chapter 6

I looked outside through the peephole and saw only Mu Yebai’s handsome face, filled with intense impatience.

He knocked on the door irritably, pressing the doorbell over and over again.

“Luo Wanyin, don’t think you can get my attention this way. This trick doesn’t work on me.”

Mu Yebai’s voice came through the door.

I was very afraid of Mu Yebai’s negative emotions.

No matter how happy I was the moment before, as soon as he appeared, as soon as he frowned, I would feel like the sky was about to fall.

Because before marrying Mu Yebai, my parents had repeatedly warned me not to make him angry. Whether our family’s business could recover depended on whether Mu Yebai, for the sake of that marriage certificate, would be willing to help us out.

The night before the wedding, my mother was packing my things and reminding me, “After you marry into their family, you have to learn to please Mu Yebai and his family. After all, your sister and brother still need money for school, and you should think of them too.”

I lowered my head, looking at the wedding shoes on my feet, pouting, but said nothing.

If it weren’t for the marriage, I should have gone to work today-a part-time job that paid eighty yuan a day.

Because of this, after getting married, no matter what happened, as soon as I sensed Mu Yebai’s mood was off, I would always choose to apologize.

In the end, I couldn’t even tell who was right and who was wrong anymore.

After being brainwashed by my parents, I felt that if Mu Yebai was angry, then I must be at fault.

So even now, after committing suicide, seeing Mu Yebai show up at my door with such displeasure, I still instinctively felt that I had done something wrong and should apologize to him.

But now, I can no longer respond to his negative emotions.

When his knocking got no response, Mu Yebai became even more furious.

He called me several more times, and my phone, which was in the bathroom, started ringing with my usual ringtone.

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This apartment was a wedding gift from Mu Yebai’s mother before the marriage.

She was a good person. She told me, “Although I asked you to marry my son, I’m also worried you might suffer grievances in this marriage, so I want to give you a place of refuge.”

It’s an apartment, not big, eighty square meters with two bedrooms and a living room. The phone was in the bathroom of the master bedroom, but I could still hear the ringtone from the doorway.

Mu Yebai heard it too.

He slapped the door with his palm. “Well done, Luo Wanyin. You’d better hide for the rest of your life. Don’t let me see you again. I’ve left your things at the door. Don’t come to my house anymore.”

He hung up, kicked something at his feet, then turned and left in anger.

I hid by the door, not daring to make a sound.

Everyone says they’re afraid of ghosts, but now that I’ve become a ghost, I’m afraid of Mu Yebai outside the door.

I really am such a piece of trash!