Faithful Dog Man's Dead Girlfriend - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

On the first anniversary of my death, I decided to start a small business in the Underworld.

After scouting around for ages, I discovered that the Underworld didn’t have a single shop for couples.

Having sniffed out a business opportunity, I immediately took out all my savings and rented a storefront.

The place was settled. The problem was, where was I supposed to get the goods?

After thinking it over, I set my sights on my poor sucker of a boyfriend from back when I was alive.

With the last of my burned paper money, I bribed a Dream Official. That night, I slipped into my boyfriend’s dream.

“Hubby, hubby, I missed you so much.”

A year had passed, and Lu Yuan seemed a lot more mature than before.

He was still wearing the pajamas I’d bought for him when we were together. His hair, which looked like it hadn’t been trimmed in ages, lay softly over his head. He had lost a lot of weight, but that handsome deadpan face of his was exactly the same as ever.

He looked at me without expression, his eyes cold.

My heart clenched. No way-had this bastard forgotten me?

Just as I was about to do something to jog what little pathetic memory he had left, Lu Yuan finally gave a quiet, “Mm,” which counted as a response.

I let out a breath of relief. As long as he remembered me, that was good enough.

I didn’t have much money, so the Dream Official only gave me five minutes inside the dream.

There was no time to catch up or rekindle feelings. I could only steel myself and press close to Lu Yuan. “Hubby, life without you is so lonely. If only you could help me out.”

“Oh? How?”

“Super simple. Just send me some DIY tools.”

Time was limited, so I rattled off the entire purchasing list I’d prepared in one go.

The next second, I noticed Lu Yuan’s ears turning red at a visible speed.

He looked like he still wanted to say something, but I didn’t have time to listen. The Dream Official cut off my dream right then and there.

After I got back, my heart was all over the place. To be honest, I had absolutely no confidence that Lu Yuan would actually burn anything for me.

I’d been dead for a year, and that guy hadn’t even burned me a single sheet of paper money.

But aside from him, I had no one else to ask.

It wasn’t like I could make my elderly father and mother burn me this kind of stuff!

I waited anxiously at the Cargo Station for three or four days. Just when I thought this attempt had failed, I finally received a package sent from the mortal world.

When I saw the bold, sweeping character “Yuan” written on it, I was overjoyed.

I opened it up, and everything on the list I’d given him in the dream was inside. Not a single item was missing.

Heavens above, Lu Yuan had finally done one decent thing in his life!

The things Lu Yuan sent me were truly one of a kind in the Underworld.

After all, who would have the nerve to ask their family to burn them something like this?

The moment my shop opened, it attracted countless eager ghosts.

Before long, every last item had been snatched up.

For ghosts in the Underworld, entering a dream in the mortal realm wasn’t cheap. Even so, I continued to uphold the bold principle of nothing ventured, nothing gained. With all the earnings from my recent labor in hand, I marched into the Dream Management Office with my head held high and slapped all my hell money onto the Dream Official’s face.

“This time, give me one hour!”