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My Tenant is a Female Ghost
Bai Zhuo woke up from a deep sleep, glancing at the clock to find it was already past nine. It suddenly struck him that a lovely young girl had moved into his large courtyard. His heart raced—could this be the story of a landlord and his charming tenant? He rubbed his face, feeling more awake. "Huh? Where are my glasses?" Bai Zhuo noticed they were missing.
"Big brother, I accidentally broke your glasses. I'm sorry," a boy named Cao Xin appeared out of nowhere, speaking softly. After a night filled with abundant Spiritual Energy, the boy seemed much more lively—after all, getting a ghost to apologize was almost unheard of. Yet Bai Zhuo managed to do just that.
Bai Zhuo looked at the glasses in Cao Xin's hands; the lenses were shattered, leaving only the frame intact. "It's fine, it's just a pair of plain glasses. I can manage without them." Indeed, they were merely ordinary prescription glasses, albeit soaked in Black Dog Blood and Rootless Water, making them somewhat special. Replacing them would be easy. Their purpose was to help Bai Zhuo distinguish between ghosts and humans.
The Bai Family was considered a declining Yin-Yang Family, and Bai Zhuo was the last descendant. Since birth, he could see things not belonging to the human realm and even touch them. However, because he sometimes couldn't tell whether something was human or ghostly, he often found himself in awkward situations that left others feeling uneasy. The early death of his parents contributed to his reclusive personality and lack of friends. It wasn't until a few years ago that he delved into numerous ancient texts and combined them with modern knowledge to find a solution; those glasses were the answer. As long as he wore them, he wouldn't react when looking at ordinary people, but when gazing at other entities, they would appear outlined in a blood-red hue.
He asked, "How did you end up in my room?"
"This morning, a big sister came by; she was so scary that I ran here and accidentally broke your glasses."
"Scary?" Bai Zhuo couldn't understand how a ghost could be frightened by such a delicate beauty. He shook his head and laughed, "Well, you should be prepared; she'll be living here temporarily just like you." Cao Xin nodded vigorously in agreement.
After washing up, Bai Zhuo found the beautiful girl's room. He knocked on the door, and when she opened it, he thought to himself how stunning she was! In his mind, she deserved a score of ninety-eight; ninety-nine points were reserved for his future wife, while one hundred belonged to his mother.
"Good morning, beautiful! I'm the landlord; my name is Bai Zhuo."
The girl smiled brightly at him. "Hello, Young Master Bai! My name is Lin Yao Yao!"
Young Master? This beauty had an appreciation for traditional culture; how charming.
"Haha, Lin Yao Yao, nice to meet you! Let's draft a contract and settle the deposit and rent; then we'll be neighbors." Bai Zhuo pulled out a piece of yellow paper covered in crooked handwriting—his self-drafted contract with neatly written clauses.
Lin Yao Yao was not very tall; she only reached Bai Zhuo's nose. She took the contract from him and tilted her head to examine it for a moment before signing her name in traditional characters.
"The beauty is very literary and her handwriting is elegant." Lin Yao Yao pursed her lips and smiled, took out a stack of Mao Zedong's sheets, ordered forty sheets to him, "Let's rent it for three months first, and I'll rent it if it suits me." Renew the contract." It was fun to chat with the beauty, Bai Zhuo said simply and without counting the money, "Please take care of me!" "Thank you for your advice." With money, there is a beautiful tenant in the house, Bai. Zhuo was in high spirits, turned around and walked away. Lin Yao Yao thought this young man was interesting, put away the contract, suddenly frowned, and exclaimed: "Ah, I forgot that the two counterfeit bills are still inside!" Bai Zhuo spent three hundred yuan to buy one A pair of plain glasses, still the same style of glasses frame as before. With these glasses on his originally unattractive face, he looked even more old-fashioned. "I have to go to the orphanage. I don't know what the situation is like in the orphanage." He said to himself. It wasn't until he left that the Boss of the optical shop discovered that one of the money collected turned out to be - Ghost Money! Boss was heartbroken, cursed secretly, threw away this Ghost Money, and closed the shop with a curse. Good Baby Orphanage, it’s a bit far, it takes two hours by bus. I got to know the orphanage after Bai Zhuo accidentally saw the director’s post on the Internet. At that time, the dean and a dozen children in the orphanage were all having the same nightmare for five or six consecutive years. The dean and her mother were so exhausted that they couldn't hire eminent monks or Taoist priests, so they had to seek help online. , Bai Zhuo decided to help free of charge after seeing it, and successfully solved the problems of the dean and the children. After that, the dean’s mother called Bai Zhuo every weekend to express her condolences. Over time, Bai Zhuo became a frequent visitor to the orphanage. Speaking of "dean", people will inevitably think of a bald wise old man or an old white-haired old lady, but the dean of Good Baby Orphanage is different. This dean is only 29 years old and is a divorced man. A beautiful young woman, time has not left any traces on her face. At that time, Bai Zhuo still called him beautiful, but it was a big joke. "Eh? Bai, you came just in time!" "Ouyang Dean? Are you going out?" Bai Zhuo looked at Ouyang Dean carrying his bag and pushing the battery car out, looking unhappy. , and a little rushed. Ouyang Dean: "Yes, I was afraid that my mother would be too busy. You happened to be here, so just stay in the courtyard to eat tonight. I will go out and do some errands and then come back." After that, she rode away on the battery car. . Bai Zhuo is very happy, because Ouyang Dean really treats him as one of his own, a bit like a relative, like, younger brother? "Master Bai, you're here! These ghosts are trying to catch the chicken, but I'm exhausted." Ouyang Dean's mother beat her back and smiled bitterly. "Auntie, please rest for a while and let me take care of these brats!"
