My God of Wealth is a Short-lived Ghost

At this time, two assassins suddenly broke into the third floor where Wan Sutong was. Wan Sutong frowned slightly and then transformed into a long whip. Seeing this, the assassin on the left drew out a short knife and quickly stabbed Wan Sutong.

Wan Sutong quickly dodged the first knife, and kicked the assassin down with a side flip. Then he quickly swung the long whip and wrapped it around the neck of another assassin. The fallen assassin quickly stood up and ran straight towards Wan Sutong.

Seeing this, Wan Sutong swung her long whip hard and threw the man out of the window. She did not dare to hesitate and turned around quickly to fight with the assassin who stood up again. Not long after, Wan Sutong jumped up and the long whip in her hand turned into a long knife. She quickly stepped forward and stabbed the long knife straight into the assassin's heart.

Wan Sutong was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but the person who was thrown out of the window just now actually climbed in through the window and threw a dagger in Wan Sutong's direction.

"Host, be careful behind you!" Even if the system reminded her, she had no time to turn around. Just when she thought she was about to die, she fell into a warm embrace. A moment later, she heard the assassin screaming in fear, "Ah!" and then fell from the third floor.

Wan Sutong opened her eyes in confusion and saw the man wearing a silver cloak with a strand of silver hair on his chest. She raised her head and moved her eyes upwards cautiously, but the next moment she met a pair of blue pupils and a face that she was very familiar with. Her pupils suddenly shrank and she said in disbelief, "Jinghua! Is it really you?"

Zhao Jinghua's eyes were filled with reluctance at this moment. He raised his hand to brush away the messy hair on Wan Sutong's forehead, nodded slightly, and did not answer.

Wan Sutong hugged Zhao Jinghua's waist excitedly, her voice tinged with tears, "You came back to see me, right? Please don't leave." Zhao Jinghua stroked her back gently without saying a word.

Wan Sutong looked up at Zhao Jinghua again, "Jinghua... why don't you speak?" Zhao Jinghua shook his head with regret in his eyes, as if he had a thousand words to say, but they just turned into a tender smile.

Wan Sutong came back to her senses at this moment. Zhao Jinghua had no heartbeat and his figure was gradually disappearing. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at Zhao Jinghua blankly. “Jinghua…thank you.”

Zhao Jinghua raised his hand to wipe away her tears, which turned into starlight and returned to Wan Sutong's spiritual sea. "Jinghua!" Wan Sutong began to search the house in a panic. Seeing this, 0533 hurriedly said, "Host, Zhao Jinghua's soul should be in the jade pendant that cannot be exchanged for points."

Wan Sutong quickly took out the wooden box containing the jade pendant from the Spirit Sea.

After opening the wooden box, she held the jade pendant in her palm. The moment she closed her eyes, she suddenly realized that there was also a slightly smaller wooden box in the jade pendant. Wan Sutong frowned slightly and placed the jade pendant on the table. Then she used her spiritual power to take out the wooden box from the jade pendant.

When she opened the wooden box, she found a white jade hairpin inside, and under the hairpin was a folded piece of rice paper. Wan Sutong put the wooden box on the table and unfolded the rice paper. She saw a love poem written on it, "I am lucky to meet you. You are like white jade in my heart. I do not ask to grow old with you, but I only hope that you will know that we will not get tired of each other." After reading this poem, Wan Sutong's brain exploded with a buzzing sound, and she recalled the conversation she had with Zhao Jinghua, "Why did your highness give me white jade?" In her memory, Zhao Jinghua was obviously stunned for a moment, "Nothing, I just think Miss Sutong and white jade are a good match." At this moment, she finally knew why Zhao Jinghua was stunned at the time.

"So Jinghua thought I would find out that this is not an ordinary jade pendant, and I would also see the hairpin and... the love poem he gave me." Wan Sutong said in a bewildered tone. After a moment, she closed her eyes and calmed her mind, put all the things into her spiritual sea, and then came to the door of Feng Ming on the second floor and knocked on the door.

After a while, Feng Ming slowly opened the door. She looked at Wan Sutong sleepily, "What's wrong, sister? You didn't leave?"

