Winter Is Ending - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

To get rid of this male ghost as soon as possible, I agreed to help him find his ring.

The problem was, I had no leads.

He didn’t remember where he’d lost it. Maybe after dying, his memories from when he was alive had gotten a little hazy.

All he remembered was the store where he’d ordered the ring.

That store was pretty famous locally. I thought it over, but it wasn’t on my way to work, so I decided to wait until the weekend to check it out.

As an ordinary, down-to-earth office worker you could find anywhere on the street, there was no way I was sacrificing my perfect attendance bonus to go hunt for a ring for some strange male ghost.

The male ghost said he understood, then offered to repay me by doing housework.

However, after he smashed my favorite mug and blew the lid off my pan while frying fish, I pushed him out of the kitchen.

Honestly, I’d originally wanted to throw him out of my apartment.

“Do you absolutely have to repay this favor?”

He lowered his eyes. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to.”

Uh… Why did I suddenly feel guilty, like I was bullying someone weaker than me?

“Actually, you’re not that bad. But before you died, were you some rich family’s young master or something? You’ve never been in a kitchen, have you?”

“Not a young master. I just had some modest assets. And I really do know how to cook. I just haven’t done it in a long time, so I’m a little rusty… Really!”

I thought of the 360,000-yuan ring.

Sorry, but what exactly did he mean by modest?

Chapter 4

That weekend, I’d originally planned to visit the jewelry store he mentioned. Unfortunately, my mom called and arranged a blind date for me.

I told him, “Stay home and wait for me like a good boy. Once I deal with this blind date, I’ll take you to look for the ring.”

He showed an expression I couldn’t quite read. Overall, his smile looked a little forced.

Was he worried I wouldn’t help him find the ring?

Worried I was slacking off on the job?

I immediately raised my hand and swore to the heavens, “I’ll be back soon. As soon as I get back, we’ll go look for the ring.”

“It’s fine,” he said. “If your blind date seems nice, you can talk a little longer.”

Clearly, he had no idea what kind of blind dates my mom usually found for me.

Financially, each one was richer than the last. Personality-wise, each one was harder to describe than the last.

There were only so many local specimens of that caliber in this city, and my mom had managed to push all of them onto my blind-date table.

But my mom took my lifelong happiness especially seriously and nagged me every day, so I had no choice but to carve out some time and casually go through the motions.

I left the house without much expectation.

But to my surprise, my mom actually came through for once.

My blind date was a somewhat reserved, very polite young man with a baby face.

If you didn’t look closely, he could pass for a college student.

In the blind-date market, wasn’t this already premium stock?

For the moment, I couldn’t find anything wrong with him, so when he suggested meeting again, I didn’t refuse.