After Death, I Discovered My Wife Was the Villainess of a Supernatural Novel - Chapter 11

The two sisters would not actually come to blows. Although Fu Yushu wore a long face all day, she was a true sister complex through and through, even if her younger sister had become less and less cute as she grew older.

But this time, Fu Yushu had truly seen dangerous signs, which was why she flew into a rage.

“Fu Yushang! Do you know how dangerous your current way of thinking is?!”

Fu Yushang stood beside the desk, organizing things, directly ignoring her sister’s anger.

“If you really dare test the boundaries of the law, I’ll break your legs! Then… then I’ll write a letter every day and burn it for Zhaozhao! I’ll let her see what you’ve done!”

Fu Yushang’s words stuck in her throat.

Who had she learned that from?

“I know. I won’t.” In order to keep Fu Yushu from interfering with her plans, Fu Yushang lied to her sister for the first time.

Fu Yushu’s breathing gradually evened out, but as she looked at her younger sister’s side profile, she still felt worried.

Knock, knock, knock…

Kou Zishu stood awkwardly at the door and knocked. Originally, she should have avoided a quarrel between sisters no matter what, but who told the ghost beside her to keep urging her? She had even threatened Kou Zishu with a “reward” she could not refuse.

“Director Fu, did something happen?” Kou Zishu asked, feeling extremely guilty.

“Nothing.”

Mu Zhao went around Kou Zishu and entered the room. “Sister Yushu, you have to give way to Senior. Don’t bully her… Aaaaaah!”

Mu Zhao’s high-decibel scream startled Kou Zishu so much that she instinctively shrank to the side. It just so happened that Fu Yushu took a step forward at that moment, making it look as though Fu Yushu had frightened Kou Zishu.

Fu Yushu felt that she might need to explain herself to this promising junior.

“!!!” Mu Zhao stared at the countless soft pink envelopes spread across the desk and let out a groundhog scream.

Why had the love letters she hid been discovered?! Help! She had not had time to destroy the evidence! What kind of social-death scene was this?!

Aunt Liu finished preparing the meal and called them over to eat. Fu Yushang told them to go first and not wait for her.

Fu Yushu saw her younger sister holding the love letters her late wife had written to her before death but never delivered, staring blankly at them. Silently, she led her junior out of the study.

Fu Yushang placed the letters on the desk. She had found them just now while organizing Zhaozhao’s belongings. She arranged them one by one according to time, then took out the earliest letter and unfolded it.

Mu Zhao floated into her studio to shut herself away. She was afraid that if she stayed here and saw Senior’s expression, she would never dare come home again.

That was the first love letter Mu Zhao had written. Her writing talent was truly miserable, and only after writing, editing, rewriting, and editing countless times had she carefully placed it inside the envelope. Even so, from between the lines, one could still see how young and innocent Mu Zhao had been back then, cautiously admiring the unattainable Senior, only able to write this letter with a moment’s heated courage.

But her courage had not lasted long enough for her to hand over the letter. Otherwise, perhaps they would not be like this today.

“…Senior Fu, do you believe that fate can make someone fall in love at first sight? If you don’t, would you like to try believing it now?”

Fu Yushang’s eyes gradually reddened. Those few sparse sentences once again brought her back to that sunny afternoon.

She had been walking down the road when she saw a lonely suitcase. There was no one around it. Beside it was a ditch, and the wild grass showed traces of being crushed. A bad feeling immediately arose in her heart.

When she walked forward and looked, sure enough, a student had fallen down.

The young girl sat dispiritedly in the pit. Hearing Fu Yushang approach, she lifted her head and looked at her with an innocent, foolishly cute expression. At that time, Fu Yushang had thought that someone who could fall into such an obvious ditch was indeed a silly little girl.

Later, when Zhaozhao found out how expensive the clothes Fu Yushang had dirtied while pulling her up were, the way she looked as though she wanted to jump back into the ditch and grow mushrooms there was even more adorable.

But there was one thing Zhaozhao had said wrong.

That day had not been their first meeting.

The fate between them had been tied together a long, long time before that.

At the end of the letter was a bold request from a young girl.

“After I finish paying back the money for your clothes, Senior, would you be willing to be my girlfriend?”

A handmade bookmark slipped out of the envelope. On it, written in elegant plum-blossom small regular script, was a poem from the Classic of Poetry, “Wild Creepers.”

“Wild creepers spread across the field, heavy with glittering dew. There is a beautiful person, clear-eyed and graceful. By chance we meet, just as my heart desired…”

Though it was a poem, it seemed like an even more direct confession.

Fu Yushang placed the letter a little farther away. When tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, she did not want them to wet the last things Zhaozhao had left her.

Why had she only discovered this now?

If she had known that Zhaozhao had liked her from so long ago…

In the studio, Mu Zhao could not sit or stand still. Senior had seen it, right? She definitely had… The junior she had kindly helped actually harbored those kinds of thoughts toward her. What would Senior think?

“Miss Mu, are you there?” Kou Zishu’s lowered voice came from outside the door. She had searched all around the villa but had not found Mu Zhao. When she arrived at this door, she suddenly felt the temperature drop quite a bit, so she tried asking.

Mu Zhao stuck her head weakly through the door. “I’m here.”

The sight of a head hanging from the door was truly a little terrifying, but Miss Mu seemed completely unaware of it. Kou Zishu could only brace herself and say, “You said just now that as long as I stopped them from arguing, you would tell me a clue about that case.”

