This place is quite unfavorable for ghosts to visit.
Zhao Xi's stepmother clearly has a story behind her.
No wonder Si said her family wasn’t full of good people—though it’s unclear whether Zhao Xi’s father is one of them.
But investigating this would be much simpler.
Just start digging into Zhao's Father’s company.
"Tool-person Radish."
Little Wei called out.
Little Nailuo: ???
"Little Wei, are you calling me?" Little Nailuo thought for a moment—her name was the only one remotely related to "radish."
But why "radish"?
She couldn’t figure it out.
"Yeah, go investigate what shady things Zhao Xi’s dad has done," Little Wei replied without hesitation.
"Why call me Radish?" Little Nailuo questioned the nickname.
"Because you can be stir-fried."
Little Nailuo: ???
She was NOT a radish!
Ugh, Little Wei was definitely messing with her out of spite. Was there no justice left in the world?
"I’m not stir-fry material," Little Nailuo puffed her cheeks. She was a system, okay? Even if she wasn’t officially registered yet, who in their right mind would cook a system for dinner?
Scary jiejie.
"Hurry up and go."
Little Wei had no interest in debating whether Little Nailuo was edible.
"Fine," Little Nailuo grumbled.
Meanwhile, Little Wei entered the Noblewoman’s room. Honestly, it was a bit underwhelming. Having experienced the lifestyles of the wealthy in Ming Xiaowei’s world, this small villa was nowhere close in comparison.
The Little Boy spotted Little Wei and immediately pointed at her.
"Mom, I see that big sister again!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" The Noblewoman broke into a cold sweat.
She couldn’t see anything.
"But Mom, she’s right in front of you!" The Little Boy insisted.
Little Wei noticed the Noblewoman’s veins bulging on her forehead—she looked ready to smack her own child.
"Go take a bath. I’ll let you watch TV later," the Noblewoman said stiffly, dragging him to the bathroom before she lost her temper.
Her tongue was practically tied in knots from fear.
"You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?" Si asked.
Knowing Little Wei’s personality, this was clearly mischief at work.
"Who, me? I’m just waiting for Little Nailuo’s investigation results," Little Wei chuckled.
The Zhao Family and Jiang Family had a feud. And the man Jiang Xixi was forced to marry in death? If things went as expected, he was still buried in the Zhao Family’s ancestral grave.
Little Wei intended to avenge the original host.
If the Zhao Family truly considered Jiang Xixi one of their own, they wouldn’t have abandoned her in that dug-up grave.
It was obvious they never saw her as human.
Then again, if they had, they wouldn’t have nailed her alive inside a coffin to suffocate.
"That’ll probably take a while. Even if her core is a supercomputer now, filtering through all that data still needs time," Si remarked.
Just then, Little Nailuo’s voice chirped in.
"Little Wei, I found everything!"
"That fast?" Little Wei was surprised.
"Should I send the files to your phone or print them out?" Little Nailuo asked.
Little Wei stepped outside before responding, "If it’s not too much, just print it."
"Got it! Just Zhao's Father’s dirty laundry, or anything else too?"
Little Nailuo had dug up everything—not just on Zhao's Father, but Zhao's Mother as well.
This way, Little Wei wouldn’t pester her as much.
She had games to play, after all.
"Give me all of it," Little Wei had plenty of time.
"Okay!" Little Nailuo printed the files and handed them over.
Little Wei’s arm suddenly sagged under the weight of a stack as thick as a thesis. Her lips twitched.
"Did it really need to be this much?"
Her arm was already sore.
"This is the condensed version, Little Wei," Little Nailuo said innocently.
She’d tried her best to cut it down.
Flipping through, Little Wei was speechless.
"Did you seriously include the time Zhao's Father stole another kid’s ice cream as a child?"
The sheer amount of irrelevant details was ridiculous.
"I thought you might ask!" Little Nailuo muttered defensively.
Little Wei: "…Fine, I’ll skim it myself."
That said, most of the intel was useful.
Zhao's Father’s business empire spanned real estate, cosmetics, and more.
Tsk. And the tragedies buried beneath were… telling.
He’d even driven people to suicide.
Little Wei narrowed her eyes. Though Zhao's Father had covered his tracks, his products weren’t clean either.
Exposing him? Child’s play for Little Nailuo.
She circled key points.
Then, near the end, she froze.
Turns out, Zhao Xi’s birth mother was indirectly killed by her stepmother. While Zhao's Father was busy doting on his mistress giving birth, he ignored his wife’s worsening health—until she died alone at home.
The records noted Zhao Xi’s mother loved wearing red dresses in life.
Now Little Wei understood why the Noblewoman was so terrified.
She’d mistaken her for Zhao Xi’s mother.
Well, in that case, Little Wei didn’t feel like tormenting the Noblewoman anymore.
Zhao's Father, however, was fair game.
"Radish, post everything I marked online. Also—can you find where the Zhao Family buries their ancestors?" Little Wei’s lips curled slightly.
Some debts needed repaying.
She refused to believe the idiot who forced Jiang Xixi into a ghost marriage had no lingering spirit.
Oh, he was definitely still around.
"That’ll take a while. I’ll need to trace their Qingming Festival travel routes through car data, and some of it might’ve been wiped," Little Nailuo hesitated.
"No rush, I’ll wait. By the way, what are the main leads doing now?"
"Eating," Little Nailuo answered.
Little Wei: "…"
At least they remembered to eat. For now, the protagonists weren’t in immediate danger.
Satisfied, Little Wei returned to the mountain. Workers were already relocating graves—some terrified, others tearful.
(Though fear dominated.)
"Tell them to demand compensation," Little Wei instructed the lingering spirits who approached.
"From the developers?" The ghosts caught on instantly.
Right. None of this would’ve happened if not for the developers.
They deserved to pay.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
