Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 143, encountered a ghost?

"Boo-hoo... None of you want me anymore. You all bully me! You’re all heartless bastards! Boo-hoo..."

「Atop Lingyuan Mountain, Haicheng People’s Cemetery.」

Zhang Meili sat before Lin Suxin’s tombstone, sobbing while taking huge bites of cookies.

She had been scared out of her wits by Lin Fan and had bolted all the way to the mountaintop. At first, she was a little afraid, but the thought that she had already died once gave her a surge of courage. Relying on her memory of the news footage from Lin Suxin’s funeral, she finally found the grave under the dim moonlight.

She put on a show of kneeling for about ten minutes until her legs grew sore and swollen, making her complain endlessly. After a look around, Zhang Meili couldn’t be bothered to keep up the act. Instead, she slumped against the tombstone, weeping silently. Soon, she was overcome with grief and began to wail. Then, she channeled her sorrow into hunger, nearly polishing off an entire bag of dry rations.

"Why is it so cold? This damned place is just teeming with yin energy..."

As Zhang Meili cried, she eventually fell asleep against the tombstone. She was jolted awake in the latter half of the night by a blast of cold wind. She rubbed her numb knees and got to her feet. Mustering her courage, she began to wander through the nearby graves, straying farther and farther away. She was completely unaware that, at the foot of Lingyuan Mountain, an inconspicuous gray van had quietly pulled to a stop.

The doors slid open, and two furtive figures scanned their surroundings before cautiously starting up the mountain.

"Fourth Brother, this is it! Give me a hand, let’s move the stone lid!"

A moment later, the tall, thin man found Lin Suxin’s tombstone. His eyes lit up as he turned and whispered to his companion.

His name was Ah Shou, a trusted confidant cultivated by the Shen family for many years. There were three others, ranked according to the names "Fortune, Prosperity, Longevity, and Happiness." Ever since Shen Yueli married into the Ying family, Shen Changlong had the four of them follow her to take care of all his precious daughter’s trivial matters.

Tonight, all four—Fortune, Prosperity, Longevity, and Happiness—were in action. Carrying out the individual tasks assigned by Shen Yueli, they had all flown in from the Imperial Capital by private jet. The eldest, Ah Fu, took several men to find Director Shen, the Medicine King of Yuncheng. The second, Ah Lu, was a woman. She had gone to the provincial capital, planning to use a borrowed blade to deal with the Yuan family. Meanwhile, the third, Ah Shou, and the fourth, Ah Xi, had rushed to Lin Suxin’s grave.

Their task was the simplest, yet it was the one Shen Yueli prized the most: to dig up the grave overnight, steal Lin Suxin’s ashes, and immediately return with them to the Imperial Capital!

"Third Brother, are you sure? If it’s the wrong person with the same name, we won’t be able to answer to the young lady!" Ah Xi, the fourth brother, was a short, stout man whose chubby face betrayed his nervousness. He couldn’t help but shrink his neck as the night wind howled in the distance.

"It can’t be wrong. I’ve seen Lin Suxin in person, and she looks just like the photo on the tombstone!"

Gritting his teeth, Ah Shou took out the small hammer and shovel he’d brought. He then called to Ah Xi, and together they bent over, struggling to pry open the stone cover at the base of the monument.

CLANG!

After a moment, the stone lid finally loosened, and they pried one corner open. Ah Shou and Ah Xi exchanged a glance before hurriedly lifting the heavy stone cover, revealing the urn inside, which was wrapped in red cloth.

"Are you... robbing a grave?!"

A hoarse, stuffy woman’s voice erupted from behind them.

Ah Shou and Ah Xi froze as if struck by lightning. A moment later, their blood ran cold, and they sucked in a sharp breath of terror.

"Oh my god, a ghost!"

They turned around stiffly. Standing there was a filthy "female ghost" with a bruised face and disheveled hair, holding a pile of grave offerings, along with a few candles and paper ingots!

THUMP! THUMP!

Ah Shou’s body convulsed, the whites of his eyes showing as he fainted from sheer terror. Ah Xi instantly pissed his pants in fright. He let out a scream like a stuck pig and tried to bolt, but in his panic, he ran headfirst into a tombstone and collapsed, unconscious.

"...Even a couple of grave robbers look down on me and mistake me for a ghost... Boo-hoo..." Zhang Meili stood there stunned for a moment before the realization dawned on her, and she was once again overcome by sorrow.

She dropped the candles and paper ingots she was holding. Wiping away her tears, she viciously bit into an apple she had just pilfered from another grave. After gobbling down the scavenged offerings, Zhang Meili finally felt a little less heartbroken.

She let out a burp and pulled out a lighter she’d found in a trash heap. She lit the candles and paper ingots, using the small fire for warmth.

The two grave robbers were still unconscious. Hunching her shoulders against the cold, Zhang Meili gritted her teeth, stripped off their suit jackets, and put them on.

Did I really scare them to death?

Time ticked by, and the candles were about to burn out. Seeing the two men still unconscious, Zhang Meili began to grow uneasy.

They might be grave robbers, but if I scared them to death, I’d still be in trouble!

The eastern sky was already showing the pale light of dawn. If the Tomb Guardian came on his morning patrol and stumbled upon this scene, she would have no way to explain herself.

"Hmph. Look at you two, with your soft, tender skin. I guess this is your lucky day..."

She thought about how long it had been since she’d last touched a man. Zhang Meili’s face burned. She acted shy on the outside, but inwardly, she felt a small, strange thrill of excitement. She had already checked; they were merely unconscious but still breathing.

But... giving them mouth-to-mouth resuscitation would be a good deed, right?

The moment the thought occurred to her, Zhang Meili couldn’t sit still. She glanced from side to side and finally decided to "save" the younger one, Ah Xi, first. Her thick, sausage-like lips slowly puckered and moved closer and closer to Ah Xi’s face.

Just then, Ah Xi’s eyelids fluttered, and his eyes drifted open. For a split second, their gazes met. Both of them jolted in shock.

"Help! Help me! The ghost is going to eat me!" Ah Xi’s scalp tingled with terror, his vision filled with nothing but the gaping maw lunging toward him.

"What are you screaming about? I haven’t even given you mouth-to-mouth yet, and you have to wake up on your own?" Zhang Meili’s chubby face fell in displeasure. Ignoring Ah Xi’s protests, she pinned him down and ferociously pressed her mouth against his!

"MMPH! MMPH!"

Ah Xi’s eyes flew wide open. Then his head lolled to the side, and he passed out again. It was hard to say if he’d fainted from fright or if her breath had simply knocked him unconscious.

"Hmph, you get lucky and still play coy. My mouth-to-mouth resuscitation isn’t something just anyone gets to enjoy."

After "saving" him to her heart’s content, Zhang Meili finally stopped. Her gaze then fell upon Ah Shou, whose eyelids were twitching frantically, his back drenched in a cold sweat.

"You’re a bit older, but you’re not too bad-looking. I’m feeling merciful today, so consider it your lucky day, old man."

She suspected he was already awake, but the itch was unbearable. She still wanted to "save" him.

"Merciful Bodhisattva, spare me! Please, spare my life!"

THUMP!

Hearing her words, Ah Shou, who had been feigning unconsciousness, couldn’t take it anymore. He scrambled to his knees and began kowtowing frantically to Zhang Meili.

It was no joke. If she actually kissed him, he’d be waking up from nightmares for the rest of his life.