Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

He tried everything to wake himself from the dream, but people eventually need to sleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, the woman would appear in his dream on time, haunting him.

Over the course of days, Jiahao was so tormented that he was listless and drowsy during the day, and could only stay up all night playing games. He dared not close his eyes to sleep, and he was on the verge of a breakdown.

"I love watching live streams and I'm a long-time fan of yours. I know in my heart that this isn't just a normal dream; I'm clearly being haunted by something unclean!" Jiahao's voice was full of anxiety. "I've been waiting in the live stream room every day for you to go live. Even if I didn't get the lucky bag today, I was planning to send you a private message to ask for your help. I really can't take it anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, the live stream chat exploded with discussion:

"Haha, I really can't believe this guy is almost thirty! His baby face makes him look so young!"

"Has this guy never had a girlfriend? Is he just overthinking things because he's been single for so long?"

"Something's not right. I'm having the same dream every night, and I'm being watched. It's terrifying!"

"I feel like I've really encountered something supernatural. I'm waiting for the streamer to explain!"

Shen Jingshu remained calm throughout. From the moment Jiahao appeared in the camera's view, she could see that he was surrounded by a faint aura of yin energy, and there was an inexplicable karmic entanglement between his brows and eyes. Behind Jiahao, a figure stood quietly.

It was a woman dressed in red ancient costume, with long hair hanging down. Her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, her expression was melancholy, and her gaze was fixed on Jiahao, full of reluctance and infatuation. She was the woman in Jiahao's dream.

Shen Jingshu raised her eyes and said with certainty, "Jiahao, you guessed right. You are not dreaming, but being haunted by a ghost. The woman in ancient costume in your dream is the female ghost attached to you."

Upon hearing Shen Jingshu's resolute words, Jiahao gasped in fright, jumped onto the bed, and huddled under the covers, trembling slightly as he nervously looked around the rented room.

The room was empty; you could see everything at a glance, and there was nothing to be seen.

Little did he know that the woman in ancient costume stood quietly in the corner of the room, her figure ethereal and motionless, gazing at him with eyes filled with resentment and obsession.

Shen Jingshu remained calm and gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid. She has no intention of harming anyone. She's just too obsessed and can't let go of the past."

As she spoke, she looked through the screen at the illusory figure in the corner, her tone carrying a hint of persuasion: "Since you've been so persistent in searching for him for so many lifetimes, why not talk about your past relationship? You haunt his dreams every day without him even realizing it, and you're only making him more anxious and uneasy. If this continues, he'll be constantly on edge, unable to sleep at night, and sooner or later he'll be exhausted, either dying suddenly or suffering a complete mental breakdown. That's not the outcome you want to see."

The ancient female ghost had wandered the world for hundreds of years and was well-versed in worldly affairs. She immediately recognized that the object transmitting the sound was a modern cell phone.

Her figure swayed gently as she slowly approached the camera, her beautiful face, tinged with a faint sadness, appearing faintly at the edge of the live stream screen.

At the same time, Jiahao felt the surrounding air suddenly turn cold and bone-chilling, the cold seeping into his limbs and bones. He wrapped the blanket tighter around himself, his voice trembling, "H-anchor...who are you talking to? Is it...is it her?"

"Yes, it's her." Shen Jingshu responded calmly. "You don't need to panic too much."

"How could I not be scared!" Jiahao was almost in tears, his voice filled with despair. "It's a ghost! You suddenly tell me there's a ghost standing next to me all along, who wouldn't be scared?"

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with comments, all in a teasing and funny tone:

"Haha, sorry, I couldn't help it, I really wanted to laugh."

"The guy was so scared he was cowering under the covers, trembling. It's so relatable!"

"Anyone who suddenly found themselves standing next to a female ghost in ancient costume would be completely overwhelmed, right?"

"I feel sorry for Jiahao for a second. What's it like to be both scared and amused at the same time, haha?"

"The anchor is incredibly calm, while the person involved is practically flying off the spot."

The three roommates next to him, wearing headphones, couldn't help but cover their mouths and secretly suppress their laughter, not daring to make a sound and disturb the live stream, their shoulders shaking slightly.

Jiahao huddled under the covers, feeling cold all over. He was scared and panicked, and completely listless.

"Don't worry, with me here, she wouldn't dare harm you in the slightest."

After comforting Jiahao, Shen Jingshu turned to the ghost and spoke gently, "Your heart is filled with obsessions, why not talk to him about it yourself?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she parted her lips slightly and whispered a few incantations to guide the soul. Instantly, a hazy, illusory figure slowly appeared on the connected screen, gradually solidifying and becoming clear.

The woman, dressed in an ancient-style silk dress, stood quietly in Jiahao's room, her figure graceful and elegant, resembling a lady from a noble family in ancient times.

The live stream chat instantly exploded, with exclamations filling the screen.

"My God! It really appeared! I actually saw a ghost in broad daylight!"

"It gave me a fright; the scene was so shocking!"

"This is truly shocking; I'm currently watching the live stream on my knees!"

There were many exclamations of amazement, but many others had doubts and expressed different opinions.

"Could this be a staged publicity stunt? There's no such thing as ghosts or monsters in this world."

"It looks so realistic, it's hard to believe it's real."

"Maybe it was created using special effects in post-production, and there are no ghosts or gods at all."

The live stream chat was immediately abuzz with discussion. Some were deeply shocked and believed it wholeheartedly, while others remained skeptical, dismissing it as a carefully orchestrated gimmick.

Jiahao looked up and saw a figure in ancient costume by the bed, which was exactly the same woman he had been dreaming about for days.

After seeing its appearance with his own eyes, the extreme fear in his heart faded by most. It turns out that people are ultimately afraid of the unknown. When he actually saw it with his own eyes, he became calmer.

At this moment, the female ghost Yu Rou parted her lips slightly, her voice low and filled with endless sorrow: "Gu Lang, do you really not remember me at all? I am Yu Rou."

Before she could finish speaking, glistening tears slowly slid down her pale cheeks, making her look pitiful and heartbreaking.

Seeing this, Jiahao no longer cared about his fear. Seeing such a beautiful woman crying sadly in front of him, he was at a loss and hurriedly tried to comfort her: "You, you don't cry, let's talk it out. I really don't know what our past is."

Yu Rou looked at him with a sense of melancholy and slowly recounted the past that had been sealed for a hundred years: "Gu Lang, in our past life we ​​were childhood sweethearts. The Gu and Luo families had been on good terms for generations, and we were betrothed since childhood. When I came of age, the Gu family came to formally propose marriage, exchanged birth charts, and set an auspicious date for our wedding."

On our wedding day, the procession stretched for miles in red, with all the proper etiquette and a grand, joyous occasion. After finally completing the wedding ceremony, you personally lifted my red veil, and we drank the nuptial wine together. I thought that from then on, we could stay together day and night, living a peaceful and stable life.