"Xiao Bei?!"

Ruan Licheng, who was watching TV in the living room, was startled by his son's scream and rushed over without even putting on his slippers.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Ruan Bei stared wide-eyed at the male ghost standing quietly in front of his desk, then at his father, whose face turned even paler.

His father looked at him with worry and anxiety, seemingly oblivious to the ghost not far away, but Ruan Bei couldn't pretend he hadn't seen it.

Just then, Ruan's mother arrived, and the couple stood beside Ruan Bei, looking at him with concern.

Seeing that he looked unwell, I touched his face and patted his back, asking him what was wrong.

As the male ghost's gaze fell upon the family of three, Ruan Bei's pupils constricted, and his heart pounded like a drum.

He forced a smile: "I just saw a mouse, it gave me a fright."

"You silly child, that scream scared me half to death."

Ruan Licheng gave him a light tap, annoyed, and asked, "Where did you run off to? Are you still in your room? If you're really scared, sleep in your sister's room tonight, and I'll sleep in your room to see if we can catch you."

As she spoke, she tried to close his bedroom door and push him into the next bedroom.

Ruan Bei jolted awake, frozen in place: "...He ran to the living room!"

"Quickly close all the doors!"

Mrs. Ruan rushed over to close the kitchen door, and Mr. Ruan instinctively reached out to close the door to Ruan Bei's room.

Ruan Bei glanced at the male ghost who had taken two steps, and grabbed his father: "Dad, I... I'll go to my room."

Without waiting for his father's reaction, he rushed into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

Ruan Bei's room wasn't very big to begin with. Once the door was closed, the enclosed space meant that the distance between the person and the ghost was less than three meters.

He leaned against the door, his back drenched in cold sweat, his hair standing on end, and his legs felt so weak he wanted to slide down.

Through the wooden door came the sounds of his parents frantically searching for mice. Their presence emboldened Ruan Bei, and he pleaded in a trembling voice, "Please, please let me go. If I've offended you in any way, please forgive me..."

The male ghost smiled politely and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You're just the first person I've met who can see me."

Ruan Bei: "..."

He pinched his finger hard, yelling, "Serves you right for being so impulsive! Why did you have to beckon? You're inviting ghosts in!"

"Actually, I can't see very clearly either..." Ruan Bei stammered. If he didn't know he couldn't hide it, he would have pretended to be blind right now.

The male ghost didn't reply, but quietly looked at him. His deep and calm eyes made all of Ruan Bei's little thoughts disappear.

He lowered his head and said softly, "Mr. Ghost, humans and ghosts are different. I don't know why I can see you. How about... how about I go and buy some paper money to burn for you tomorrow?"

The male ghost was silent for a moment before speaking, "I don't want money, but I hope you can do me a favor."

Ruan Bei was extremely unwilling. He really didn't want to deal with ghosts. Heaven knows that this was his greatest fear. He would rather sleep with a snake than have any interaction with a ghost!

He rushed into the room with the intention of protecting his parents, and being in the same room with a ghost was already difficult enough for him.

The male ghost seemed to sense his reluctance, his eyes flickered, and instead of taking advantage of Ruan Bei's fear of ghosts to coerce him, he suddenly changed the subject and introduced himself: "My name is Ran Yusheng."

Ruan Bei looked bewildered: "...Huh? Hello, Mr. Ran?"

Ran Yusheng smiled wryly and patted his forehead. Even with such an unsteady gesture, he didn't seem frivolous; instead, it revealed a hint of sincerity: "I was too arrogant, Xiao Bei... I heard your parents call you that, so is it okay if I call you that for now?"

Ruan Bei nodded: "Please feel free to do as you please."

He was very polite and his appearance was not scary at all. If Ruan Bei didn't know he was a ghost, he wouldn't be afraid at all now.

“My situation is a long story, and even if I tell you, you probably won’t believe me. You’d better see for yourself.”

"How...do you see it?"

Ruan Bei pressed his back even closer to the door, afraid that the ghost would come closer and expose his head to him.

Ran Yusheng coughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed: "You can search my name."

Ruan Bei was so frightened that he reacted slowly: "Search? Search where?"

Aside from being able to see ghosts, he doesn't have any other supernatural abilities; he doesn't know how to search for ghosts.

Ran Yusheng glanced silently at the phone he had placed on his desk.

Ruan Bei: "..."

Ruan Bei chuckled twice, glancing at his phone, but his feet shuffled along—Ran Yusheng was too close to his phone, and he didn't dare go over.

Ran Yusheng noticed his hesitation and took a few steps away. Ruan Bei cautiously walked over, took his phone, and then quickly retreated to his previous position, leaning against the door, where his parents were just outside.

Open the browser and search for Ran Yusheng's name as he instructed. A bunch of search results popped up instantly, with the first one being a personal encyclopedia entry for Ran Yusheng.

Ruan Bei looked at the photo, then at the ghost in front of him, and confirmed that it was the same person.

To have a separate encyclopedia entry, one must at least be a well-known figure in their respective field.

He clicked on it with great amazement, and was overwhelmed by the dazzling array of achievements and those seemingly profound but actually impressive experiences, which made Ruan Bei exclaim in admiration.

Ruan Bei didn't understand some of the technical terms, but after scanning them, he roughly knew that Mr. Ran was a big shot in the financial investment field who started from humble beginnings and had personal assets of over 10 billion.

Before his death.

He died in a car accident a month ago.

Ruan Bei: emmmm

His thoughts immediately went astray. Oh my god, was he going to get involved in some kind of family feud?

