An Unusual Life Beginning with Evil Spirits

Volume 1. Let the Game Begin

"Ah~ yes! Yes yes yes... Are you okay? Let me see, let me see..."

Upon hearing this, the woman hurriedly let go of me, then grabbed my arm and carefully examined it for a long time before finally breathing a sigh of relief.

"It's fine... it's fine... Sorry, Yanyan, Mom was a bit..."

"I'm fine..."

Looking at the charming, still elegant 'Mom' before me, I took a deep breath and turned my head toward the man walking over.

From head to toe... hmm, ninety points.

This man had good taste.

At the very least... that cosmic tourbillon watch from the Czech Leopard on his wrist, worth ten million, instantly elevated his entire worth.

Although the clothes on his body were also quite expensive, it was obvious that they likely didn't cost more than a few tens of thousands, but that watch... damn, four million.

As the saying goes:

The poor wear rings, the rich wear watches, and the truly wealthy wear jewelry.

The poor wear mink, the rich wear cotton, and the truly wealthy wear casual.

The man before me was dressed in a loose casual outfit, yet it was hard to hide the sharpness in his eyes.

He spoke slowly and deliberately—just as the saying went, distinguished people speak slowly, while poor folks are hasty.

Who among them would have the patience to waste time chatting?

But the wealthier one was, the less they cared about this bit of time.

On the contrary, speaking slowly allowed one to organize their thoughts more clearly, making it more suitable for business.

On his square face, his pair of eagle-like brows made it hard to meet his gaze directly, yet the faint smile at the corners of his mouth gave off a gentle feeling.

Compared to the delicate and dainty middle-aged woman, this man definitely had much more presence, and... was absolutely damn rich.

Seriously though, how did such a small town produce someone this loaded?

Judging from the man's aura and that watch on his wrist, he could easily be living in a first-tier city without breaking a sweat.

When did this small town produce such a heavyweight?

And also... this man was... my dad?

"Dad..."

For some reason, seeing this man made me feel a bit guilty inside, instinctively.

"Mm..."

The man calmly nodded, and though a fleeting look of relief flashed through his eyes, he didn't let me see it.

But... why did I know it was there?

Strange.

Everything felt weird after I woke up.

"Lianyu, our daughter must be hungry. Don’t cry anymore. Go buy her something to eat. You haven’t eaten in two days either—get yourself something as well. I want to talk with our daughter."

The man's voice was noticeably gentler when addressing the middle-aged woman.

But judging from the cold tone he used on me earlier... as expected, spouses were true love, and children were just accidents, huh?

"Okay, I’ll go now."

‘Mom’ nodded, then looked at the man and hesitantly said, "Don’t start arguing again. Don’t forget—our daughter ran off without money because of the fight she had with you. This time, the responsibility..."

The man looked slightly embarrassed upon hearing this, as though being scolded by his wife in front of his daughter had made him feel a bit humiliated.

He quickly replied, "I know..."

After hearing that, the woman reluctantly put away the items she’d taken out of her LV bag, including several stacks of hundred-yuan bills that made me drool, and left the room.

Before leaving, she looked back at me somewhat reluctantly...

Seeing this, I actually found it a bit funny.

I’m a living, breathing human here—it's not like I’d go missing.

What’s there to be reluctant about?

Women... truly are emotional creatures that men just can't understand.

Turning back to look at the ‘father’ before me, even though my rational mind told me this wasn’t my ‘father’, I still couldn’t suppress the complex emotions this body had toward the man.

Resentment?

Affection?

Emmm... probably the tantrum of a rebellious child seeking love.

This feeling definitely wasn’t mine.

It should belong to... the original owner of this body.

The man took out a pack of Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes and was just about to light one when he suddenly glanced at me.

Then, without a word, he calmly put the cigarette back and sat down on the chair next to the bed where the woman had just been sitting.

I lowered my head, not daring to look at him.

Part of it was because of the body's residual feelings, and part of it was because his gaze was too sharp—I was afraid he’d see through something.

"Sigh... I know how you feel. You fought with me because of that man, right?"

Huh?

What the hell?

What kind of messed-up nonsense was this?

"But... even though you said you liked someone older than you, you can’t seriously pick a man who’s already thirty, can you? And... look at him. What does he have? An orphan, almost thirty, no decent job, just writes some lousy novels..."

What the hell!

What the actual hell!

Is he talking about me?

No no no... wait, let me sort this out.

This girl fought with her parents??

Then ran away from home in a tantrum?

Then I happened to get in the same car as her?

And this man misunderstood me as the reason for their fight?

Why the hell don’t I remember anything like that?

Besides... the girl's memories clearly tell me this is all fake!

She made up that story just to get more love from her dad!

And now this messed-up narrative is being pinned on me?!

But still...

Lousy novel?

Let me tell you something, there are things you can say and things you can’t.

If my novels are lousy, what does that make my readers?!

