After I died, Julian would burn tons of spirit money for me every year during the Ghost Festival. As a result, I developed a lavish spending habit in the underworld. Then suddenly one day, he stopped. I waited and waited, failed to visit his dreams multiple times, and finally concluded he had forgotten about it. Because I never thought to save, I racked up billions in debt to the Underworld Bank just to maintain my lifestyle. In a fit of rage, I literally came back to life. 1 Of course, I wasn't really alive. The King of Hell, worried I wouldn't pay back my debt, made an exception and let me return for a visit. So, he had his minions whip up a body identical to my old one. Having not been human for a few years, suddenly having a physical form felt weird. I stumbled my way back to the mortal world and headed straight for Julian’s villa. But I was stopped by security. They said the person living there was a Mr. Shen, but his name wasn't Julian Shen. Perhaps seeing my disheveled state and taking pity on me, they gave me a business card and told me to call the number. It took some effort to track that person down. I ended up at a five-star hotel where an engagement party seemed to be taking place. But when I saw the man on the poster at the entrance, I froze. Julian was getting engaged to someone else? Well, I had been dead for five years. It was normal for him to move on. But even so, he shouldn't have forgotten to burn money for me! He has no idea how high inflation is in the underworld! His family runs a huge business; surely he could spare a little cash for me to squander down below! I remembered when I died, trembling in pain in his arms. Seeing Julian just crying uncontrollably, I used my last ounce of strength to say— "Since I died because of you, remember to burn lots of spirit money for me every year." I was an orphan. I dated Julian for a few years but we never married. I was genuinely afraid of being broke in the afterlife. Seeing him nod, I finally closed my eyes in peace. Now, only a few years later, he's got a new love and forgot the dead one, huh?! I was about to storm in and give Julian a piece of my mind when a clean male voice sounded behind me. "Are you looking for me?" 2 I turned around and saw a guy in his early twenties. Tall, handsome, and oddly familiar. seeing I didn't answer, he added, "Uncle Chen called and said you went to the Shen estate looking for me?" I realized Uncle Chen must be the name on the card. I scratched my head awkwardly, looked at Julian on the poster, and said: "Yes, but I think I found the person I was actually looking for." "You mean my uncle?" I paused. "Julian is your uncle?" "Yeah. He's super busy today. I'll take you inside first, and he can see you when he's done." He took my hand and led me inside. "What's your name?" "Jason Shen. And you?" Without thinking, I blurted out: "Sarah Song." I don't know if it was my imagination, but Jason stiffened for a second upon hearing my name before acting normal again. He took me to a VIP box on the second floor. No need to squeeze with the crowd, and the floor-to-ceiling window offered a full view of the stage. After the MC's speech, the couple of the hour walked out slowly, meeting everyone's gaze. It was the first time I'd seen Julian in five years. He must be pushing thirty now, but time hadn't left a mark on his face. A tailored black tuxedo made him look even more mature and charismatic. If I remembered correctly, his fiancée was the heiress of the Moore family. Back then, both families wanted them to marry, but Julian insisted on being with me, the Cinderella. He even put his grandfather in the hospital over it. Who knew, five years later, Julian would end up with Tiffany Moore after all. If I had known, why did we struggle so much... 3 At the climax of the ceremony, people below shouted "KISS." I pressed against the glass, watching the couple in the center, unconsciously holding my breath. I had imagined this possibility on my way here, but seeing it with my own eyes still hurt like hell. Reason told me I shouldn't be like this. Julian had the right to a new life. I only came back to get my spirit money. What was I doing? Jason noticed something was off, leaned over, and saw me crying. He panicked. "Hey, what's wrong? Talk to me, don't cry." I didn't want to cry either. My emotions just went out of control. Helplessly, I forced a smile. "I'm fine, just... really moved. Truly." "Really?" Jason seemed skeptical. I nodded. "Your uncle and aunt-to-be are such a perfect match. I haven't seen such a joyous occasion in a long time. Got a bit emotional." Jason was silent for a moment, then asked, "By the way, I haven't asked. What business do you have with my uncle?" Below, Julian and Tiffany started toasting the guests. I watched, unconsciously scratching the glass. "Nothing special, actually. Just wanted to ask him a few questions." "Looks like he'll be busy for a while. Why don't you tell me, and I'll pass the message?" I turned around, looked at Jason's evasive eyes, and asked, "You don't want me to see your uncle, do you?" Jason didn't expect me to be so direct. He laughed awkwardly and explained: "Not entirely. It's just his engagement day, better not to disturb him..." I guessed Jason knew something. But thinking about it, he was right. I came from hell. I couldn't exactly crash his big day asking why he stopped burning cash for me. "I wasn't considerate enough. Sorry to bother you." I dropped that sentence and quickly left the room. At the hotel entrance, Jason chased after me. "You haven't eaten yet. Why leave so soon?" "I... I wasn't chasing you away, don't misunderstand." Looking at this boy who couldn't hide his thoughts, I found him amusing and wanted to tease him. "Actually, I don't need to eat." Jason replied, "Then where are you staying? I can book a hotel for you." I couldn't keep up with his train of thought, but it was a good question. Where was I sleeping tonight? The King of Hell only gave me three days. If Julian didn't work out, maybe I could rely on Jason. 4 "I don't want a hotel. Can I stay at your place?" I didn't know why Julian gave the villa to Jason, but I really wanted to go back and see it. We spent our happiest years there. My request clearly spooked Jason. "What... what exactly do you want?" "Jason, you know who I am, right? Are you afraid I'll ruin your uncle's engagement? In that case, you should keep an even closer eye on me." I didn't know what Jason was thinking, but he actually took me back to the villa. Nothing had changed much. The painting I made still hung in the same spot. For some reason, I suddenly remembered Julian mentioning a friend who loved my art. I thought his friend had good taste, so I decided to paint a landscape for him. But I died before I could finish it. In the underworld, I often regretted not finishing that painting. Now that I was back, I wanted to finish what I started. I familiarly walked to the southernmost room on the second floor. Just as I reached for the handle, Jason stopped me. "You can sleep anywhere but here." "I just want to look inside." "No looking. Uncle forbids anyone from touching things in there, including me." "He won't know if you don't tell him." "No means no." Jason was adamant this time. Afraid I'd try again, he dragged me downstairs. No matter how I explained, he wouldn't budge. I was getting pissed. "Why are you so stubborn?" "Unless my uncle agrees." "But didn't you want to keep me away from him?" "Who knows what your intentions are." "Jason, you really are annoying..." Before I could finish, the doorbell rang abruptly. I was standing right by the door, so I opened it annoyed. "Who is it?!" But the face greeting me was Julian's...
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