Chapter 003: My Wife is Sadako

I took it out and threw it onto the sofa, and it protested, "Be gentle!"

Heavenly Doll Path: "It cannot be written as Fahai, that would be too cruel. Instead, write about a young female Taoist priest with a prominent front and a perky rear, who insists on helping the male protagonist exorcise demons and subdue evil. The more he rejects her, the more he suspects that Sadako has bewitched his mind. Isn't this contradiction intriguing?"

Heavenly Realm Doll Path: "Indeed, there are so many idle people in China; how can a Japanese female ghost run rampant? Furthermore, why did Sadako come from Japan to China? What secrets and background does she possess?"

As I reached the second floor, the main door of the middle unit was suddenly pulled open, and a lively and beautiful face peeked out, smiling as she asked, "Xiao Qiang, are you back?"

After about a few minutes, the celestial doll said: "I have finished watching."

At this point in the novel, I find it increasingly difficult to continue. I have exhausted all the tropes I intended to use, discarded all the burdens I needed to let go of, and have reached a bottleneck.

I suddenly felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar, and I said in frustration: "Why did you have to come to me?"

I ignored it and walked straight to the bedroom, while a faint voice from the celestial doll behind me said, "I am afraid of the dark..."

As the door opened, Wang Fang appeared behind Zhao Qianqian. She wore a distinctive floral apron, her glossy black hair tied up at the back. Zhao Qianqian's beautiful eyes were entirely inherited from her mother; however, the lively and energetic young girl was far from being as graceful and poised as her mother.

I patiently placed it on the pillow

In fact, there is an inherent sense of incongruity; such a stunning beauty should not appear in a third-tier city like ours. From her demeanor and temperament, Wang Fang is undoubtedly the type of socialite who has experienced the grandest of occasions. However, I have never seen her husband, nor have I witnessed her engaging in any work. Her sole responsibility seems to be taking care of Zhao Qianqian's daily life. Judging by the ease with which she pays the rent, it is clear that she is not short on money—last year, during the school opening period, the house was simply left vacant. I have darkly speculated that Wang Fang might be a kept woman of some powerful figure, but such questions can never be verified. In any case, my female tenant remains a mystery.

Uh ... ... is writing

The place where I live is a three-bedroom apartment, one of which I have turned into a study. I brought the celestial doll to the computer, opened the document, and began to daydream.

Zhao Qianqian, however, did not buy into her mother's reasoning and playfully remarked, "If I call him brother, wouldn't he have to call you aunt?"

I will not speak, let's see what you intend to do. So this is the kind of devious idea you have in mind.

I sighed and said, "No matter what you are, I have to go to work now, as we agreed. You must not interfere with my normal life"

It is the height of summer now

At that moment, the celestial doll suddenly exclaimed: "Wow, how vulgar, mother-daughter flower, are you trying to create ambiguity?"

Cut, do I want to write a book?

When I went to bed at night, I casually tossed the celestial doll onto the sofa and headed to the bedroom. The celestial doll cried out, "I want to sleep with you!"

I let out a long sigh, turned off the light, and lay down

I continued walking towards the bedroom, and the celestial doll emitted a piercing scream. I pressed my ears tightly, but the shriek seemed to penetrate through the walls and drill into my mind. I had no choice but to raise my hands in surrender

Too high

I said: "Then why must we write a younger version of the extermination master?"

The first hundred thousand words were fine, quite humorous, but ever since Sadako started cooking for you, there haven't been many laughs left. Also, do you plan to continue living like this? Every day it's just the mundane routine of cooking and daily necessities; you might as well write a cookbook.

My grandfather was initially quite reluctant, but eventually he reluctantly agreed. Looking back now, my grandfather often reminisces that it was truly the best of times. He said that back then, if one had simply bought a bottle of wine for that deputy district chief, it would have been easy to obtain an additional set of housing. Such things are absolutely impossible now

As soon as I entered the door, the celestial doll immediately said: "Quick, take me out; it's stinking to death in your pocket"

As they ascended the stairs, the celestial doll persistently asked, "I am asking you a question, are you involved with that soup-making woman?"

I unconsciously said: "What do you mean?"

I took off my sweat-soaked clothes at the bathroom door, washed up and came out feeling refreshed, suddenly finding the world much more real. I stole a glance at the sofa and saw the cloth doll slumped in the corner, looking lifeless, which made me doubt the experiences of the day. They say modern people are under great pressure, suffering from various obsessive-compulsive disorders and delusions. Could the so-called celestial doll be something I imagined? ... If that were the case ...! ... That would be wonderful!

I placed it in front of the screen, turning the pages one by one, while the illustrated book's celestial doll incessantly urged me to turn the pages, finally exclaiming, "Oh, this is so slow, I'll do it myself."

What exactly have you become? Were you not just a pathetic writer in your past life?

After a long time, the celestial doll softly asked in the darkness, "Xiao Qiang, are you asleep?"

I approached it stealthily and whispered, "Heavenly Doll?" It remained indifferent, leaning there. I raised my voice and said, "Little Tian Tian? Doll?" It still showed no response. I picked it up and thought to myself, "Indeed, it is all an illusion! Hahaha!"

The celestial doll laughed and said, "I apologize for disappointing you"

Wang Fang shot a glance at Zhao Qianqian and smiled, "I have made some soup; if you are not in a hurry, would you like to have a bowl before going up?"

Quickly let me have a look

I can no longer hold back: "Are you made of cotton yourself?"

