Any girl who pays attention to fashion magazines and likes dressing up will know Miao Lanying.

This person created the Paris Fashion Week at a young age and became the most promising female designer in Asia. After returning to China, she quickly established her own company. Over the past decade, she has been firmly grasping the tide of the times and leading new trends.

Financial magazines hailed her as a 'fashionable female billionaire', which shows how wealthy she is.

Even though these second-generation rich girls all regarded Miao Lanying as their idol, they now watched helplessly as their idol treated Ye Lan like her own sister...

Suddenly, their hearts felt as sour as if they were soaked in lemons.

On the other side, Miao Lanying was heartbroken when she heard that her skirt was damaged.

"Mr. Qiao Kun is now a national treasure. He would never work on something himself easily again. It's such a pity that he managed to preserve such a precious piece..." She looked at the photo on the store manager's phone and beat her chest in anger. "I will die with regret if I can't see you wear it in my lifetime."

Ye Lan, who was standing aside, couldn't help but smile when he saw her talking so exaggeratedly.

As expected, people pursue different things, and some people are obsessed with physical beauty.

"Don't worry, Miss Miao." The store manager, having received a huge compensation, was in a very good mood. He smiled and said, "Mr. Kun just sent me a message saying he wants to tailor a dress for Miss Ye and ask you to deliver it to Paris for Fashion Week."

"That's really great!" Upon hearing this, Miao Lanying was overjoyed. She turned around and clasped her hands together, begging Ye Lan, "Okay, Ye Lan, you must come with me to Paris when the time comes, otherwise that stubborn old man, Mr. Kun, will definitely not let anyone wear his clothes. Nowadays, the Southern Hui embroidery lineage is almost extinct. Mr. Kun's craftsmanship should be exported to other countries to let those fake foreigners open their eyes."

Ye Lan didn't want to go at first, but when he heard that it was to bring glory to the country, he nodded and agreed.

"good."

After the two of them discussed it, Miao Lanying pulled Ye Lan to continue shopping on the 17th floor, as if she wanted to buy out all the stores.

At this moment, she felt that Ye Lan was a lucky star sent from heaven. Not only did he save her from the sea of ​​suffering, but now he also invited Qiao Kun, whom she had always been unable to invite, out of the mountain. It was simply a great thing!

It was not until sunset and dinner that she sent him back to the Gold Coast.

As soon as Ye Lan entered the house, he took out the little paper mannequin from his pocket.

Just now outside, the thing inside was struggling.

Now that he had left the restriction, he immediately transformed into his original form in the air.

"What do you mean? If you want to kill me, do it quickly. Do you think it's fun to walk around with me like this?!" The ghost bride roared angrily in a cloud of yin energy, her red wedding dress rustling and her hair dancing.

If an ordinary person saw this scene, they would probably be scared to death.

However, Ye Lan just looked at her with a puzzled look on his face and asked, "When did I take you for a walk?"

"You're still quibbling!" The ghost bride became even angrier, pointing at her and accusing her, "You took me in and didn't offer salvation, but instead took me out shopping and eating. Aren't you just trying to tell me that I can't beat you?"

Ye Lan: “…”

She deeply suspected that this guy had paranoia.

"Say something, I admit that I can't beat you, but don't think you can save my soul so easily. The old monk spat out a mouthful of blood on me. Now I am stained with sins, and it is impossible for me to be reborn easily." The ghost bride laughed strangely, and her laughter was complacent, as if she was mocking the mistake Ye Lan made at that time.

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"When did I say I would save your soul?" Ye Lan spread his hands.

"..." The ghost bride was choked. Seeing Ye Lan had already turned and walked into the bathroom, she hurriedly chased after him, "Then why did you bring me back?"

Ye Lan turned on the faucet in the bathroom. After a day of running around outside, she wanted to take a hot bath. When she heard the voice, she replied calmly with three words, "Doing housework."

Um? ?

Could it be what she meant?

Before the ghost bride could react, Ye Lan continued slowly, "The room with the calligraphy and paintings hanging on it is cleaner than the corridor and the living room. Even when you comb your hair, you pick up the fallen hair on purpose. You must be a good hand at doing housework."

"..." The ghost bride was silent for a few seconds, then gritted her teeth and said, "So?"

"I need someone to work." Ye Lan said as a matter of course.

"Why?!" The ghost bride went crazy on the spot. "Since ancient times, good and evil cannot coexist. Why should I, a ghost king who has practiced for a hundred years, be controlled by you..."

Ye Lan: "Because I can help you accumulate good karma."

The girl's cold and clear words successfully extinguished the ghost bride's anger.

"You are now stained with sin. If you are reborn, you will only fall into the animal realm. If you stay with me, I will promise you a happy life in a hundred years." Ye Lan took off his clothes, walked into the bathtub, and casually ordered: "Light a sandalwood lamp."

The ghost bride stared at the girl's pure and flawless profile for a long time before turning around and leaving silently. When she came back, she was holding an incense burner in her hand, with a faint scent of sandalwood burning in it.

It is undeniable that the conditions offered by the girl are too tempting, and her powerful magic power is indeed capable of helping her escape from the sea of ​​suffering and get rid of the miserable fate in the next life.

When you think about it this way, doing some housework doesn't seem like a big deal.

So the Ghost King quickly accepted his new identity and adapted well. The moment the phone rang outside the bathroom, he floated out, brought it in and handed it to Ye Lan.

Ye Lan was very satisfied with her service and took the phone casually, "Hello."

"Master Ye, it's me." Tang Sinian's slightly suppressed voice came from the other end of the line, "Grandpa has taken the blood ginseng, and it's working very well. But the Bai family has also torn their relationship with the Tang family, and they want us to serve the blood ginseng with both hands at the Bai family banquet tomorrow. My family intends to confront them head-on. I'm calling you today to remind you to be careful of the Bai family's revenge."

Although he knew Ye Lan's terrifying strength, he still made the call.

Ye Lan appreciated the other party's kindness and decided to give him some information in return.

"Don't worry, the Bai family won't be able to hold a banquet tomorrow, and they won't cause you any trouble."

"What?" Tang Sinian was stunned for a moment, wanting to ask Ye Lan how he knew that, but he quickly realized that was inappropriate and could only ask cautiously, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Ye Lan responded lightly.

Tang Sinian said a few more words before hanging up the phone, then stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the Tang family villa and fell into deep thought.

"Ahem, Si Nian, have you notified Miss Ye? Did something unexpected happen?" Upstairs, Tang Hede, who had been waiting for him to come upstairs for a long time, slowly walked down with the help of crutches.

The blood ginseng is very effective. After just one day, the old man felt much better.

Tang Sinian stepped forward to support him, subconsciously wanting to report what had just happened to the old man, but then he changed his mind and feared that it would be a false alarm, so he just shook his head and said, "It's okay, Grandpa."

The next day, the news that the Bai family hosted a banquet for all the wealthy families in the upper class spread throughout the imperial capital.