That afternoon, Zhao Nan walked into the Weihan Antique Store. As soon as he entered the door, he heard the bells jingling. It turned out that the squirrel was squatting on the bell, swinging like a swing.

Ye Xian's voice came from the inner room: "Be honest, be careful when you peel your skin as a wrist guard like this."

Zhao Nan glanced at the little squirrel Dunzi, and a few traces of cunning slipped through his black bean-like little eyes. He took out a peanut from his cheek bag, held it with both hands and handed it to Zhao Nan. Zhao Nan grinned disgustedly: "It's all your saliva, so it's so dirty."

Dunzi was a little injured, so he lowered his head and jumped to the cabinet on the side, holding the peanuts and ate it with a delicious taste.

Zhao Nan touched its head and thought that the world of animals was the simplest. Apart from eating and mate, there was nothing to bother with.

He leaned his head to look at the inner room, but found that the curtains inside were all pulled up, black, with only a candle lit. The candlelight kept jumping on the screen, and two shadows could be seen on the screen. One was clearer and it was obviously Ye Xian, while the other was blurry as if it was surrounded by a fog and faintly, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any time. Zhao Nan was shocked: That was not a person.

It was not a person, but it was also a human form, because it was a soul.

"You are Meng Meilan?" Ye Xian frowned slightly, and looked at the soul that he came to the door curiously.

"Yes, I am Meng Meilan, my husband is Lin Haiyang, the editor-in-chief of Pujiang Evening News,"

The ghost's voice was very low, as if it was a sigh that slipped through the heart.

"You come to me, probably because Song Wen has already known about the fact that he framed Lin Haiyang."

"There is no false accusation. I was really killed by Lin Haiyang."

Ye Xian in the room and Zhao Nan outside were both stunned. What's going on?

"What Song Wen said is true? Did he really pursue you back then?"

Hearing Ye Xian asks this, Zhao Nan excitedly presses against the door and listens carefully.

"Yes, he and Lin Haiyang are both students of my father. They also had a good impression of me back then. I was young at that time. I only saw Lin Haiyang tall and handsome, and would make me happy. I was humorous and generous, so I chose him. Song Wen should be considered a good person, but he was narrow-minded. For this reason, he didn't say a word at our wedding and kept drinking, almost making a fool of himself. Lin Haiyang was very angry."

Ye Xian sighed: "I thought Song Wen was a vulgar villain, and every sentence was fake, just to frame Lin Haiyang. I didn't expect that there would be a truth, and people's hearts are really complicated."

The ghost sighed, "Miss Ye said very much, that is Lin Haiyang pursues me and takes care of me in every way. I lost my mother since I was a child. My father was obsessed with research and had no time to care about it. I was young at that time, and I only felt that with Lin Haiyang, there would be a whole world. I was happy. But I didn't expect that... he always had someone in his heart. He married me just because I was Professor Meng's daughter. My father has been in St. John for more than 20 years, and he has many students in the cultural world. As long as he married me, he would have a great future waiting for him. After Song Wen failed to pursue me, he married the daughter of a small grocery store owner. He is not very good at speaking and has no courage. His wife is a vulgar woman. He has never recovered from then on. He has been trembling in the shadow of Lin Haiyang for more than ten years, which is also very pitiful."

Ye Xian couldn't help but sneer: "He is very pitiful? Isn't Miss Fan even more pitiful? What did she do wrong? Just because she was an old virgin coveting a man she shouldn't have coveted, she sarcastically mocked Song Wen a few more words. Song Wen refuted and scolded him a few words, but he could spend money to buy the murderer to insult Miss Fan and Miss Meng, a pitiful person must have something hateful."

"Is there such a thing? I have been wandering around my house since I died. Because of this obsession, I have been unable to leave. I only know that Song Wen is going to seek revenge on Lin Haiyang, and I don't know that he has done this. I know that Miss Fan, I am not much younger than me, have an average appearance and a good personality. Of course, this is not the reason why she was insulted. Everyone is a woman, and I can understand Miss Ye's anger."

"What am I angry about? What does she have to do with me?"

Ye Xian was still stubborn.

The ghost burst into laughter: "I have been wandering in the Yin-Yang Realm for two years. Although I have no magic power, I have seen something. I have heard other wandering souls talk about Miss Ye, and they all say that you are cold-faced and warm-hearted, and you are a good person."

A chuckle came from outside the room, and Ye Xian glared outside in anger. The ghost was a little scared, curled up in a ball, and kept shaking.

"It's okay, it's my guy. He knows everything and can see you. You don't have to be afraid."

Ye Xian whispered to comfort her.

The ghost calmed down and covered his chest and said, "I have a heart disease. Once I get frightened and stimulated, it's easy to do this. Miss Ye laughed."

"I checked your death record, it said that it was a heart attack. You suffered from congenital heart disease. If that's the case, why did you say that Lin Haiyang killed you?"

"Yes, I was born with heart disease. This is my mother's family genetic problem. My mother was not suitable for pregnancy and having children. She gave birth to me desperately and died before she was confinement. Fortunately, science is developing. When I was in my teens, my father took me to Japan for heart surgery. My condition was greatly relieved. As long as I take the medicine on time and don't be stimulated, I can survive."

"You mean someone stimulated you and tampered with your medicine?"

Ye Xian keenly noticed something in her words.

"Yes, that person is Lin Haiyang. After entering the Pujiang Evening News, he gradually rose with my father's prestige. At a dance, he met President Shi's daughter Shi Cuiping. The Shi family is a cultural family and has newspapers in Peking and Tianjin. If they develop in the press, they will naturally become successful if they get on the Shi family."

Ye Xian sighed that it is a typical story of relying on women to climb up. It seems that every step Lin Haiyang takes is carefully planned, and uses women to achieve his goals step by step. Of course, Lin Haiyang himself is not a mediocre person, but just lacks the opportunity to show off.

"He doesn't love Miss Stone either, he just uses her, just like using me. We are his stepping stones and his chance."

The ghost seemed to see through Ye Xian's thoughts, and his words were sarcastic: "Ms. Shi thought I was the biggest obstacle to her marriage with Lin Haiyang, and came up with various ways to target me. At first, he sent me a cat and a mouse to death, but later he came to my house to show off with me, which stimulated me. She thought that if I was angry, she would get Lin Haiyang and sit firmly on the throne of Mrs. Lin. However, after I died for two years, Lin Haiyang still did not marry her."

"Ah, you said just now that Lin Haiyang still has someone else in his heart!" Ye Xian asked, "Who is that person?"

"That's someone else's wife. Haha, to put it bluntly, he is actually a little wife of Qiu Ba. Miss Ye, now you know why Lin Haiyang has to rely on women to climb to the upper class, right? In fact, it's just to look at that woman more."

The voice of the ghost began to become shrill. It was obvious that she was not a qualified ghost. She had seven emotions and six desires, and would be sad and angry for the man who killed her.

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