Love with ulterior motives

Chapter 4

"Not a female ghost taking a bath?" Xian Jing's body trembled as well. "Oh my god, there are two of them."

(six)

On Monday, Xianjing was called to the manager's office.

"What's wrong with you? You made seven or eight mistakes on a simple report. What kind of layout is this? You're dumber than a pig!" Yang Zizi yelled.

"I'm sorry. I'll redo it." Xianjing picked up the papers scattered all over the floor.

"Why don't you people cherish what you have? The company is in a bad situation right now, and we still have to support useless people like you! Do you think finding a job is so easy?" Yang Zizi rubbed her temples. "With your education and qualifications..."

The phone rang, and Xianjing took the opportunity to go outside.

Anzhu came over and comforted her, "Don't mind her, she's been going through a divorce recently, and her husband wants to break up with her."

Xianjing nodded. She stared at the clock on the wall; it wasn't even 5:30 yet.

When I get off work, the bus stop at the entrance is crowded with people. For those at the bottom of the pyramid, buses are a cheap and convenient means of transportation.

Yang Zizi looked disdainful. She was waiting for a taxi, but at this hour, taxis were changing shifts, so it was hard to get one. Her husband no longer picked her up from get off work; he had no time, no mood, and no need. They were getting a divorce anyway, so who would feed the fish they released back into the river?

Bus route 27 arrived, but it was already packed. Anzhu rolled up her sleeves and grabbed Xianjing's hand, "Charge!"

Ultimately, she couldn't match the strength of the middle-aged, plump woman beside her, and the car door closed. An Zhu, panting, watched the woman's smug expression. The plump woman sized up Xian Jing with a victorious look and said, "I've even squeezed onto the No. 113 bus before, humph, this is nothing."

Bus route 113 is the most crowded bus in the city; it's said that people have died from overcrowding there.

Watching the car drive away, Yang Zizi said to An Zhu, "Don't squeeze in. When the taxi comes, it will give you a ride."

"Thank you, Manager." Anzhu smiled ingratiatingly.

Xianjing was a little afraid of Yang Zizi, afraid that Yang Zizi would ruin her livelihood.

Buses 23, 35, and 198 all arrived, but bus 27 was nowhere to be seen. Waiting for the bus was like waiting for someone else; there were many buses and many people, but the bus and person I was waiting for were nowhere to be found.

There were people in the taxi. Yang Zizi stomped her feet. When a person is unlucky, one thing after another goes wrong.

A beautiful silver BMW sped past, attracting attention.

The car reversed one minute later.

Xianjing asked, "How did you know I was here?"

"Yunhai Building, you mentioned it yourself. Forgot?" Ye You opened the car door. "Tell your friend to get in the car with you."

An Zhu sat gracefully in the back row, and Yang Zizi was also invited.

"My name is Ye You, and I'm Xian Jing's boyfriend," Ye You introduced himself to An Zhu and Yang Zizi as he started the car.

Yang Zizi looked Xian Jing up and down, but said nothing.

Xianjing's face turned pale. Anzhu's was too.

Yang Zizi got out of the car at the entrance of the residential area and said to Ye You, "Thank you."

Suddenly, the atmosphere relaxed. Anzhu leaned forward onto the seat in front of her and said to Xianjing, "You're finished."

Xianjing nodded. "I know."

Ye You invited the two to dinner, but An Zhu declined, saying, "Shi Tou is going to call to check up on me later, so I won't go. Please take me home first."

After getting out of the car, Anzhu blinked and said, "Don't come back too early."

"What do you want to eat?" Ye You turned her head and asked, "Did you miss me?"

Xianjing nodded. "Give me your phone number."

The meal was very enjoyable. The lamplight illuminated the beauties. Xian Jing was not a beauty. In terms of facial features, Ye You had the upper hand. Both of them ate gracefully, chewing slowly and elegantly.

“Your fingers look just like my mother’s,” Ye You said suddenly, staring at Xian Jing’s hand. “They’re as white and as gentle as hers. After the accident, my father had a body, but my mother didn’t. I haven’t seen her since I was fifteen. But I often dream about her.”

The fairy remained silent. Poor child.

"Today is the anniversary of her death," Ye You continued.

“She’s in heaven, and she’s in your heart too. She can see you, so be good.” Xianjing’s tears fell, and not knowing how to comfort her, she blurted out in a moment of panic, “I have a mother, and I’ll share half of her with you from now on.”

Ye You finally shed tears.

An Zhu received a call from Shi Lei, who was about to go abroad for further studies. Before parting, they were naturally affectionate, wishing they could make every second last an hour.

"I'm scared, I'll be home alone," Anzhu said coquettishly.

"If you're scared, just think about our future: the villa, the kids, the puppy, the rocking chair..." Shi Lei's phone was already burning hot.

"Well, Stone, don't forget about me when you find a Japanese woman in the future."

"If that happens, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death." Shi Lei clenched his other fist. What a good man.

Anzhu hung up the line with satisfaction.

Taking a shower is the most relaxing moment of the day. I turn on the tap, look at my body, and feel quite satisfied. I have everything that other women have.