As soon as the group of kids saw Bai Zhuo arrive, they shouted "The Wolf Is Coming!" and scattered in all directions, leaving only a slightly older boy and girl behind. "Hello, Uncle Bai!" they said in unison.
"You two should call me Brother!" Bai Zhuo pretended to be angry.
The boy, being more honest, replied, "Sister is pretty, and Uncle Bai looks quite old." Indeed, with his glasses and a thick stubble, Bai Zhuo appeared older than Ouyang Dean had just moments ago.
Bai Zhuo set down the fruits he had just bought and, with a darkened face, pretended to be the big bad wolf. "Roar! The Wolf Is Coming!" The girl was quick-witted and turned to run. The boy quickly followed suit, shouting, "Jia, wait for me!" Bai Zhuo took off after them, catching the boy and pinning him down for a playful "beating." After finishing with him, he continued his search for the next target.
Once the kids had their fill of fun, some fell asleep in the dormitory while the rest rushed over to grab some fruit. Carefree and innocent, they were just like any other children, except for the absence of their parents.
Ouyang Dean's mother sat beside Bai Zhuo, taking a bite of an apple. "Children are wonderful; they are so carefree. You must be Master Bai?" She introduced herself as Qin Zhu, a local resident who had lost her husband and raised Ouyang Shirei—Ouyang Dean—on her own. She was a truly admirable mother.
Bai Zhuo smiled wryly. "Auntie, please don’t call me Master Bai. Just call me Bai; I can’t bear such a title."
"You deserve it! If it weren't for you, our orphanage would have closed down long ago. These ten or so children would have nowhere to go, and who knows what their futures would hold?" Qin Zhu said with a sigh as she held Bai Zhuo's hand warmly.
Bai Zhuo asked, "I just saw the director leave; did she have something urgent?"
"Oh, her? Besides her ex-husband's issues, what else could it be? I’ve told her countless times that if she let it go, everything would be fine."
Bai Zhuo had heard Qin Zhu rant about this before. When Ouyang Shirei was twenty-five, she had met her ex-husband through an arranged marriage. They fell in love at first sight and rushed into marriage against her mother's advice. Eventually unable to tolerate her husband's shameless behavior, she divorced him. What surprised Bai Zhuo was that the man still clung to Ouyang Shirei even now.
Qin Zhu looked up at the darkening sky filled with clouds. "Master Bai, why don’t you stay for dinner tonight? You can rest for a bit while I prepare the meal."
Bai Zhuo nodded and lay back on a chair under the eaves, lost in thought until he unknowingly drifted off to sleep.
Time passed, and Bai Zhuo felt an itch on his face. When he opened his eyes, he was startled to see a few kids who quickly dropped their brushes and ran away. At that moment, Ouyang Shirei came out from the back room, saying, "Bai, come eat... Pfft..." Ouyang Shirei covered her mouth and burst into laughter. Bai Zhuo quickly realized what had happened and rushed to the bathroom. Soon after, a scream echoed from within.
At the dining table, several boys sat there looking aggrieved as they picked at their food. Bai Zhuo had a dark expression on his face, with one eye swollen and the other resembling a panda's eye. His red sausage-like lips, combined with a pig-like nose in the middle, made Ouyang Shirei laugh so hard she could barely eat. Bai Zhuo shot her a glare and pointed at the kids across the round table. "You, you, you, and you—tonight you all wash the dishes, or else I'll spank you."
Ouyang Shirei stifled her laughter. "Alright, the kids have apologized to you; don't be angry anymore. My makeup remover just ran out; I'll go buy a couple of bottles later so you can wash that off." Indeed, those masterpieces on Bai Zhuo's face were drawn by those little "offenders" using makeup pens—impossible to wash off!
After Ouyang Shirei bought the makeup remover and Bai Zhuo washed off his "makeup," a loud rumble filled the air, accompanied by flashes of lightning and booming thunder as heavy rain poured down.
The orphanage dormitory started leaking, soaking four beds. The rain was quite heavy and continued until around eight or nine o'clock, showing no signs of letting up. It seemed that those four beds would be uninhabitable for the night.
With over a dozen kids plus Qin Zhu all settled in, Bai Zhuo prepared to say goodbye and head home. However, with such heavy rain falling, how could Qin Zhu and Ouyang Shirei let Bai Zhuo go back alone? The orphanage was in a remote area; there were no buses running, and taking a taxi was inconvenient. Thus, Bai Zhuo was left behind. But then came the problem: there was only Ouyang Shirei's room left available. Just as Bai Zhuo thought he would take care of the kids that night, Qin Zhu's words caused both him and Ouyang Shirei to turn beet red. Qin Zhu said, "The children can't sleep well and need someone to watch them. Master Bai is our esteemed guest; we can't neglect you. Shirui, tonight you'll have to share a room with Master Bai." With that, Qin Zhu shooed Bai Zhuo and Ouyang Shirei out of the dormitory and closed the door behind them.
Bai Zhuo was at a loss for what to do and tentatively asked, "Should I sleep on the floor?" To his surprise, Ouyang Shirei blushed deeply and stammered, "What? You really want to share a room with me?" Bai Zhuo was taken aback, realizing he had been too forward with such a beautiful woman. He scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Then I'll just sleep in the cafeteria."
"Sleep where? In the cafeteria?" Ouyang Shirei snapped back angrily. Bai Zhuo was stunned; did she expect him to sleep in the bathroom? He lowered his head and said, "Then I might as well go home."
"Go home? No way! Come on; let's go to my room."
"Huh?" Bai Zhuo exclaimed in confusion, completely unable to grasp what the director was thinking.
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