Chapter 132 had taken a fancy to her and wanted her to marry her son

He Lanjin forced herself to stand. She walked to the table and picked up the bowl of soup, wanting to see what was in it.

The bowl fell to the floor with a clang before He Lanjin did, her face deathlike. She looked up at the ceiling, her eyes assailed by the intense light. She felt blood rushing to her head.

"Qiao, Qiao Hanye..." He Lanjin crawled to the bed, reaching for her phone.

He Lanjin heard footsteps approaching. She stopped in her tracks as a shadow fell on her.

She turned her head to see the old woman standing behind her. The granny smiled amiably and asked, "Is my soup delicious, Doctor He?"

"What did you do to the soup?" He Lanjin blamed herself for trusting this old woman, who set up a trap for her.

The old woman squatted down and looked at He Lanjin's exquisite little face. Her hands trembled as she said, "You're really beautiful."

"I tried to save your son and here you are wanting to kill me," He Lanjin said in a low voice. The old woman had a very honest face; she looked like she would not wish harm on anyone.

The old woman held He Lanjin's hand. "Silly child, why would I kill you?"

"My son is dead and I know he is lonely down there. He did not even get to have a girlfriend before he left," the old woman said with a wistful smile. "But you, child, are so good and so beautiful. My son will definitely like you."

He Lanjin fell silent.

"My son hasn't been buried yet. You're a good person. Go and accompany him. Marry him in the underworld, " the old woman said with happy tears in her eyes. "Give me grandchildren underground."

A sharp pain shot through He Lanjin's head. She remembered the stories she heard about some people getting married in the underworld, an old custom that she did not know was still practiced in remote areas such as this.

If a single person who wished to marry died before they could find a wife, their family would spend money to buy a girl who was willing to marry in the underworld. The living and the dead would be buried together, and from then on, would be husband and wife in the netherworld.

He Lanjin never expected that such a thing would happen to her.

"I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you," He Lanjin sneered. She could not help but hate the old woman.

The old woman laughed until she cried. "How can I be disappointed?" she said as she wiped her eyes. "I'm more than happy to have you as my son's bride."

"I tried my best to save your son because I am a volunteer," He Lanjn said. "It's my job to help and save people here."

"I sympathize with and pity you because you lost your son in your old age."

He Lanjin propped herself up, her eyes suddenly turning cold. "But don't take advantage of my kindness. I detest people who do that."

He Lanjin suddenly stood up, her anger taking over. She took the thermos cup and poured the soup all over the old woman. He Lanjin's face, usually gentle, became cold and dark.

The old woman seemed unperturbed by the hot soup. "You want to run, huh?" She asked as she ran over to tie He Lanjin up with some rope.

He Lanjin stood still on the spot, lifting her foot slightly to trip the old woman.

He Lanjin stood over the old woman who had fallen to the floor. "Did some woman tell you that I would make a good bride for a ghost marriage?"

"How did you know?" the old woman asked in disbelief.

"He Ruoxue." He Lanjin closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and strode out of the room.

The corridor was empty. He Lanjin's steps were unsteady, but her legs were long and fast. The old woman reacted and immediately crawled toward He Lanjin. The old woman had to act fast; how else would she find such a beautiful girl for a ghost marriage?

As He Lanjin ran, she felt a sharp pain in her insides. It was as if someone was mincing her internal organs with a knife.