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

In the messy bedroom.

The red candle was almost extinguished.

Lu was already asleep, breathing evenly, with one hand resting on the edge of the bed and the other hand gently hooked by Jiang Yingqing's hand.

The peanuts and red dates on the bedside table have flown away and I don't know where they are now.

A moment later, Jiang Yingqing slowly opened her eyes, her gaze finally regaining its clarity. She stared blankly at the person lying beside her for a long time.

Then she looked at the messy sheets and pieces of clothing scattered on the floor, her face flushed again, and then she closed her eyes and tried to pretend to be asleep.

at this time.

A very light, cold breeze swept through the bedroom, causing the red candle flame to flicker.

A figure quietly appeared at the bedside.

The old woman glanced at the red candle, which was tilted slightly by the cold wind, carefully reached out to straighten it, and then tidied up the scattered red dates and peanuts on the ground.

"It's still a bit rough around the edges; there are certain rules to follow when it comes to the wedding night."

The old woman sat down by the bed, moving very gently, looking at Lu Ye, who was fast asleep, with a kind but also somewhat sorrowful expression.

"My dear grandson, Grandma couldn't take care of all this for you herself. Do you blame Grandma?"

The old woman appeared to be speaking, but no sound actually came from inside the room.

Jiang Yingqing's eyelids twitched slightly before she slowly opened them.

The moment he saw a strange old woman sitting by the bed, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he almost reflexively tried to get up and back away.

But the effects of the drug and the ordeal of the night left her limbs weak. She managed to prop herself up halfway before collapsing back down. She could only turn her head slightly, staring intently at the newcomer with her bloodshot, dark red eyes.

The old woman patted her hand with a smile, "Don't be afraid, child, I'm Lu Ye's grandmother."

grandmother?

Jiang Yingqing's gaze swept warily across the old woman's face. It was a very kind face with a beauty mark between her eyebrows and fine lines at the corners of her eyes when she smiled.

But her body's instincts told her that she could die at any moment in front of this old woman.

"Lu Ye's grandmother?" Jiang Yingqing's voice was terribly hoarse.

"Yes, my dear." The old woman smiled kindly and took a jade bracelet from her bundle. "Don't move, let me put it on you."

Jiang Yingqing subconsciously pulled her hand away, but the next second she realized that her body couldn't resist at all.

The old woman gently grasped her hand, and the jade bracelet slid across her wrist, tightening slightly to fit snugly against her wrist bone.

As the bracelet merged into his flesh, a warm and gentle aura instantly permeated his entire body.

"This is......." Jiang Yingqing looked down at her wrist. The bracelet had disappeared, but a faint blue mark remained on her wrist bone.

She's not just the company's president; she also possesses a bizarrely powerful A-level strength, so she could naturally sense the extraordinary nature of this bracelet—she'd never seen anything like it before.

"This is called the Soul-Stabilizing Bracelet. It can calm your mind and body and greatly help your ghost body. Moreover, no matter where you are in the future, even if you enter the eighteenth level of the ghost realm, as long as you wear this bracelet, Lu boy will be able to find you."

As the old woman spoke, she gently patted the girl's forehead again, and a wisp of black light silently disappeared into it from her fingertip. "And this fortune, you and that little girl both have a wisp of it. Comprehend it well, it can help you transcend."

As the black light entered her body, Jiang Yingqing trembled violently, her pupils shrinking. "Why...why give it to me?"

"Silly girl." The old woman had the kind of smile that an elder would give to a younger generation. "Since Lu has acknowledged you, you are now a member of the Lu family. The Lu family's rules are very simple: once you enter the door, you are family, and family members must protect each other."

Grandma smiled. It was a very pure smile, the kind of smile an elder gives to a younger generation.

We're family...

Jiang Yingqing subconsciously turned her head to look at the sleeping Lu Ye, her fingertips still hooked around his little finger.

He was muttering in his sleep, a trace of drool still lingering at the corner of his mouth, sleeping like a fool.

But is the "Lu family" behind this fool really that powerful?

"If I sleep with you, you'll be mine, and therefore a member of the Lu family..."

"Our Lu family isn't poor either. If you marry into the family..."

"Now that you're mine... I can satisfy all your needs."

She vaguely recalled what Lu Ye had said back then. She had initially thought it was just a casual remark, but she hadn't expected...

"He..." Jiang Yingqing's tone was still somewhat unnatural. "He told me some things about the Lu family before, saying that if I became his woman, he would treat me well, and also... and have a son as soon as possible."

The old woman glanced at Lu Ye on the bed, a hint of heartache appearing in her kind eyes.

She reached out and gently tucked the exposed part of his arm back into the blanket, the movement as practiced as if she had done it a thousand times.

"This kid lost his parents when he was young and grew up on his own until he was eighteen. We already feel indebted to him, but there's nothing we can do about it because of certain reasons."

The old woman withdrew her hand and looked at Jiang Yingqing. "But this kid, he seems carefree on the surface, but he's actually more shrewd than anyone else. If he were really that kind of irresponsible scoundrel, he wouldn't have waited until you were sober to ask your opinion last night."

Jiang Yingqing didn't refute, but continued to look at the guy sleeping sprawled out on his back. After a long while, she softly asked, "Who is he? Who are you people?"