“In the eastern district of B City, there’s a group of thugs who formed an organization called… the Azure Dragon Gang? I think that’s the name. Arrest their boss and interrogate him. You’ll gain an unexpected harvest.” After Mu Zhao finished speaking weakly, she withdrew her head.

Although she knew nothing about her own situation, with the help of the novel’s plot, Mu Zhao knew the female lead’s matters like the back of her hand. She had successfully acted impressive!

“Please wait!” Kou Zishu finally realized the importance of this ghost.

Mu Zhao stuck her head out again.

“How do you know about this?”

“If I said I calculated it with my fingers, you probably wouldn’t believe me…”

“If you can calculate things, then how did you not calculate your own death?” Kou Zishu truly meant no harm. She was just asking out of curiosity.

Mu Zhao’s fragile heart was stabbed. Out of embarrassment, she angrily said, “Haven’t you heard that doctors don’t treat themselves and fortune-tellers don’t calculate their own fate?”

“Sorry. I was ignorant.” Kou Zishu immediately apologized.

Seeing how quickly she admitted her mistake, Mu Zhao gave a hum, indicating that she would not hold it against her.

“I also know many, many things. Don’t look at me like that. Some cases are older than I am! How could I possibly be the culprit?” Mu Zhao reached out and poked Kou Zishu’s head, which had been indulging in wild thoughts. Now, she could freely touch people—except for Senior.

The ice-cold finger pressed against her forehead, and Kou Zishu felt as though her entire body shivered from the cold.

“Then… can you…”

“No.”

Kou Zishu’s forehead was poked again.

“There’s no such thing as a free lunch. If you want information, of course you have to exchange something for it~” Free labor: acquired!

“Not even if Director Fu comes?”

Hey! The female lead really was clever!

“If Sister Yushu comes, she can get a discount, but the prerequisite is that you have to make her believe in my existence.” Based on Mu Zhao’s understanding, without seeing it with her own eyes, making Fu Yushu believe there were ghosts in this world? That was harder than climbing to heaven! If Kou Zishu brought it up, the thing waiting for her might very well be an ideological education lecture.

Sure enough, Kou Zishu fell silent.

“How about this? I happen to have something I need your help with. How about it? Do you want to cooperate?”

“…Does that include the case from twenty years ago?” Kou Zishu clenched her fists and stared tightly at Mu Zhao.

“Of course.” Mu Zhao nodded. The case from twenty years ago was Kou Zishu’s father’s case, and it was also something she had been investigating all this time.

Kou Zishu knew she could no longer refuse. She asked Mu Zhao, “What help do you need?”

Mu Zhao then made a request that left her confused: use every possible method to stop her wife from investigating the murderer, while also not letting her wife know that her ghost existed.

“Are you not planning to try telling Miss Fu that you exist?” Kou Zishu watched with her own eyes as, after she asked this, the head in the middle of the door slid dejectedly down to the floor. She silently took a step back.

“You don’t understand. When a person experiences social death, she will want to erase every trace of her existence along with it.”

Mu Zhao’s original plan had been completely disrupted by Senior discovering the love letters. Right now, she only wanted to be an ostrich.

“Then how should I explain this matter? I don’t think Miss Fu will necessarily listen to me…” Kou Zishu looked somewhat troubled.

“I don’t care, I don’t care. No matter what method you use, as long as you succeed, I-I’ll give you two pieces of information!” Mu Zhao’s head rolled from one side of the door to the other and applied a spell Kou Zishu could not refuse—I’ll double it!

“I’ll… try my best!” Kou Zishu lost to a temptation she could not refuse.

With a stomach full of worries, Kou Zishu returned to the living room with a grave expression.

Mu Zhao shrank back into her studio. Although her soul was here, her heart had been floating next door the entire time.

“Meow!” That little thing Coal Ball used his agile skills to open the studio door and sneak inside, then twisted his butt and brought the door closed behind him.

“Coal Ball…” Mu Zhao called out weakly.

The little cat circled around the studio as if inspecting his own territory. Then he suddenly crawled under a cabinet and pawed out a dust-covered sheet of paper. Mu Zhao looked closely. Wasn’t this the half-finished portrait she had drawn of Coal Ball that had somehow disappeared back then? She knew it had gone missing! So this little bad thing had hidden it!

Ignoring the kitten’s dissatisfied meows, Mu Zhao lifted the painting. That day, she had seen the kitten foolishly and adorably pouncing on a grasshopper in the courtyard, and inspiration had struck. She had planned to paint that moment, but after finishing Coal Ball’s part, the painting had vanished, and that had been the end of it.

Because the painting had not been properly preserved, it was covered in a faint layer of dust.

“Coal Ball, you really are a little bad egg!” Mu Zhao sighed.

This painting was basically ruined. Mu Zhao gently touched the kitten’s eyes in the painting. However…

Mu Zhao narrowed her eyes. Was it her imagination? Why did she feel as though the kitten’s eyes in the painting had suddenly brightened a little? And it seemed to have stolen a tiny bit of power from her fingertip.

As if discovering a new continent, Mu Zhao experimented back and forth. Sure enough, after she infused the mysterious power within her body into the painting, the painting somehow became vivid and lifelike! Every lively strand of cat fur seemed to be swaying, so eerily realistic that it looked as if the cat might leap out of the painting at any moment.