"You don't need anything. You saved my life, and I'll pray for your safety and well-being every day from now on." Fangfang's words were heartfelt.
Ning smiled and shook her finger. "No, I think you do need this gift."
Yu Baohua had desperately earned money for his descendants, and Yu Jiansheng, for his uncle's money, had even been willing to engage in such a disgusting transaction.
Now Yu Baohua had received his retribution, having been completely killed by Ning.
The lying Yu Jiansheng could not possibly extricate himself from this.
His current state of being neither human nor ghost was entirely his own fault, and Ning felt no sympathy for him.
Not only did she feel no sympathy, but Ning also intended to make his desires turn into bubbles.
Ning grabbed Fangfang and stood by Yu Jiansheng's bed. She looked down at him, her eyes devoid of emotion.
"Although you can't see what's happening, I imagine you can guess, right?" Ning asked Yu Jiansheng.
Yu Jiansheng looked somewhat dazed but still nodded.
He knew his uncle was pinned in the corner. Although he didn't know what his uncle had said or done, he could see the expressions on Ning and his wife's faces, which were far from happy.
Yu Jiansheng's heart pounded. He was afraid that his dealings with his uncle had also been fully revealed.
But he reasoned that ghosts' words weren't to be trusted; wasn't there a saying that ghosts tell lies?
Yu Jiansheng made up his mind that no matter what his uncle said, he wouldn't admit to anything.
Ning smiled slightly. "Then it's easy. I saved your life. I have the ability to let you live, and I have the ability to make you die without a sound. Which path do you intend to choose now?"
Yu Jiansheng doubted his ears. He had never seen anyone so arrogant before.
However, he understood Ning's capabilities and blinked desperately.
He wanted to live!
He was still so young; he couldn't die!
"Then tell Fangfang where Yu Baohua hid the money. You were husband and wife once, after all. For your little schemes, she almost died," Ning said with absolute confidence.
Hearing this, Fangfang's mind seemed to clear as if a blocked meridian had been opened.
After listening to Yu Baohua's words, she had been consumed by hatred and had forgotten the most important point.
Compared to Yu Baohua and Yu Jiansheng, her greatest hatred was for Yu Jiansheng.
This man who lay beside her every night had agreed to let another man do such things to her, all for money. Even if it was just possession by a ghost, she couldn't accept it!
With Ning's gentle prompt, Fangfang finally understood. She couldn't change what had already happened, but she had to secure her future livelihood.
Recalling how Yu Jiansheng had spent money lavishly a few days ago, treating those ruffians to extravagant meals and drinks, she became furious.
The money they had found by rummaging through the house together was known to both of them, and it was neither a lot nor a little.
She had been wondering these past few days why Yu Jiansheng was so cocky with the little money he had. It turned out he had hidden some for himself.
The thought that this money was obtained solely through her own efforts made Fangfang feel as though a volcano was about to erupt in her chest.
Although Yu Jiansheng wasn't brilliant, he wasn't stupid either.
Therefore, he immediately rejected Ning's proposal.
This reaction was within Ning's expectations, so she looked at Fangfang, signaling it was her turn.
She wasn't anyone's mother; she couldn't prepare the meal and then feed it to them.
Ning stepped back, sat on a stool, and quietly watched Fangfang take the lead.
Fangfang stared at Yu Jiansheng and asked coldly, "You're unwilling to reveal where the money is hidden?"
Yu Jiansheng stared with his eyes wide open until they ached, refusing to blink.
Fangfang sneered, "Very well. The money is definitely in this house. After you die, I'll have decades to search for it. If I can't find it, I'll burn this house down. I won't need it, and neither will you."
Yu Jiansheng saw that Fangfang wasn't joking. He said in a hoarse, low voice, "When I'm recovered, I'll get it for you myself."
Fangfang wasn't foolish. After being married to Yu Jiansheng for so long, she knew very well whether he was trustworthy.
She picked up a pillow nearby, a hint of relief on her face. "If you don't tell me, I'll smother you now. You don't look like you'll live much longer anyway, and no one will suspect me."
More importantly, the Yu family didn't have many relatives in this town, and Yu Jiansheng, with his foul mouth and dishonesty, was looked down upon by everyone.
Even if people suspected Fangfang had killed him, no one would be willing to seek justice for him.
Most importantly, if he were dead, justice wouldn't seem so important.
Yu Jiansheng stiffened his neck, gambling whether Fangfang had the nerve to go through with it.
Ning sat aside, watching the show, with no intention of intervening.
Fangfang's face was expressionless as she began to exert force with the pillow, veins bulging on the back of her hands.
She exhaled, her pupils dilated, and she pressed down forcefully onto Yu Jiansheng's head.
The pillow was large, completely covering Yu Jiansheng's nose and mouth, leaving him no chance to breathe.
Yu Jiansheng was stunned. He hadn't expected Fangfang to be so bold.
He immediately began to struggle, but he was now useless. His struggles, to others, were like a fish out of water, thrashing for a short while before suffocating.
Fangfang genuinely intended to kill Yu Jiansheng. Her life had been ruined by this scumbag. Whether she had money or not was no longer important.
However, Ning couldn't bear to let Fangfang bear the reputation of a murderer. After all, facing a human life, she wouldn't find peace even in the afterlife.
Ning had been observing Yu Jiansheng's movements, timing it precisely – a moment that would scare Yu Jiansheng enough but not actually cause him to suffocate.
Fangfang's face held a fierce determination; it was clear she truly wanted Yu Jiansheng dead.
Ning sighed softly, got up, took Fangfang's hand, and removed the pillow for her.
Yu Jiansheng seized the opportunity to breathe, gasping for fresh air.
Facing death again, Yu Jiansheng was also afraid.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you."
Ning looked at Fangfang. "Come here and listen. If what he says differs from the place Yu Baohua mentioned, I'll leave immediately, and you can do whatever you want with him."
Fangfang was still trembling. She looked at Ning with a shaky gaze and then silently moved a step closer.
Next to Ning, Fangfang finally felt like a person.
She unconsciously glanced at her hands. If she had held on just a little longer, she would have actually killed someone.