Lord Wei’s Fiancee is a Mystic Arts Expert

Chapter 3: Prank

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The person who fell into the lake was Miss Wen Rou. She was dressed in a bright red princess dress, flirtatious and flamboyant. Her brown curly hair stuck tightly to her face, but the expression on her face was so calm. It was as if the smile Yu Yanhui had seen just now was just a blur. Generally speaking, drowning people’s expressions were very ferocious and terrifying, but Wen Rou was the opposite. When she was fished ashore, Wen Rou was no longer breathing.

Yu Yanhui cried out on the spot, but no tears fell. She seemed to be too sad and could not stand steadily. She needed the help of a servant to barely stand.

Ah Fu, who was standing at the side, had long lost his footing. He was the first to discover that First Miss had drowned in the lake. He did not forget the terrifying feeling when he grabbed First Miss’ hair. Those hairs seemed to be still moving, as if they wanted to pull him into the lake. Just as the older generation said, people who died in the water always liked to pull people to accompany them.

He could not help but slap himself. Why did he have to fish out the thing in the lake? It was as if a ghost had covered his eyes at that time. He only had one thought in his mind, and that was to fish out the handkerchief in the water. “Miss, please don’t blame me. I didn’t harm you. Every injustice has its perpetrator and every debt has its debtor. Please find the person who harmed you.”

“Ah Fu, what nonsense are you talking about? Aren’t you going off?” Ah Fu’s voice was a little loud, and the butler could not help but stop him. The butler saw that Yu Yanhui, who was still crying, had quietened down because of Ah Fu’s words. She only looked at Ah Fu with a faint anger on her face.

After being stopped by the butler, Ah Fu could not help but look at First Miss. He realized that First Miss’s expression seemed to have changed. The corners of her mouth curled up strangely, and a faint smile appeared on her pale face. Her originally blue lips actually turned red in the blink of an eye, as if they were stained with… blood. No, that was impossible. When he picked her up just now, there was clearly no expression on her face. He stretched out his hand and pointed in Wen Rou’s direction. He wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, he was pushed away by the other servants.

Yu Yanhui took out a handkerchief and pressed the corner of her eyes, but there were no tears in her eyes. She seemed to be suppressing her grief. In a low voice, she ordered someone to immediately buy a coffin and place Wen Rou in the back hall. She would wait for the head of the Wen family, Wen Rou’s biological father, to return before making a decision.

When she turned around, she saw that half of the flower bed had been cleared. Some roses that were in full bloom had been shoveled up and thrown aside, with dust piled up on them. Some roses that had not been shoveled up in time were still emitting the fragrance of flowers. Upon closer inspection, she realized that these roses were even redder than usual, as if they were stained with blood. Under the sunlight, the dewdrops rolling on the petals were also dyed red.

Just as she was about to get someone to continue scooping up the roses, a commotion broke out outside the Wen residence. It turned out that a group of reporters had gathered outside the Wen residence, claiming that they wanted to interview the truth behind the Wen Rou’s drowning. The death of the eldest daughter of the Wen family was definitely big news.

With a sorrowful expression, Yu Yanhui dealt with the reporters outside the Wen Residence. She had been busy for the entire day. It was time for her to rest and catch up on her beauty sleep.

Yu Yanhui reached out and lifted the duvet, only to see something sparkling beside the pillow. She picked it up and saw that it was a hair clip. It was a custom-made hair clip. It was a bright red butterfly hair clip with a circle of diamonds inlaid on it, making it even more dazzling under the light. Needless to say, her daughter, Wen Qing, must have left it in her room. She would put it back tomorrow.

But the coldness on the hairpin made her feel like she was holding ice. She was a little more awake. No, other than Wen Qing, there was another person who had such a hairpin. She slowly turned the hairpin over and carefully looked at the back of the hairpin. She saw that the letter R was engraved on the back.

