12dz Chapter 177 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cuddle Up [The End]
Chapter 177 My Dead Husband Came Back to Cuddle Up [The End]
Qin Boyue didn't care about what the old Taoist priest said at all. Even cats and dogs have souls when they die, so how could she, a living person, not have one?
Ni Qing was completely unaware of this. She continued to eat, drink, and have fun, living the life of a carefree wealthy wife. The company kept delaying in notifying her to sign documents. At first, she didn't pay attention, until later when the branch office ran out of operating funds.
She had just managed to pull herself together slightly when she realized that this situation was normal, with both gains and losses. She was just about to transfer some funds from the head office when she was informed by the higher-ups there that there was also no cash flow.
Did she squander all the large inheritance left by her deceased husband? But she didn't spend much money.
Pretending to be clueless at this point would be a bit impolite.
She ground her back teeth. Who in this world wouldn't want her to be happy? Besides the Qin family and Qin Boyue himself, there was no one else.
The Qin family and I are of the same origin, so there's no need for them to target me, but Qin Boyue's actions are also quite unreasonable.
A man's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.
The original owner cared a lot about money; otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen Qin Boyue for money and then pursued Song Ziyu relentlessly.
With that in mind, she decided to try her luck; she couldn't let her progress bar stay at 99% forever.
As the weather turns cooler, many lush green trees begin to turn yellow and wither, and rotting leaves are blown by the wind onto the asphalt road.
Ni Qing, dressed in a brown-based black coat and high heels, climbed the steps one by one. This was a cemetery; she wanted to provoke Qin Boyue here.
The higher she went, the fewer people there were. She glanced around but didn't see any ghostly aura.
Since it wasn't a special day, when they arrived at Qin Boyue's tomb, the area was completely deserted.
Her expression was cold and disgusted as she looked at the three large characters "Qin Boyue" on the tombstone: "Are you here? I know you must be here. Does the company's affairs have anything to do with you?"
Given the original owner's intelligence, she wouldn't suspect that a dead person was behind it. But considering her character's personality, she liked to pin the blame on Qin Boyue no matter what, which made the whole thing seem logical.
A cold wind blew by, and the surroundings were so quiet that you could almost hear the trails of falling leaves.
Although Ni Qing was somewhat prepared for what was to come, she still had to be on high alert at all times.
She hardened her heart and almost burst out cursing, "I know, it must be you! Come out here! Is Brother Song's death also related to you? You are simply—"
No one knows which words touched a nerve, but the next second, the tombstone shattered into two pieces out of thin air, exuding an eerie aura.
Ni Qing: "..." He's a werewolf; when he gets ruthless, he'll even smash his own tombstone.
Her expression froze, and she took a slightly flustered step back, seemingly startled by the scene. But she still mustered her courage and continued, "I belong to Brother Song in life and in death. If I have a next life, I definitely won't have anything to do with you. I'm even wondering why I would give you a chance for money. Give me another chance, I—"
"What? You're sure you won't choose to marry me?" A slightly aggressive voice rang out almost in her ear.
Startled, she instinctively dodged to the other side. She was already wearing high heels, and in her panic, she lost her footing and accidentally stepped on a pebble.
She twisted her ankle.
The young man stood there, looking down at me with an ambiguous expression: "Is this all you wanted to say to me?"
He couldn't tell whether he felt bitter or irritable; he could only purse his lips, unable to suppress the raging emotions welling up inside him.
He really liked the warm, living aura she exuded. If he could go back to that time, he would never have jumped off a building to end his life.
His life was too boring; he couldn't find a reason to live. The Qin family, being a large clan, had long lost its warmth; everyone was just a businessman exploiting each other.
It is precisely because he is already dead that he yearns for rebirth.
Qin Boyue lowered his eyes and slowly squatted down: "I didn't originally intend to kill you so quickly, you just walked right into it."
The next second, Ni Qing felt as if she had fallen into the deep sea, surrounded by endless darkness, with seawater churning into her nostrils, making it impossible to breathe.
She choked a few times, her face turning red with fear. Following her survival instinct, she tried to grab some driftwood, but all she could find was seawater.
In a daze, she saw the young man standing directly opposite her. The seawater seemed to be afraid of him and did not envelop him.
Qin Boyue looked at her struggling and felt a sense of panic for some reason. The old Taoist's words kept repeating in his mind.
How could anyone in this world be without a soul? He repeatedly reassured himself, then looked up at her again, his panic growing stronger.
After a while, the young man's long, pale hand wrapped around her slender waist, and he kissed her lips with tenderness and affection, the fresh air filling her mouth.
He was forcing the other person to kiss him back.
However, even as the other person slowly lost consciousness through their dark, gleaming eyes, the thing he had hoped for never happened. The other person seemed resigned to death, their jaw clenched, their eyes filled with disgust.
Qin Boyue was taken aback and subconsciously withdrew from the illusion.
They returned to the cemetery, but it all seemed to be in vain. Ni Qing was lying silently on the ground, her face pale and her chest not rising or falling at all.
The young man stood there for a long time without moving; he was waiting, waiting for her soul to leave her body.
However, the expected soul did not appear until nightfall. He gritted his teeth, suppressed his panic, and stubbornly waited in place.
It will definitely happen, it will definitely happen, it definitely...
"As you can see, she is dead, and her soul has left this world. You don't need to be too attached to it," the old Taoist's voice came from behind.
The young man stood blankly before her, showing no reaction. His slightly bloodshot eyes were fixed on her face. After a moment, he slowly leaned down, his fingertips tracing her cold skin, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ni Qing, are you still there?"
He seemed to be asking and answering himself, persistently asking the same question over and over again.
The old Taoist priest's words were still muttering behind him, but he seemed oblivious, pursing his lips and staring intently, hoping for a miracle.
There really are people who have no soul.
He couldn't help but chuckle softly, trying to force a smile as usual, but this time, he couldn't manage a laugh.
He remembered Ni Qing's words: "I belong to Brother Song in life and in death. If I have a next life, I will definitely have nothing to do with you..."
He lived a terrible life, so she never liked him until she died; even in death, her soul refused to linger for him.
Qin Boyue stiffly raised her head to look at the sky. Her soul was not in this world, so where had she gone? Under the old Taoist's chilling gaze, he curled his sinister lips again.
I will find you.
The world is ending.