Chapter 598

Honey, don't do anything reckless. She doesn't want to be a widow.

Wen Xin quickly grabbed Him and explained the current human laws to this terrifying being who had no moral compass, stopping Him from causing trouble.

With His power, if He were to create some kind of cult, humanity would truly be doomed.

Revenge is fine, but committing evil deeds is out of the question.

Besides, she has no worries about food and clothing in this old house, so what does she need so much wealth for? To keep a gigolo or find her a few younger brothers?

The "ghosts and gods" were about to explode. What brother?

Kill him!

Wen Xin gently stroked her hair and said, "Hmm, I was just saying, I won't look for it."

She is a good girl who is devoted and faithful.

The crazy ghost's eyes suddenly lit up like a big dog's, "Then, little bride, do you only like me? You hypocrite are nothing at all?"

Wen Xin: "..."

Let's move on from this topic and go shopping instead.

Crazy Ghost God: "..."

The little bride is a little liar, but He still loves her very much.

With enough effort, He believed he could crush the hypocrite and seize power completely.

...

The "ghost" accompanied his young wife on her travels all day.

However, the properties they visited were all former properties of the four major families, and they had all been cleared out, with ordinary people prohibited from entering.

There's no way around it. Even if ghosts and gods have no feelings or malice towards ordinary people, they are terrifying deities that cannot be looked at directly, cannot be explored, and cannot be named. Let alone contact, even just a glance at them will severely pollute you.

Given the usual foot traffic in shopping malls and similar places, the moment it appears, the entire Chaoge City will go into a frenzy, either collapsing or being paralyzed.

Even the "ghosts and gods" didn't want their beautiful date with the young bride to be ruined.

Having the whole place to themselves was great; He really enjoys his time alone with his bride.

As night fell, Wen Xin sat atop the tallest Ferris wheel in Chaoge City, overlooking the magnificent, bustling metropolis with her husband beside her. Life was peaceful and serene.

The amusement park was quiet, since they were the only two visitors.

But Wen Xin didn't feel lonely. Her eyes were gentle and bright, and she leaned on His shoulder with a faint smile, holding a glowing rabbit ear in her hand.

"Little bride".

"Um?"

He lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "I've heard stories about Ferris wheels."

"What?"

Wen Xin looked up in confusion, but her red lips were suddenly sealed with a kiss.

His kiss came unexpectedly.

When the Ferris wheel reaches its highest point, couples who kiss will receive a blessing of happiness.

He is a god, so who else can offer blessings?

No matter how clichéd or fabricated the story may be, as long as it expresses His hope and blessing for their future, He is willing to act on it and believe in it.

At that moment, he was just an ordinary man who hoped to grow old with his wife and spend the rest of his life together.

Wen Xin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her heart pounded rapidly.

She slowly raised her hand and gently wrapped it around his neck, letting him deepen the kiss.

Because of Him, she was also willing to believe in beautiful love fairy tales.

...

After leaving the amusement park, the "ghost" took Wen Xin to a place she never expected—the Fang family's main residence.

In just one day, the three great families, whose fortunes had been taken back by the gods, were completely ruined. Their former glory was reduced to decay, and all their wealth and power were like sand slipping through their fingers, gone with the wind.

They could only watch helplessly as they and their families were dragged into hell, struggling in vain, filled with despair and resentment, yet utterly powerless.

The Fang family is in complete chaos, and no one has the energy to care about Fang Xingyan, who is seriously injured and unconscious.

This led to him waking up to find himself completely powerless and paralyzed, only able to helplessly scream in bed, with no one coming to see him.

Once the darling of the nation, they are now like discarded trash, pitiful and pathetic, but it is all their own fault.

Once the Fang family is completely ruined, his fate is self-evident.

Wen Xin must have regrets because she didn't witness Fang Xingyan's complete and utter defeat.

So He brought her to see it.

Wen Xin's fingertips trembled slightly as she quietly looked at the man beside her.

The "ghost" lowered his head, his eyes overflowing with tenderness and doting. He asked nothing, only silently giving to her, asking for nothing more than a smile from her.

Wen Xin's eyes trembled with tears as she tightly grasped his hand. "Let's go, there's nothing to see here."

The "ghost" smiled slightly. "Alright."

In his frantic screams and struggles, Fang Xingyan seemed to vaguely see the beautiful figure he had placed deep in his heart.

"Shang...Xin..."

Don't go, don't abandon me too!

But all he could see was that beautiful figure nestled in another man's arms, gradually disappearing into the distance, never to be seen by him again.

The last glimmer of light in Fang Xingyan's eyes vanished, and he was plunged into eternal night from which there was no redemption, and he was never meant to be redeemed anyway.

The woman who once foolishly loved and trusted him, Shang Xin, had long been killed by his own hands.

...

"What's this?"

Wen Xin stood in the gaudy presidential suite of the hotel, pointing to the large bed decorated with bright red roses. Countless roses formed heart shapes, but she felt no romance; all she felt was despair and doubt about life.

What kind of domineering, greasy, and unrealistic romance is this?

How can anyone sleep with the bed covered in roses?

Have the rose thorns been removed?

Even if we deal with it, what about the flower branches?

Won't it hurt?

Moreover, sleeping on flowers, not to mention whether your pajamas will be a different color tomorrow, if you accidentally get flower juice all over your face, wouldn't waking up in the morning be like a scene from a horror movie?

The "ghost" looked completely innocent; it was all arranged according to the romantic imagery found online!

Why wasn't the young bride moved? Why did she look so utterly dejected?

"Ghosts and gods" don't understand, and that's why they're so frustrated.

He just wanted to give his romantic date with his bride a romantic ending, so how did he mess it up?

Who recommended this romantic guide to Him?

When we get back, I'll have the ghost go through the internet to find that unreliable human and settle the score.

"Little bride..."

Wen Xin ignored him and muttered to herself, "Luckily it's the presidential suite, it has several rooms."

It's impossible to cover every bed in every room with flower petals, right?

Then, the atmosphere in the master bedroom became somewhat somber.

Wen Xin's right eyelid twitched as she looked at the innocent yet anxious man beside her. "You...you didn't make the beds in every room like this, did you?"

The "ghosts and gods" dared not speak.

"..."

"What about the other rooms in the hotel?"

"Forehead……"

"..."

Wen Xin asked persistently, "You wouldn't be doing this on the beds in all the hotel rooms in Chaoge City, would you?"

She would have to be incredibly mentally unstable to do something like this; she absolutely refuses to believe that her husband is mentally ill.

A certain crazy ghost stared at her with an utterly innocent expression.

Wen Xin groaned in pain and covered her face with her hands.

What was He thinking?

How could someone do something so stupid?