Her hand trembled, and the hair clip fell to the ground with a thud. It was especially loud in the quiet bedroom. This R represented the abbreviation of Wen Rou’s name. Wen Wen had bought this hair clip for the two sisters. In order to distinguish them, he had specially engraved the abbreviation of their names behind the hair clip.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the hairpin that had fallen to the ground. The cold temperature of the hairpin was still lingering in her hand. No, Wen Rou was dead. She was dead. Someone must have wanted to scare her so she would give herself away. She forced herself to calm down.

After calming down, she immediately rushed to the door, pulled it open, and ordered the servants to burn the hair clip immediately. It was bad luck to use something used by the dead. She did not believe that a dead Wen Rou could cause any trouble.

As soon as the interlude ended, she lifted the duvet again and wanted to fall asleep quietly.

When the morning sun appeared on the windowsill, Yu Yanhui slowly opened her eyes. A pale green under her eyes gradually surfaced. She did not sleep well last night and kept dreaming that someone was chasing her, but she could not see that person’s appearance. She sighed and got up. There would be reporters visiting today, so she had to be extremely energetic to deal with them.

For three consecutive days, Yu Yanhui found it harder and harder to fall asleep. Moreover, every night, all kinds of things would appear beside her pillow. The first night was a hair clip, the second night was a bracelet, and the third night was a doll. After Yu Yanhui’s analysis, she believed that someone was playing a prank because these things were all Wen Rou’s relics. Someone was definitely deliberately trying to slander her so that they could create bigger news. She ordered someone to burn everything that appeared beside her pillow in front of Wen Rou’s photo. She even locked the bedroom door and brought the key with her.

However, this prank was not over. On the fourth night, a pair of socks appeared. On the fifth night, a pair of wet shoes appeared. There was also a row of wet footprints in the bedroom, which seemed to have come from the shoes. On the sixth night, a red princess dress appeared. The dress was originally hanging in the wardrobe in Wen Rou’s room. Even though Yu Yanhui had sent many people to guard the bedroom at all times, they were still unable to catch this prankster.

Other than the things that appeared next to her pillow, the sound of people walking back and forth in the toilet could be heard for no reason. When Yu Yanhui walked into the toilet, the sound suddenly disappeared as if it had never happened. Her appearance became more and more unsightly. She could not fall asleep every night and could only barely fall asleep after finding a doctor to give her a prescription. The foundation on her face also became thicker and thicker, barely covering the dark circles under her eyes.

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For the past few days, Feng Nian had been paying attention to the Wen family’s news. Other than the news of Wen Rou drowning, there was no other news. She really did not know if the Wen family had suppressed the news or if the Wen family’s reaction was too slow and did not realize that the Wen household had been targeted by the evil spirits.

Forget it. In any case, the Wen family will definitely go to her for help in a few days. Feng Nian had this confidence. Previously, she had helped the Wen family’s butler. That butler had complete trust in her. In addition, the Wen family did not want this matter to be known by more people. She, who was unknown in the Zun City, was the best choice.

As Feng Nian thought about how to earn next month’s living expenses, she opened another cup of instant noodles. Three minutes later, the female ghost appeared in front of Feng Nian again.

Sighing softly, she used her chopsticks to pick up some instant noodles and placed them on a plate. She pushed them in front of the female ghost as a thank you for looking after the house for her.

The female ghost glanced at the instant noodles on the plate and asked Feng Nian with her eyes. The last time Feng Nian had grabbed her collar and thrown her out of the room, it had already been a little afraid of Feng Nian. It no longer dared to casually show its terrifying appearance.

Feng Nian nodded and gestured for the female ghost to try it. “Eat it. That’s all you get.” She could not help but hold the bowl of instant noodles in front of her tightly and ate it faster. She did not expect that she would one day be reduced to fighting with ghosts for instant noodles.

After the female ghost smelled the instant noodles on the plate, she disappeared in front of Feng Nian in satisfaction. She hid in a corner to savor the taste of the instant noodles.