I hadn’t been in Zhonghai City for long, and I was lucky that my grandfather had left me an address. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known where to start looking. If I lost those twin wives, I’d be in huge trouble. Even if I only married one, it would be better than being single right now.

After closing the tattoo shop, Xiao Zi Xing and I took a cab to the address my grandfather had left me.

When we arrived, we were stunned. The place turned out to be one of the most famous upscale neighborhoods in Zhonghai City. Rows of luxurious villas stood in front of us, and the surroundings were nothing short of extravagant.

I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. Not only had my grandfather secured me a pair of twin wives, but he had also set me up with a rich father-in-law. Right now, I was feeling on top of the world. Maybe I wouldn’t even have to work that hard for the 100 million anymore.

However, getting into this high-end neighborhood wasn’t easy. The security guard told us that only residents could enter, either with a card or when accompanied by someone who lived there. Naturally, the two of us were turned away immediately.

With no other choice, I asked the guard if there was a resident named Zhao Donglai who lived here with his twin daughters.

The older guard said he remembered such a person, but he had moved away with his daughters a while ago, selling the villa.

Moved away? What? How could that be? How could I possibly find him now? There must be several Zhao Donglais in such a big city. Finding him would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, especially when I had never even seen him before.

I quickly asked the guard why he moved. Where did he go?

The guard shrugged. “I don’t know where he went, but I heard it was to hide from someone. He’d lived here for a long time, and whatever this person was, it must’ve been bad enough for him to sell the villa and leave.”

His words were practically useless, and they left me sneezing uncontrollably. Xiao Zi Xing asked if I had caught a cold, but I shook my head. “No, it feels like someone’s cursing me,” I muttered.

With Zhao Donglai gone, my chances of ever finding him seemed next to nothing. In such a vast city, I couldn’t even begin to imagine where to start. My dream of marrying those twin sisters was slipping further away.

I stood there, feeling hopeless. I had believed that my dream was just within reach, but now it felt like I had been slapped hard in the face.

I didn’t want to wake up from this nightmare, but I had no choice. Dreams, after all, were bound to be shattered.

I ripped up the address in frustration and told Xiao Zi Xing we should just go home. But just as we turned to leave, a woman called out to Xiao Zi Xing.

I recognized her immediately—it was the top actress, Hu Bingbing. She was everywhere, in blockbuster films and hit TV shows. Wherever she went, her presence lit up the screen. She was the undisputed lead, often carrying entire projects on her own.

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Hu Bingbing was stunning, too. Unlike many of the cookie-cutter faces you see online, her beauty had depth and grace—there was something timeless about her.

But what struck me as odd was that someone with her status would be calling out to Xiao Zi Xing?

A luxury car was trying to enter the neighborhood when Hu Bingbing suddenly stuck her head out of the window and called to him. Xiao Zi Xing seemed a little stunned but quickly responded. Clearly, they knew each other.

Hu Bingbing waved at us and gestured for us to get in the car. Xiao Zi Xing didn’t hesitate. When a beautiful woman calls, what man would refuse? He hopped in, and I followed suit, more out of curiosity than anything else.

The car was a Maserati, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction as I sat in it for the first time.

Inside the car, besides Hu Bingbing, there was a stunning assistant with a curvaceous figure. The two of them made for a striking duo.

Once we were settled in, the driver took us into the neighborhood. Hu Bingbing turned to Xiao Zi Xing and asked, “Where’s Old Master Tang? I haven’t been able to reach him in years, and the tattoo shop is closed.”

It was clear she was talking about my grandfather. Could it be that this top-tier star wanted a ghost tattoo?

Xiao Zi Xing pointed at me and said, “This is Old Master Tang’s grandson, Tang Hao. If you want a ghost tattoo, you can ask him.”

“Really?” Hu Bingbing raised an eyebrow, looking at me with a skeptical expression. “You’re so young.”

I could understand her doubt. After all, the saying goes, “The older, the wiser.” My grandfather had always said that the more experience, the more reliable, especially when it came to yin tattoos.

Of course, I wasn’t entirely without confidence. I had learned all the techniques from my grandfather, so my skills weren’t bad either. I didn’t want her to think I was just some inexperienced kid.

“Don’t worry, Miss Hu,” I said. “I can guarantee my tattoos are just as good as my grandfather’s. If he can do it, so can I.”

That might have been a slight exaggeration, but it wasn’t far from the truth. My grandfather had passed down all of his skills to me.

“Is that so? Then I guess I’ll have to try a ghost tattoo from you, Tang Xiaozi!”

We had already arrived at a two-story villa by this point. She invited us inside, and the interior was nothing short of luxurious. It screamed wealth and extravagance in every corner.

After a warm welcome, Hu Bingbing got straight to the point, explaining why she had come to me for a ghost tattoo.

It turned out that when she had just started her career, she had a boyfriend and even got pregnant. But her career was taking off, and she couldn’t afford to let anyone know about the pregnancy—let alone have a child.

So, she secretly aborted the baby, which led to a huge argument with her boyfriend. The relationship deteriorated, and they eventually broke up.

At first, it seemed like just another part of her past. But since that abortion, she had been haunted by nightmares. Every night, she dreamed of a blood-soaked fetus crawling up her back, calling out to her, “Mom, are you going to kill me again?”

The dream was horrifying. Eventually, it got worse. She started seeing the fetus outside of her dreams—sometimes under her bed, in the closet, or even inside the fridge. The blood-soaked, misshapen body was everywhere.

Whenever she turned off the lights at night, the fetus would crawl out, calling for her. Hu Bingbing became terrified to sleep without the lights on and couldn’t bear being alone. She always had her assistant with her.

At first, Hu Bingbing thought she was just losing her mind. But after seeing several doctors, she was told there was nothing wrong with her. She even sought help from a monk, hoping to ease the guilt of her abortion, but nothing worked.

That’s when she remembered ghost tattoos and thought of my grandfather.

In fact, Hu Bingbing had known about ghost tattoos for a long time. She had visited my grandfather’s tattoo shop years ago, before she became famous. Back then, she was just another artist under the management of her company. She had gone with her boss, and what she had seen in my grandfather’s work had stayed with her ever since.