"You'll have to ask him yourself." The old woman smiled, her figure fading away. "I won't answer for him, but I can tell you one thing: treat him well, and you'll be set for life."

As soon as she finished speaking, the old woman's figure completely vanished.

Only the final crackling of the red candle remained in the bedroom.

Jiang Yingqing unconsciously touched the bluish mark on her left wrist with her right hand. "What does this mean...?"

They spoke very softly, and it's unclear who they were asking.

But the next second, a groan came from the bed, "Wife, stop it."

Jiang Yingqing stared at the ceiling for a long time, and finally couldn't help but smile slightly. It was a very small curve. Then she pulled the blanket up and gently moved Lu Ye's arm to rest on her smooth waist.

"So... this means we're married?"

What was initially thought to be an accidental scene unexpectedly set the stage for the rest of her life.

........

Early in the morning.

Lu was also awakened by the aroma of coffee.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself sleeping perfectly still, my head resting on the pillow, the blanket covering me tightly, and the mess in the room neatly tidied up, as if nothing had happened.

That won't do; sleeping so soundly doesn't seem like me.

He pulled out the pillow and put it behind his back, then kicked the blankets on the bed into a mess, and finally felt much more comfortable.

He subconsciously reached out to touch the headboard and actually found a thermos filled with goji berries.

The water inside is still warm.

After taking two big gulps, my energy was instantly restored.

Lu jumped out of bed, walked out of the bedroom wearing only his underwear, and came to the living room, where he found the president standing in front of the bar making coffee.

Wearing a white shirt, black wide-leg pants, and her hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, she looked completely different from the infatuated and alluring woman from last night.

"Good morning." Lu Ye yawned, leaning against the kitchen door frame.

Jiang Yingqing turned her head, her gaze lingering on his face for two seconds, before turning back to continue pouring coffee: "The clothes are in the closet."

"Oh." Lu Ye scratched his head, then suddenly looked down and saw a red mark on his chest near his heart. He rubbed it. "What's this? You stamped me while I was asleep?"

Jiang Yingqing's fingers tightened slightly as she held the coffee cup, but her face remained deliberately expressionless: "You're mine now. It's a two-way mark. From now on, you can sense me anytime, and you can enter this instance anytime."

Lu frowned but didn't say anything.

Jiang Yingqing looked over again: "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Lu also shook his head: "I'm not entirely satisfied with your current attitude."

"Um...wait a minute...no."

Jiang Yingqing was about to speak when Lu Ye picked her up and threw her onto the bed in the bedroom.

When a woman has a bad attitude, you have to win her over.

More than an hour later, Lu Ye finished breakfast and stood up refreshed. "Help me get dressed. I don't dress myself."

Jiang Yingqing knelt weakly on the bed, and secretly smiled as she watched Lu Ye deliberately turn his back to her and adopt a chauvinistic posture.

Finally, she suppressed her smile, got up, went to the wardrobe, took out the suit that had been dried yesterday, and helped Lu put it on.

"This outfit is too formal. We don't have any men's clothes at home. Let's go buy a few after get off work tonight."

Lu Ye reached out and patted the president's cheek. "That's more like it."

It doesn't matter if you're the CEO before you've slept together.

But since they've slept together, they have to be a couple.

Breakfast was ready—sandwiches. Lu Ye ate while frowning, trying to recall, "Was anyone here last night?"

"Yes, your grandmother came by." Jiang Yingqing didn't hide anything.

"again?"

Lu sighed helplessly. He had already guessed that the Lu family would definitely send someone to give a gift after he took in a new wife.

But can't we wait until he wakes up to come over?

"What did you all say?" Lu Ye asked, munching on his sandwich in frustration.

"Let's just chat." Jiang Yingqing sipped her coffee and gave a brief account of what happened last night. "But I'm a little curious about your Lu family, though I don't think I should ask too many questions right now."

"What can't I ask?" Lu Ye said nonchalantly. "Whenever you're curious about those trivial matters, you can ask. I'll tell you everything, except for the story about my grandfather peeping at the widow in the next village bathing when he was young. That's a family secret, and I can only talk about it with my great-grandfather's permission."

Jiang Yingqing's lips twitched slightly: "Your grandfather used to peep at widows bathing when he was young?"

"You let it slip." Lu Ye said without changing his expression, "Cut this part out, don't broadcast it."

The morning sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Jiang Yingqing patiently waited for Lu Ye to finish his breakfast, then simply applied light makeup, instantly transforming into a cool and aloof CEO, though a hint of gloom appeared between her brows.

As a company employee, Lu Ye naturally had to go to work. This time, he volunteered to drive. It was normal for him not to be a driver before he had slept, but now that he had slept, he didn't call him a driver, but instead asked him to take his wife to and from get off work.

"What's wrong?" Lu Ye noticed Jiang Yingqing's furrowed brows.

"The company probably won't get that project. If that happens, the company might face a huge crisis..." Jiang Yingqing's tone was somewhat serious. Judging from what happened last night, the company probably had no hope of getting the project.

Lu simply asked, "You're that eager to build a career?"

Jiang Yingqing noticed the difference in Lu Ye's tone. After thinking for a long time, she nodded and said, "Yes, this is my dream."

"Understood."

Lu Ye stepped on the gas, making the Rolls-Royce roar.

The roar was mixed with Lu Ye's "doting" words.

"Leave it to me."