My Ceo Husband is Sworn Enemy

Actually, I can’t quite put my finger on why, but I get along with him really well and we hit it off.

There’s no sense of restraint when I talk to him.

And because of that, I agreed to his dinner invitation.

Evening.

Jiang Jing and I were living together at the villa on Beilu Hill.

I had gotten used to living there and didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary.

But Jiang Jing, who during the day swore up and down that she wasn’t afraid, that she was a materialist and didn’t believe in ghosts and spirits,

started acting off as soon as the sun set and darkness fell.

She first expressed her puzzlement about the urn on the living room altar,

“Ayun, you really don’t have to keep this thing. It gives me the creeps.”

I comforted her,

“Actually, people are scarier than ghosts. Ghosts don’t have a physical form; they can’t hurt you.”

“Oh…”

Jiang Jing then went to the kitchen and soon came back out.

“Forget it, forget it!”

“What’s up, what did you want to do?”

“I thought about cooking something to eat, but there always seems to be something moving outside the window… It’s quite frightening!”

“Really? Let me take a look!”

The kitchen window actually faced the backyard garden, which was planted with greenery. I walked over to the window and took a look.

It turned out that the clothes from the day had been forgotten and were blown onto a sapling by the wind; and now with a slight breeze, they were gently swaying on the branches.

I brought the clothes back inside,

“It’s just a white jacket, what’s there to be scared of?”

“Uh, okay then!”

Jiang Jing helplessly spread her hands,

“Maybe I’m just too sensitive! Look at me, making a fool of myself, how embarrassing.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, just stay in the bedroom. Just tell me what you’d like to eat, I can make it for you.”

“Ah, I won’t eat, no need to trouble you!”

“No trouble at all. I actually still have some instant noodles here, do you want some?”

“Uh, okay then!”

When Jiang Jing agreed, she seemed distracted and stopped glancing outside the window.

So, I took a pack of instant noodles and prepared them.

Actually, I don’t usually eat at home. Sometimes, I’d rather go hungry than bother cooking something.

This place is rather far from the city center and supermarkets, so I didn’t stock up on any other food except instant noodles.

Once the water came to a boil, I unpacked the instant noodles and put them in, only then remembering there might be a bottle of sauce or something in the fridge.

When I opened the fridge door, I was shocked.

What was an empty fridge, was now packed with various food items, and, moreover, these items were sorted and packed in sealed containers, each labeled with a date.

There was beef, eggs, greens, and some fresh fruits.

Huh?

Where did all this food come from?

I looked at the dates; most were recent, mostly from yesterday, and the produce all came from nearby eco-friendly, pollution-free green farms.

Very healthy ingredients.

I thought hard about it, could it have been Wenya and Su Peisheng who put them here?

Never mind that for now, I took out the eggs and beef, chopped them up and threw them into the pot to cook with the instant noodles.

Jiang Jing was supposed to be in the bedroom, but after less than three minutes, she ran to the kitchen and then just sat there scrolling on her phone, not daring to leave my side.

I shrugged helplessly,

“I know, you wanted to keep me company. But it would have been better if you hadn’t come; your presence actually made me more scared.”

“Okay okay, sorry sorry, I’m just a coward, alright, it’s all good now. Having someone with you is always better than being alone. I’m not afraid of ghosts; it’s people I fear, you know. In such a deserted place, you’d be in trouble if some bad guy showed up. Two people can look out for each other.”

I shook my head and dished out the cooked noodles into a bowl and placed it in front of her,

“There, eat up!”

“Why is there only one bowl?”

“Just eat!”

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“I’m not hungry, you eat slowly, I’m going to take a shower!”

“Oh, okay then!”

Jian Jing picked up the chopsticks and began eating the noodles, while I headed to the shower.

I had only been showering for a bit when there was a rapid knocking at the door.

I quickly wrapped a towel around myself, opened the door, and there stood Jian Jing, looking panicked and with eyes full of plea for help.

“What’s wrong, is there someone outside?”

“No, I just suddenly felt like taking a shower too!”

“You!!”

Seeing Jian Jing like this, I was both annoyed and amused.

“Stay out there, I’m not finished yet!”

“Alright, alright, just don’t lock the door, okay… ”

In order to comfort the timid Jian Jing, I could only shower with the door ajar.

After I had finished, Jian Jing finally jumped in to take her shower, but this woman ran out halfway through, claiming there was something in the bathroom touching her.

Seeing her scared little ghost demeanor, I just shook my head.

The next morning, as soon as it got light, I urged her to move out quickly.

“You’re not suited for this place, don’t force yourself.”

Jian Jing sat on the bed, yawning, with very obvious dark circles under her eyes.

“It’s not a bother; actually, I quite like it here…”

Indeed, although Jian Jing seemed very timid at first, afraid of this and that,

by the second day, she went to the temple on the hill and got a blessed amulet to wear around her neck. After that, she became much braver and stopped being so paranoid about ghosts.

Strangely enough, ever since Jian Jing moved in, I haven’t dreamt about Gu Yuanzhou again, not even when I was drunk did I see Gu Yuanzhou’s ghost.

I began to seriously consider that maybe the presence of Gu Yuanzhou I saw before was just an illusion of mine.

Time quickly came for my next meeting with Lin Nansheng.

This time, the place he asked to meet was a golf course.

He was wearing a red sports outfit, looking refreshed and vigorous. Although he was over fifty, with a handsome and sharp look, he still retained the composure and charm of a middle-aged man in the workplace.

I have to admit, Lin Nansheng must have been a very charming man in his youth.

“Director Lin, hello!”

I greeted him with a smile.

He shook my hand and patted my shoulder,

“No need to be so formal, just call me Uncle Lin.”

“Uncle Lin, hello…”

“Do you play golf? How about a friendly game?”

“I know a little, not much… please be gentle, Uncle Lin.”

“You’re good with words, a smart and sensible girl! Let’s play!”

At that moment, at eight in the morning, the green grass was still glittering with dewdrops on its tips.

His agile figure was as full of life as the morning sun.

I felt a distinctly unfriendly gaze behind me, like a thorn in my back. I turned slowly, only to see an unexpected figure.