“Have you had enough?!” His voice carried suppressed rage.

My slow movements seemed to have exhausted his patience.

He pinned me down in the bedclothes… still so violent.

With the lubricant, I no longer felt the agonizing pain of flesh being grated by a file, and I bit down hard, staying silent.

He didn’t speak either, the room filled only with those sticky sounds.

My mind was occupied with thoughts of that blood-red ghost face, forcing myself to dissociate my consciousness from my body.

These past few days have left me utterly exhausted. What exactly is the connection between the black ghost face on me and the blood-red ghost face on my dad’s back?

But no matter how much I tried to distract myself, my body honestly reacted, a tumult of internal churning, emotional humiliation, and sensory pleasure mixing together.

It felt like a gathering undercurrent, slowly rising until it finally broke through the barrier, violently releasing.

“Ah…” My body trembled, my mind went blank for a moment, and I lost consciousness…

》》》

I felt pain behind my shoulder, as if something was pressing against it. Reaching back, I touched an icy mask.

Turning around, it was the mask of that ugly ghost husband, now lying sideways behind me.

On a 1.2-meter single bed, which felt spacious when I was alone, now seemed extremely cramped with a man—or rather, a ghost man.

His mask had loosened??

In that instant, disregarding my battered body, my reflex was to try to sit up—

His face was inches away. To look or not?

In this twisted position, I could only see his smooth, full forehead with a widow’s peak, but nothing below.

I tried to sit up, and just as I moved, I felt a strange sensation below, something sliding out of my body, carrying a chill with it?

He almost woke up at the same time. Before I could get a clear look at his face, he quickly reached out and covered it with the mask again.

I felt a secret disappointment—He must be really ugly, why else would he be so afraid to show his face?

It was still dark outside when he sat up, and only then did I realize he wasn’t wearing any clothes!

He had been clothed in our previous encounters!

I looked down; I wasn’t in much better shape myself.

So, the thing that had slipped out was his…

“How come you haven’t left yet?” I pulled the quilt over my face, my voice trembling.

This was so embarrassing.

“Leave?” His voice was still cold, his words as chilly as ever—

“How can I leave when you clung to me so tightly?” He scoffed and moved away from behind me.

I felt a large wet spot on my sheets, like a spilled glass of water, indicating how turbulent my body’s response had been.

I wrapped myself tightly in the quilt, too ashamed to look at him.

Rustling sounds filled the air as he put on his elaborate clothes, his cold voice saying, “Wear the jade pendant properly, and that red ghost face won’t dare to touch you.”

“What jade pendant?” My life was at stake, so I quickly peeked through a small opening.

His silhouette became clearer, not my imagination—he was definitely more complete than on the first night!

“The one hanging on your chest.” He left these words and vanished without turning back.

I looked down and noticed a pendant I hadn’t seen before, still dark red, a neatly square exquisite name tag hanging at my chest.

The name tag had a dragon coiled among auspicious clouds, with densely packed characters on all four sides, and four characters in seal script engraved at the bottom.

Wasn’t his name Jiang Qiyun? Why were there four characters beneath the name tag?

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“No good! I can’t see clearly!” My brother threw aside the magnifying glass, frustrated, “So many characters engraved on such a small jade tag, it’s not something humans or even machines can achieve! We need a microscope to see this!”

My dad, wrapped in a robe and sitting on the bed, his face gaunt, said, “Nothing related to yin and yang is superfluous. The tiny characters on this jade tag are certainly important, let me see.”

“Dad, you’ve been tormented by that ghost face, don’t exert yourself.” I looked at him discontentedly, wasn’t this old man scared at all?

“Heh, everything has its fate, and fortunes and misfortunes are inseparable; I’ve long since come to terms with that,” my dad nonchalantly shrugged, “I just regret almost getting you hurt… I’ll rest another day, then I’ll go back to our hometown to see your great-grandfather.”

Great-grandfather is the cornerstone of our entire family, nearly ninety years old. Because our family is involved in a “special” industry, we fear extinction the most, so the men in our family generally marry and have children quite early.

Like my dad, only in his early forties, but these past few days have aged him a decade.

“Alright, Xiao Qiao, don’t worry about me. Go to school and don’t be like your brother, fishing for three days and drying the nets for two… I’ve already given up on him graduating smoothly, but you need to pull your weight.” My dad shooed me out.

I knew he was worried I’d end up like my mom, who died in her thirties, so he tried to keep me away from their world.

But how could I stay away?

With a ghost face husband entangling me night after night, how far could I go?

Getting off at the school’s bus stop, I ran into Song Wei, who pulled me aside and said, “The department head came to serve as our class advisor, telling us to uphold the school’s reputation and not spread rumors… Cut, Xiao Qiao, I believe you’re innocent. That Zhang guy’s lecherous looks at you, he’s definitely not good, maybe he’s really sick in the head to do such things.”

I managed a weak smile.

Song Wei asked discontentedly, “Why are you walking so slowly? Like a crab, move faster!”

I was extremely embarrassed; this was clearly a symptom of overindulgence. Not to mention the pain and swelling between my legs, but also the aching back, numb legs, and trembling thighs—how could I walk fast?

That ugly ghost husband, really, was not human! What normal person has such energy and stamina?

Approaching the school gate, suddenly a middle-aged woman rushed up, shouting, “Was it you, you little vixen, who slandered my nephew?! Look at how flirtatious you are, still daring to say you didn’t seduce my nephew! My nephew is dead, and he’s still being insulted, online they curse that he deserved to die, and curse my family’s ancestors for eight generations, why does no one curse you, you shameless little vixen!”

I rubbed my temples, another relative of Class Director Zhang, why are they all such extraordinary characters?

Song Wei stood in front of me and retorted, “Aren’t you flirtatious? At your age, the perfume on you could knock someone over! What’s wrong with being pretty? What’s wrong with having a good figure? Does that mean your sleazy nephew had the right to bully her?”

Of course, the middle-aged woman knew no shame, she immediately started to rip at Song Wei’s clothes, with two other helpers beside her, their posture clearly aimed at tearing off Song Wei’s clothes—

I quickly stepped in to help; Song Wei was protecting me, and if she was humiliated, I couldn’t bear it.

“Let go! I’m calling the police!” I tugged hard at the middle-aged woman’s arm.

Just then, something rolled rapidly across the street. When I realized what it was, I screamed—