You are the ghost

"You don't know what pain is," I said, "I'm going to take a shower first"

This girl is named Zhao Qianqian, and she is currently in her first year of high school. She and her mother are my tenants; they moved in a year ago, stating that it was for Zhao Qianqian's convenience in attending school. The Jixiang Community is less than a 10-minute walk from the city's key No. 1 High School.

I exclaimed: "Never mind, your setting of Fahai is enough for me to write another five hundred thousand words."

As soon as Zhao Qianqian appeared, a gentle voice in the room immediately said: "Qianqian, you mustn't be rude; you should call me brother"

Heavenly Doll said: "This is all thanks to you. After I am 'full', I can command some small objects."

The celestial doll exclaimed: "Oh dear, your mind is still writing online literature—engaging in ambiguous relationships. The female Taoist initially looks down on the male protagonist, but later discovers that he is quite charming. Ultimately, she transitions from public to private interests, and no matter what, she is determined to risk everything to be with Zhenzi"

I don't care, I want to cover myself with a quilt

Are you going to write?

So soon, how is it?

I sat there casually flipping through old content, when the celestial doll said, "Is this the novel you wrote?"

I scratched my head and said, "This is also the biggest problem I am facing right now, and I don't know how to write it."

I let out a hum

The subsequent events at www.hetushu.com can be easily imagined. Xiaoqiang No. 2, having nowhere to go but home, must face her every day. He then discovers that Sadako does not intend to harm him, and they are able to communicate over the phone. Gradually, their relationship evolves from fear to curiosity, and then to compassion and affection, leading to a mutual attraction and the beginning of a romantic relationship. After tying her hair up, Sadako appears as a particularly delicate young woman. Her unfortunate past had suppressed her personality, but after dating Xiaoqiang No. 2, she becomes remarkably cheerful. She enjoys watching low-budget Chinese films and television dramas, and loves frying all kinds of food. A current highlight is when Sadako brings lunch to Xiaoqiang No. 2, who is working overtime at the company, which sparks envy and jealousy among his male colleagues.

This is the origin of the two houses, and it is also the most significant achievement of the Zhen family to date, a source of pride for both my grandfather and my father throughout their lives

I expressed my dissatisfaction: "You are a rag doll, not a pleasure doll, why are you sleeping?"

I disregarded its objections and placed it against the wall as if reflecting on my mistakes, then began to type. Although the general direction was set, the female Taoist priest with a protruding front and back was not yet ready to make her appearance, so I had to add another chapter of filler. It was said that Xiao Qiang No. 2 invited colleagues over for a visit, planning to watch "The Ring" at night. However, the disc at Xiao Qiang No. 2's home did not contain Sadako at all, and his colleagues mocked him for buying a pirated disc. In the end, Xiao Qiang No. 2 pretended to take out a few pairs of 3D glasses, and only when his wife crawled out of the television did it count.

The celestial doll protested, "I want to sleep with you!"

I suddenly realized: "Are you saying it's time to deal with the evil? For instance, the Taoist priests and monks who are filled with righteous indignation?"

I jumped three zhang high: "You are a ghost, what are you afraid of in the dark?"

I said: "If we consider the sound of a fart as male and the smell as female, then you harm others without discussion, being both harmful and toxic. I believe you must be a woman"

I still haven't figured out its meaning, when suddenly the mouse wheel started moving on its own, and the document page scrolled wildly at a dazzling speed. I exclaimed, "You have this ability too?"

Did I not say? I am a spirit of the universe. It can speak, and even its expressions have become much more animated; those three lines seem to be coming to life.

You are the one who is nonsense

I rolled the socks into a ball and said: "Then this is all you have to use as a pillow."

Do not speak, I am going to work

Heavenly Doll Path: "You all want to live a good life, but surely there are those who will not agree. A Japanese ghost comes to China, falls in love with a man who leaves her dizzy and disoriented, and then she disappears?"

Alright, I will make do

Take me with you, I want to see how you deceive others for money

What do you think?

I helplessly covered the corners of the quilt over it, and the celestial doll said leisurely: "Pillow."

Upon entering the bedroom, the celestial doll cheerfully said: "Cover me with a blanket, quickly."

I just want to cover myself with a quilt

It just occurred to me that I have taken on such a person today, and my mood instantly turned gloomy. Weakly, I pointed upward and said, "I won't disturb you today; I'll head up first."

I placed it squarely on the coffee table facing me, sat down properly, and with an extremely serious expression said: "What exactly are you?"

I turned it around to face me, and the celestial doll remained unmoved yet gently advised: "Zhenzi is indeed a female ghost; it is wrong to discard this characteristic."

I subconsciously pulled the bath towel down: "So are you a man or a woman?"

Turn me over

The celestial doll retorted: "Do you think you are writing 'Dream of the Red Chamber'? Moreover, isn't 'Dream of the Red Chamber' ambiguous?"

I disdainfully said: "This is completely urban white literature; I detest ambiguity the most."

I exclaimed in frustration: "Why are you worrying about something made of cloth?"

Wang Fang is such a woman who always presents herself impeccably, dignified and graceful, even when she has just come out of the kitchen. Throwing the apron-clad Wang Fang into a Paris fashion show feels entirely harmonious. She possesses a perfect oval face, with eyes like stars, and her every gesture is filled with grace and intellect, pleasing to the eye, resembling the carefully selected image of a virtuous wife and mother from a television advertisement, effortlessly overshadowing any cone-shaped face adorned with colored contact lenses and enhanced bust.