As an author, I treat my stories like my children—I can scold them myself, but if others dare insult them... not happening!!

No way! I can’t just sit here and take it.

I suddenly looked up, stared into the man’s eyes, and shouted angrily:

"Who says those are lousy novels? There are so many people who love them!"

The man clearly hadn’t expected me to talk back like that.

He was momentarily stunned, then his face darkened in an instant.

"You..."

The man had just said one word when his gaze suddenly landed on my leg and hand?

Then he sighed helplessly.

"Alright alright alright... let’s say some people like them. But think about it—you’re so young, already dating someone online. Fine, fine... I’ll pretend I didn’t say any of that. You fought with me over a man—don’t you know he’s not much younger than your dad? I’m only thirty-five! He’s already thirty! Are you trying to find me a son-in-law or a little brother? And besides... he doesn’t even look that handsome, right? More like below average. You’re still young..."

Damn it!

Say what you want about my books, but don't go making personal attacks!!

How the hell am I not handsome?!

Even when I was hanging on the window, I was still handsome enough to kill, alright!!

As soon as I thought of that, I glared at the man in front of me...

"...Fine, even if you liked him, he’s dead now. You can’t possibly marry a dead man. Forget him!"

The man seemed to be holding back anger, not a single kind word in sight.

I... was stunned.

"He’s really... dead?"

"Want me to bring over his corpse so you can take a look?"

The man seemed furious, spitting out that sentence.

I instantly flared up too—at least eighty percent of that rage belonged to the original owner of this body.

"Bring it then! Go on! Bring it, and I’ll marry him! I’ll be a widow guarding a dead man!"

"You!!"

The moment the man heard that, he could no longer sit still.

He sprang up, trembling all over, and pointed at me with a face that turned red with rage—on his otherwise handsome middle-aged uncle face.

"Fine fine fine... Liu Yunyan! Fine! I’ll go bring him right now! If you’ve got the guts, marry him right in front of me!!"

Saying that, the middle-aged man turned around and was just about to leave, but suddenly froze.

Then, with a helpless sigh, he shook his head and sat back down.

Eh?

Why didn’t he go?

Go on then, bring him!

Noticing the man’s somewhat evasive gaze, I instinctively glanced toward the doorway...

Sure enough, there was a faint shadow standing there, as if eavesdropping.

The man sat in the chair, looking both angry and helpless.

He opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.

"He’s really... dead?"

Even though I saw it with my own eyes, I still couldn’t quite believe it—that ‘I’ had died.

But this man really had a fiery temper.

The moment I asked again, he roared, "Dead!!"

So it’s true... he really died?

That meant everything that had happened wasn’t a hallucination?

I slowly lowered my head, staring at my clean, pale white fingers.

In my mind, I recalled everything that had happened on the bus.

As the girl’s memories gradually became clearer, I slowly pieced together the events that occurred after my death.

But...

I still didn’t know what exactly had happened.

Maybe it was my silence that made the man feel surprised.

He looked at me and, perhaps misunderstanding something, sighed.

"Daughter... Yanyan, I understand how you feel. I know you're hurting... but since it's already happened, don’t dwell on it anymore..."

As he spoke, the man hesitated slightly before finally pulling out a Yellow Crane Tower cigarette, lighting it, and even placing the lighter beside the bed.

I instinctively reached out for it, but a large hand suddenly pressed down over the cigarette pack.

"Girls shouldn’t smoke..."

His voice was much softer than at the beginning.

Tsk! Even if Liu Yunyan hadn’t smoked before, I used to be a heavy smoker!

You’re lighting up in front of a veteran smoker and won’t even let me smoke?

Have some humanity, will you?

Thinking this, I raised my uninjured right hand and pointed at the floor.

The man was momentarily stunned and reflexively looked in the direction I was pointing.

"What?"

"This is a hospital—no smoking allowed!"

I pouted.

If you won’t let me smoke, then you can’t either!

The corner of the man’s eye twitched.

He reached out, tossed the cigarette—which he’d barely taken a couple puffs of—onto the floor, and ground it out with his foot.

He was clearly fuming.

"Hu..."

The man exhaled heavily, suppressing his anger.

Only then did he say, "No matter what, it already happened. He didn’t have much family, nor any money. I’ve already paid for a burial plot for him. He’ll be laid to rest in a few days. That’s the least I could do, considering you liked him. You just focus on recovering. I have a meeting this afternoon."

With that, the man no longer planned to engage with his 'daughter'.

He turned and headed toward the door, but paused just as he reached it.

Then he turned back to look at me.

"If there's anything you want, I’ll bring it next time."

Want?

What would I want?

Honestly, I’d love that four-million-yuan cosmic stellar tourbillon watch on your wrist.

Would you give me that?

Wait... no, how long was I unconscious?

"I... how many days was I unconscious??"

The man looked at me.

"Three days."

What the hell!

Three days?!

Suddenly remembering something, I raised my head to look at the man.

"I want..."