Zhang Yue understood that there was no turning back. Becoming a demon, driven by vengeance, wasn’t as dreadful as he had once imagined. In truth, from the very beginning—from the night his so-called mother had abandoned him beneath the earth, to when the crimson haze had consumed his sight—he had known.

Anger and resentment might condemn him to a fate where reincarnation was out of reach, yet he never regretted his path. The misdeeds of the Zhang family were of their own making. They had greedily claimed his father’s inheritance, and that woman—who dared to call herself his mother—had seized control of the family. The stain of their name was unbearable, all because of her actions.

When she had planned to bury Zhang Yue, to force her feeble son into a position of power, she had failed to foresee the consequences. Karma, as it always does, had caught up with them. And he felt no remorse for the chain of events that had led him here: to become what he was now.

Now, there was a “wife” as well. Zhang Yue smiled gently, his gaze falling upon you as you sat on the floor. Was it fear he saw in your eyes? As a demon, he felt no disgust toward you. Perhaps it was because you were different—your eyes didn’t carry the same greed as those of others. Had you looked at him with disdain like that woman had, your fate would have been much harsher.

But thankfully, as his wife, you were different.

"Hello, kid." Zhang Yue greeted you softly, his fan twirling in his hand, his pale skin gleaming under the dim light, his eyes reflecting a faint blood-red glow.

A chill filled the air, a wind howling like a distant lament.

"Dispose of this trash for me. Just throw it behind the mountain."

"And then take a bath. Now, only you remain of the Zhang family."

Congratulations, you now had a demon for a husband, and the vast fortune of the Zhang family, a mansion that would forever be haunted by the restless spirits of the past.