Wan Sutong sighed and said, "Cousin, please help me deal with the assassin upstairs."

Feng Ming was no longer sleepy when he heard this. He raised his hands and held Wan Sutong's shoulders with both hands. "What did you say? Assassin! You are not hurt!"

Wan Sutong shook her head and did not tell her about Zhao Jinghua. "I'm not injured. There is another one outside my window. That direction should be the backyard."

Feng Ming breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his hand. "Let me take you home. It's late at night. Your aunt must be worried."

Wan Sutong sneered helplessly, "It's okay, your cultivation is not as high as mine. I'm leaving now, and I'll leave the aftermath to you." After that, he turned and went downstairs, only to see 0533 waved to Feng Ming and 0610 and followed Wan Sutong away.

Feng Ming sighed and looked at 0610, "Have you noticed that my sister seems to have grown up suddenly?"

0610 nodded. "Yes, it feels strangely familiar."

Feng Ming shook his head slightly, then walked towards Su'er's room and knocked on the door. "Su'er, stop looking at the account book and come with me to deal with something."

Su Er inside the house quickly responded, "I'm coming," and soon after she pushed the door open and walked out, "What's wrong, Mom?"

Feng Ming sighed and turned to the stairs. "Next time the boss comes, send a stronger girl to guard you."

Su'er was about to ask what was wrong, but when she followed Feng Ming up to the third floor, she saw that the door of the room on the third floor was open, and there was a man in night clothes lying in the room. "Oh, Su'er understands."

Feng Ming walked into the house and came to the open window and looked down. Sure enough, there was a person lying in the backyard. "Fortunately, the boss is good at fighting. If something really happened, the boss would probably scold me in my dreams."

Su Er smiled sadly after hearing this, "I remember the previous boss had a very gentle temper?"

Feng Ming sighed heavily and looked carefully to see if there were any tattoos on the assassin's body. "Oh... you don't know, she is the apple of the eye of the former boss. The former boss has paved the way for her step by step. If something really happens in Feng Ming Building, it would be a small thing to blame me, but it would be good enough if I am not killed."

Su Er was very shocked after hearing this, "No wonder Fengming Tower was handed over to the Dong family."

At this time, Feng Ming saw an inch-long auspicious cloud tattoo on the man's collarbone. "Fuck, this Ninth Prince is still restless even after being sent to the cold palace."

Su Er frowned slightly. "The Ninth Prince doesn't think that the former master is not dead, right?"

Feng Ming shook his head and said, "I don't know. Let's go and carry him out and throw him away. I don't know if the one in the backyard is dead or alive. We'll talk about it later." After that, the two of them carried the body along the path and threw the man into the mass grave.

At this time, Wan Sutong had already returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion. She leaned in Su Qinghui's arms, holding the puppet representing Zhao Jinghua that she bought on the Qiqiao Festival, crying and laughing, which made Su Qinghui feel very uncomfortable. Then Su Qinghui looked at Wan Yanzhong who was sitting on a wooden chair and carefully observing Wan Sutong. "I will sleep with Tongtong today, you go to bed early." After saying that, he hugged Wan Sutong and walked out of his room. Seeing this, Luo Lin followed him.

Wan Yanzhong stood up with a wronged look on his face and wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words back.

On the way back to the boudoir, Su Qinghui gently stroked Wan Sutong's back and said, "Tongtong, birth, aging, sickness and death are all common things. Besides, he has paved the way for you. You have to move forward to make him feel at ease, right?"

Wan Sutong nodded numbly, "I know..."

At this time, Feng Ming and Su'er came to the backyard. Feng Ming bent down and raised his hand to feel the man's breath. "Oh! He still remembered to leave him alive. He has really grown up." Then he kicked the assassin with his foot. Seeing that the assassin was not awake, Feng Ming knocked on the window beside him. "Who is in this room? How soundly is he sleeping? Can't you hear someone falling from above?"

Su Er smiled awkwardly and said, "Luo Er always sleeps soundly."

Feng Ming sighed and called out, "Luo'er, wake up! Open the window and give your mother a glass of cold water."