An Zhu looked up and rubbed shower gel on her neck; her back was itchy. It was difficult to scratch her back when she was showering alone; she wished Shi Lei were here. An Zhu turned her hands over and scratched her back haphazardly; it felt good.

Suddenly, a chill ran through me.

Anzhu is very clean and never grows her nails long.

Behind it were clearly sharp fingernails, gently tracing from the neck to the tailbone.

Pretending not to know?

Anzhu stopped scratching, but the sharp fingernails on her back continued to slowly scratch, getting heavier and more painful.

"Is it comfortable?" a gloomy female voice asked.

Anzhu dared not turn around and could not speak.

"Don't look back at me, I'm ugly." The movement of her fingers became gentler. There were streaks of blood on An Zhu's smooth back, which were diluted by water and flowed down her thighs like a stream.

"Who are you….."

"I used to be just as beautiful as you, with skin as smooth as yours." The sharp nails continued to scratch the bloody area; if she pressed harder, she would see the flesh.

"What do you want me to do?" An Zhu thought of Shi Lei, the villa, the child, the puppy, the rocking chair... and swallowed hard.

"It's good that you're not afraid of me." Her fingers stopped moving. A burning pain shot through her back. "I was so stupid. I told him I wanted to break up, and he poured sulfuric acid all over me while I was showering. I didn't even finish that song."

Anzhu looked down and saw black hair wrapped around her feet. She thought to herself, "Is she going to possess me?"

The red eyes outside the window were bleeding profusely.

"Is it him?" Anzhu pointed to the window. But she still didn't dare to turn around.

The woman sighed, "It's him, I love him."

"If you love him, why did you break up with him?" Anzhu asked.

The woman's voice turned sorrowful, "Please help me pick out the remaining bone fragments from under the floor tiles and give them to my family. The rest you don't need to know; even if you did, it wouldn't change anything. Thank you for today; this back massage is my way of repaying you."

P.S.: Ghostly scratches on the back are unpredictable.

Where are your family members?

“Go check the Legal Daily on October 5th.” The female ghost remembered clearly that it was the day after the incident. “You are much braver than your roommate. She fainted as soon as she saw me and didn’t even have time to speak.”

Anzhu nodded. Ten minutes later, when she turned around, there was no ghost behind her. There was a clump of black hair on the ground, with a few bits of flesh still attached to the skin. She washed it with water.

We'll discuss this matter when Xianjing returns.

When Anzhu talked to a ghost for the first time, she didn't find it as scary as it was described in novels.

(seven)

While Anzhu waited for Xianjing to return, Xianjing was sitting in Ye You's car, enjoying the night view after a satisfying meal. The night view was beautiful; the daytime restlessness had turned into tranquility, the lights were warm and sparkling like stars, and the leaves seemed reluctant to fall, clinging to their last moments of warmth.

"What are you thinking about?" Ye You asked, holding Xian Jing's hand.

"I miss you," Xianjing answered honestly.

Like unexpected happiness, which is hard to avoid, there is no other way but to accept it.

The car was parked under a dim streetlamp, in a secluded spot, with no one around. The curtain was drawn, and the world was shut out.

"We're not there yet." Xian Jing looked at Ye You strangely. "You..."

Ye You smiled strangely, "I'm thirsty."

"Huh?" Xianjing looked around. "There's no convenience store here, and no water in the car."

"I want to drink milk!" Ye You's lips covered Xian Jing's lips.

Xianjing pushed him away, "I want to go home."

Ye You reached behind Xian Jing and gently pushed down her spine. Through her white dress, the bra clasp popped open.

Xianjing regretted not wearing the bra with the front clasp.

The skirt slipped down halfway. The shoulders are beautiful.

The streetlights shone obliquely in, making the woman appear as beautiful as jade.

"You're so annoying." Xian Jing looked down at Ye You, who was sucking, and a surge of desire rushed to her head.

Ye You didn't have time to speak. A man's chest is a warm bed; a woman's chest is a paradise to escape the world.

You can start loving anytime. You can end loving anytime.

Xian Jing's moans could be described as the buzzing of a mosquito, a low, indistinct sound. Ye You wondered how interesting it would be if translated.

Thump thump thump...

"Who's knocking on the car window?" Xianjing shook the man, who was engrossed in drinking milk, awake. "It's not the police, is it?"

Ye You looked annoyed and quickly helped Xian Jing put her dress back on.

The curtain was pulled back, revealing a middle-aged woman wearing an armband whose clothes were the same color as her excrement. She seemed to be a twin of the woman who had squeezed onto the train. In this city, middle-aged and elderly women often dressed similarly.

"Pay one dollar for parking." She held out her hand; her nails were long, and the crevices under them were black.

Xianjing took a coin out of her bag and gave it to her. The middle-aged woman smiled sinisterly.

"Continue, you guys continue..."

Disappointing! Ye You stepped on the gas and drove the car home.

"I'll pick you up from get off work tomorrow." Ye You kissed Xian Jing goodbye before she got out of the car.