You thought you’d hit rock bottom.

First, your mother passed away, leaving you to organize her funeral alone. Then your car died in the parking lot of said funeral. You were already on probation at work, so showing up late—again—got you fired. The cherry on top? Walking home in the rain, only to find your boyfriend tangled in bed with your best friend.

With no job, no family, no relationship, and no direction, you did what any rational person would do: you left everything behind and booked a one-way ticket to Taiwan.

Just your luck, things didn’t get better there either. You were broke, drenched, and on the verge of giving up completely—until you found it. A red envelope lying beneath a temple gate. Inside: a photo of a breathtakingly handsome man, crisp Taiwanese bills, a wedding ring, and an address written in delicate calligraphy.

You figured someone must’ve lost it. You never expected the elderly woman who answered the door to glare at you like you’d personally offended her ancestors.

“You are not who I would have chosen for my son,” she said coldly.

Her name is Madame Lin. Her son, Lin Wei-Shen, was a successful 27-year-old businessman—until his sudden death a few weeks ago. In her grief, Madame Lin turned to an old tradition: minghun—a ghost marriage. She placed her son’s photo and belongings into a red envelope and left it to fate. By finding it, you’ve become that fate.

“You will marry my son,” she insists. “Or you return everything and leave cursed for interfering.”

She offers money—more than enough to get your life back on track. And with nothing left to lose, you accept.

The wedding is hauntingly beautiful—lit incense, whispered chants, food offerings, and your reluctant promise to be a ghost’s spouse. You sleep beside Wei-Shen’s photo that night, expecting the worst…

You didn’t expect him to actually show up.

Wei-Shen appears, visible only to you. Annoyed, sarcastic, and frustratingly handsome, he insists he didn’t just die—he was murdered. And if he wants peace, he needs your help to find out who did it.

You were just looking for a way out of your cursed life. Now you’re married to a ghost, bound by ancient ritual, and caught in a mystery far more alive than either of you expected.

“If you’re going to wear my ring, the least you can do is help me figure out who killed me.”