This is too much to ask of him. He can't even handle those few people in the Lu family, how could he possibly get involved in something like this?

Ran Yusheng's current success is inseparable from his keen eye, whether it's judging people or analyzing data.

Although Ruan Bei was reborn, he was not very old when he died in his previous life. He had a simple life since childhood. Even though he had been trained in the Lu family for several years, he was no match for a shrewd person like Ran Yusheng. He was easily persuaded to reveal his thoughts in just a few words.

"Mr. Ran, it's not that I don't want to help, but look at me, I'm just an ordinary high school student, I'm still a minor, still a child, I really can't..."

Ran Yusheng was amused: "You're overthinking it. My car accident was really just an accident."

Ruan Bei: "...So what can I do to help you?"

Ran Yusheng suddenly stopped smiling, remained silent for a while, and then said softly, "Help me write a love letter."

"ah?"

Ruan Bei thought she had misheard: "Do you want me to write a love letter? The kind where you express your feelings with paper?"

"Yes, the love letter that expresses feelings through paper."

Ran Yusheng was intrigued by Ruan Bei's description and murmured, "I promised to write to her every year, but I'm afraid I won't be able to do that now."

Ruan Bei then realized that the financial tycoon's last wish had nothing to do with hatred related to work or career; it was a debt of love.

If it were just sending a love letter, he felt he could manage it; he was overjoyed that he could solve the problem so easily.

So he eagerly replied, "Sure, sure, I can write it right now and send it to you tomorrow."

Then please stop following me, okay? QAQ

Ran Yusheng hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but then didn't, and moved aside in front of the desk: "Then I'll trouble you."

Ruan Bei waved his hand repeatedly: "No trouble at all, it's no trouble at all, just a small favor."

He wouldn't dare say it was troublesome, and besides, he really didn't find writing a letter troublesome at all if it would get rid of the ghost as soon as possible.

His thoughts were too easy to guess. Ran Yusheng, feeling mischievous, deliberately said, "Wouldn't it be troublesome to write a few dozen more?"

Ruan Bei: "..."

He mentally slapped himself, thinking, "That'll teach you to be so cheeky!"

"Actually, there's a little bit of trouble..."

Ruan Beisong stood there trembling, afraid that he would anger the ghost by going back on his word. Although he seemed easy to talk to, he was still a ghost!

Ran Yusheng almost burst out laughing. This kid really is a bit silly, but he's adorably silly.

He doesn't have children. If he did, they would probably be this age by now.

The handsome young boy huddled pitifully by the door, his bright black eyes looking at him with fear and pleading. Ran Yusheng felt a pang of melancholy.

He had never regretted not having children before. His wife didn't want to have children, and he didn't care. In fact, he didn't want another child to dilute his wife's attention and love.

The two had vowed to grow old together, but he abandoned his beloved wife halfway through. Although it was not his wish, he had broken his promise and left his wife all alone.

If I had been more insistent on having a child back then, at least I could have protected my wife a bit, and there would have been more people to keep her company.

"It's nothing, I was just joking with you."

Ran Yusheng softened his features, deliberately suppressing his imposing aura as a leader, and his handsome appearance made him appear somewhat amiable.

Ruan Bei's eyes widened; he was deliberately trying to scare him!

Exceeding the limit!

But I dare not get angry...

He walked timidly to the desk, took out paper and pen, and without daring to look at Ran Yusheng who was standing not far from him, he lowered his head and said, "You tell me, I'll write it down. I'll buy some better stationery tomorrow, copy it with a fountain pen, and then send it."

Although he was in a hurry to send the ghost away, Ruan Bei still wanted to do his best to fulfill his promise.

He got into position, waiting for Ran Yusheng to speak, but Ran Yusheng remained silent for a long time.

Ruan Bei timidly turned her head to peek, while Ran Yusheng stood to the side, looking dazed, lost in thought.

Ruan Bei didn't dare to disturb or urge him. He fiddled with the ballpoint pen in his hand, occasionally stealing a glance at Ran Yusheng, hoping that he would make up his mind soon, because his parents would be urging him to go to bed if it got too late.

After a long while, when Ruan Bei glanced at him again, Ran Yusheng finally reacted: "Sorry, I... I haven't thought about it yet..."

He started writing love letters to his wife as soon as they met. He wrote a lot when he was young, sometimes several a month. Before he even received the previous letter, he would send out the next one.

Back then, my wife was still an innocent and carefree rich girl. When she asked her father where to keep her important things, he got her several safes.

Ran Yusheng still remembers the first time his wife took him home and the feeling of being secretly moved when he saw the row of safes filled with love letters.

Later, he finally married the young lady. Regardless of his initial purpose, he felt he shouldn't bully this silly girl.

She loved the love letters he wrote, so he kept writing them for many years, until he didn't even realize when he had placed his beloved daughter in the deepest part of his heart.

As they get older, they write less. It's not that they don't love it anymore; it's just that they often understand each other perfectly with just a glance.

We've already talked about everything, both the happy and the unhappy moments.

It's like a ritual, and also a surprise, to receive one letter a year.

He had actually been thinking about this year's love letter for a long time, and he had already thought about the content.

But we can't write it like that.

He had originally planned to tell his wife in the letter that he had built a new plum garden and invite her to enjoy the plum blossoms together in winter, but now that plan is no longer possible.

Moreover, this might be the last love letter. He had so much to say, but he didn't know what to say. He felt that nothing he said would be perfect, and he couldn't let go of anything he said.

Author's Note:

It's basically a story about a capable man from a poor background who manages to win over a woman's heart.