“Someone is watching us from behind.”
Ning Hong then turned her head.
He turned around and saw a face he absolutely did not want to see.
"Duanmu Ling?" What's he doing here? This guy is no good, definitely the second male lead. The fact that Ning Zhaozhao in my memory ended up like this is largely due to Duanmu Ling.
It was only because the original owner and Ning Zhaozhao were the ones who attacked A'ruo first that the original owner felt that she had brought this retribution upon herself, and therefore she never thought of seeking revenge.
I just want to protect them.
Otherwise, this person would be number one on the original owner's revenge list.
Ning Hong then looked at Ning Zhaozhao. "Acha, what's going on?" He held an umbrella in one hand and pinched Ning Zhaozhao's cheek with the other. When did this person arrive? Acha didn't even say a word.
"To be honest, I'm not quite sure either. I suddenly saw him today, but wasn't he eating out? How did he end up following me in?"
Ning Zhaozhao frowned. "Don't you know you can't just go into the backyard?"
"Ning Zhaozhao, we've known each other for a while, are you—ruining yourself?"
His gaze fell on her arm, which she was holding tightly.
"Duanmu Ling, are we very familiar?"
Ning Zhaozhao looked Duanmu Ling up and down, feeling that something seemed off about him.
"You're not Duanmu Ling, are you? You look more like Yan Zhen."
Yan Zhen used this tone and attitude when she was in charge of her.
Yan Zhen: "—"
"However, no matter who you are, it has nothing to do with me anymore. Please leave."
"Ning Zhaozhao, I have something to tell you."
Yan Zhen stepped forward, intending to push Ning Hongze away, but Ning Hongze remained motionless.
His strength was completely useless against him; Ning Hong even flinched, and the hand easily passed through his body.
"Are you really not human?"
Yan Zhen stared in astonishment at his hand; this was the first time he had ever seen a ghost.
"You really are not Duanmu Ling."
Duanmu Ling has a fiery temper. If it were him, he would probably have already grabbed his sword and come over to fight or kill.
Ning Hongze's words stunned him.
He suddenly lowered his hand and gave a self-deprecating laugh.
"I didn't expect that you were the ones who figured it out."
His wife, the one he had decided to spend his life with, didn't realize it, but it was these two people who had always been his adversaries who noticed something was wrong.
"They say the person who knows you best is your enemy. Haven't you heard that saying?" Ning Hong then reached out and put her arm around Ning Zhaozhao's waist, asserting her dominance.
“That’s true.” Yan Zhen slowly exhaled. “I am Yan Zhen.” Seeing the two of them being so intimate, her brows furrowed even more.
"You're actually Yan Zhen? Holy crap, you and Duanmu Ling swapped bodies?"
Ning Zhaozhao blinked, showing no resistance to Ning Hongze's approach. Upon hearing this news, a hint of interest appeared in her eyes.
"Oh my, who did this? Well done!"
Yan Zhen: "—"
"Speaking of which, what about A'Ruo? If you use your body to sleep with her, the inside is Duanmu Ling. If you use your soul to sleep with her, the outer shell is Duanmu Ling, and other men."
The more I think about it, the funnier it seems!
That's karma.
After she recovered, she wanted to seek revenge on him.
But Ning Hong refused.
He said that, in truth, this matter cannot be blamed on Yan Zhen.
They started it themselves, which is why things have come to this.
They only have themselves to blame.
Now, by the grace of God, he is able to stay by her side as a ghost; they must proceed with utmost care.
So as not to anger God and have him taken back.
Ever since watching Ning Hongze's burial, Ning Zhaozhao's greatest fear has been losing Ning Hongze.
Since her brother had said so, she did as he instructed.
She prayed that God would not take her brother away from her.
Now, Yan Zhen himself has suffered retribution; it truly is a case of good being rewarded and evil being punished.
"How can a woman like you say such things? Don't you know the meaning of modesty?" Looking at the intimate way the two of them were, Yan Zhen finally understood where Ning Zhaozhao's reputation as a widow came from.
"What's it to you?"
"You—" are indeed irrelevant to him.
That day, he had already handed her a letter of divorce. Although it was said to be a divorce, everyone in the capital knew that it was Yan Zhen who didn't want Ning Zhaozhao.
Even if she remarries now, he has no right to speak. "You married him?"
"Yes, after we broke up, I married my brother."
"You've disregarded all human ethics!" If you're siblings, how can you get married?
“We are not related by blood,” Ning Zhaozhao said matter-of-factly.
There is no one in this world who treats her better than her brother.
"Your brother is dead, how can you marry him?"
Upon hearing the word "death," Ning Zhaozhao suddenly raised her hand and slapped Yan Zhen across the face.
"You're not allowed to utter the word 'death,' my brother is right next to me! As long as I can be with my brother, I'll take care of him, even if it's a zombie, let alone a ghost."
"you--"
Yan Zhen was increasingly dissatisfied; women are just so prone to changing their minds.
He suddenly recalled the fleeting smiles on the faces of the Ning family when they left the capital.
It looks remarkably similar to her smile right now.
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