickly suppressed it.

"Aren't you afraid I'm some kind of supernatural being? This is a supernatural instance, you know that, right?"

"What a coincidence." Lu Ye grinned. "I can only say you're not the first. You two need to meet up later. No fighting, okay? Be good."

Jiang Yingqing tilted her head. She had never seen such a nonchalant look on a "human" face before. It seemed that she was not worried at all about being backfired by the eerie energy on the strange creature, and it even seemed that she did not care about her identity as a strange creature.

The effects of the drug that had just been suppressed were surging again. The secretary from the client had given her a very strong dose, which even an A-level supernatural being like her couldn't handle.

Jiang Yingqing's breathing became rapid again, and her eyes gradually became unfocused.

She uttered a sentence after a long time, her voice trailing off with a softness she herself didn't even realize.

"...Carry me out."

"Alright."

Lu Ye scooped her up in his arms and carried her horizontally.

Jiang Yingqing instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her long, wet hair hanging down, water droplets dripping all the way from the bathroom to the bedroom.

As Lu Ye passed by the living room, he paused slightly because he saw that the living room had been changed.

The walls were covered with bright red double happiness characters, two burning red candles sat on the coffee table, the curtains had been replaced with red gauze curtains, and even the carpet was covered with a thin layer of dried rose petals.

Lu Ye glanced down at the embroidered image of a female ghost on his wedding dress on his chest.

The embroidery was slightly warm, like an invisible hand gently caressing his skin, carrying a woman's emotions that were both happy and somewhat complicated.

The bedroom was decorated more like a wedding room, with a huge bed covered with bright red bedding and a handful of red dates and peanuts.

Lu Ye originally planned to throw the president onto the bed first, and then go out to get the thermos, but Jiang Yingqing hooked his neck and pulled him onto the bed as well.

As expected of an A-level supernatural being, its strength is incredible.

Jiang Yingqing had trapped him like an octopus, her hot breath spraying into his ear.

"Love me quickly."

.........

Crackle, crackle.

.........

At the same time, a small oasis amidst barren mountains and treacherous waters.

An old-fashioned, dilapidated courtyard in a small oasis.

Lu Daniu lay back in his chair, clutching the remote control in his hand, his mouth stretched almost to his ears in a wide grin.

There were four deck chairs neatly arranged next to them, each with an old scoundrel lying on it, arranged according to seniority, with a dish of peanuts and a pot of old wine in front of each person.

The little white dog, which resembled both a dog and a lion, was finally free from being a tea carrier. It nestled to the side, watching the images on the television screen, which had been manually blurred out.

The dog grinned: What's the meaning of always blurring things out at crucial moments? Are you not letting me, Little Master Lu, show my power?

Lu Daniu peeled a peanut and popped it into his mouth, savoring the taste. "I knew this kid took after me; he never hesitates when it counts."

Lu Potian glanced at him sideways: "If you hadn't added that last sentence, I would have thought you were praising your great-grandson."

"Dad, I'm still his grandfather, what's wrong with praising him a little?"

"Keep praising yourself, don't pat yourself on the back. Young Lu's style is clearly just like mine." Lu Potian picked up his wine cup, took a sip, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. "You've got guts; once you've set your mind on something, you go for it. That's how I was when I was pursuing your grandmother."

Lu Daniu quickly interrupted, "Dad, let's not bring up that old, trivial matter."

Lu Batian sat on the second armchair, poured a glass of wine for his father to his right. The two of them were just watching TV, their fingers tapping lightly on the armrests, their faces bearing smiles even more benevolent than Lu Potian and Lu Daniu combined.

"Our Lu family's lad is really good; he knows how to care for people and understands to explain the rules before doing anything, unlike you two, one reckless and the other cowardly."

Lu Daniu and Lu Potian exchanged a glance, silently picked up their glasses and drank, neither daring to say a word.

"Where's Cuihua?" The fourth patriarch on the far right finally asked.

"Let her come right away." Lu Daniu quickly transmitted his voice, and a moment later a figure appeared in the room, first bowing to each of the elders.

His gaze swept across the screen, his eyes lit up, and a kind smile immediately spread across his face.

"This is... the new bride?"

"Just got it." Lu Potian smiled. "So I called you here to take a look."

The old woman stared at the screen for a few more seconds, becoming more and more satisfied: "She has a decent appearance and a good figure; she looks like a capable young woman. I just wonder what her personality is like. I hope she's not a spoiled brat."

"No." Lu Daniu peeled peanuts. "Young Lu has good taste. He was quite good with Hongluan. This one seems to be quite ambitious."

"Hehe, shall I go then?" the old woman said with a smile.

"Go ahead, you're the best judge of character in the family." The fourth patriarch waved his hand.

"Okay."

"Wait a minute," Lu Potian called out, pulling a jade bracelet from his sleeve and tossing it over. "Give this to her; consider it a gift from her great-grandmother to her new granddaughter-in-law."

Lu Batian also made a grasping motion in the air with his fingers, condensing a wisp of black light and sending it into the bundle in his grandmother's hand: "It's still a wisp of protective luck. We can't let people say that our Lu family is biased."

Lu Daniu took two steps closer and lowered his voice: "That girl has been up all night, she's probably exhausted. Just give her the things, don't disturb her sleep."

"Do I need you, you old geezer, to explain this to me?" The old woman lightly tapped Lu Daniu's head with her bundle. "You weren't even home when I gave birth to your son, and now you're pretending to be considerate?"

Lu Potian and Lu Batian simultaneously turned their faces away, pretending to be watching TV.

The old woman's figure flashed and disappeared into the main room.

After his wife left, Lu Daniu lay back down in the bamboo chair, put the remote control on the table, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and looked at the sleeping face on the TV screen with an undisguised smile in his eyes.

"Heh, this kid's really something."

"Hey, did we forget something?"