Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 108

Meng Jiang paused, his bright eyes fixed on the small bundle before him, then glanced at the table where a golden-brown little sparrow sat. Ah, the little sparrow was better; it wouldn’t be mean to him, Meng Jiang thought. So he went to nudge the little sparrow.

The sparrow was pushed aside, looking dazedly at the two who had reconciled. It had thought it was doomed, but now it seemed the two gentlemen had made up. What a relief.

Jiang scooped Jiang Meng from behind, soothing the fluffed-up little cat with a smile, “Don’t worry, don’t worry, that’s your brother. He won’t bully you.”

“Meow meow!” The little black cat let out a hurried cry, as if complaining. The man’s large hand comforted it, and the black cat slowly began to purr.

Qianmian knelt on the ground, pretending to be just an ornament.

“Qianmian, I’m really sorry,” Jiang looked at the trembling mirror demon, sincerely apologizing. If it weren’t for him, Qianmian wouldn’t have been dragged into this mess.

“No, no, no need to be so polite,” Qianmian replied with a fawning smile. But now, upon closer inspection, it seemed that the aura of the eighth chief had weakened somewhat, while the aura of Young Master Jiang had become rather intriguing.

Jiang Chenyi observed Qianmian, noting the white glow enveloping him. Jiang suddenly smiled, “I really appreciate Mr. Qianmian’s help earlier. Now that our problem is resolved, I just wanted to ask.”

“Sure, go ahead,” Qianmian replied, cold sweat trickling down his back.

“Would you be willing to stay with us for a while?”

Jiang Chenyi and Meng Loudi had returned. Naturally, they had to explain everything to Bai Lu and the other twelve officers.

After explaining the whole story, Mr. Ghost sat leisurely in the chairman’s office, “So, now everyone can decide whether you still want me to continue as chief?”

Bai Lu looked at Meng Loudi, choosing his words carefully, “Well, although you’ve temporarily lost some of your ghostly aura, it shouldn’t take more than a few years to recover, right? So we don’t need to remove you from your position. What do you all think?”

“Yeah, although it might be a bit challenging, isn’t Young Master Jiang still here?”

“The two of you are a pair. As long as Mr. Chief teaches well, Young Master Jiang can definitely be a great help.”

“So, stay with us. None of us have any objections.”

“Yeah, stay with us! Without you, Mr. Chief, what would we do?”

Everyone voiced their agreement, with not a single dissenting voice. What would be the point of opposing? The result would only be the eighth district losing a chief, nothing more. They’re not foolish; since Meng Loudi’s arrival, the security here has improved significantly. How could they bear to let him go?

Everything went smoothly.

Jiang stood aside with a polite smile, watching the officers comfort Meng Loudi. What was there to comfort? This dog man didn’t care at all.

After the meeting, everyone left.

Brownish stayed behind, her eyes filled with concern, “While we were unaware, you two went through a lot. If there’s anything we can help with, please let us know. We’ll do our best to assist you!”

Jiang Chenyi: “Thank you, Brownish.”

“Ah, I never expected Mr. Jiang to be the inheritor of the Eye of the Lunar Halo. I thought such a thing didn’t exist in this world. Well, I won’t disturb you two any longer. I’ll be off now~”

The little rabbit hopped away.

The young man looked at his lover, speaking softly, “Everyone has such kind auras. Why is Mr. Ghost’s aura so dark?”

“Ah, you can’t blame me for that, right? Chenyi knows my fate,” Mr. Ghost moved closer, wrapping his arms around his lover’s shoulders.

“Alright, alright, I’m not blaming you. But in the future, Mr. Ghost should do more good deeds.”

“Okay, I’ll listen to you,” Meng Loudi lowered his eyes. He was willing to put away his fangs for Jiang Chenyi.

March marked the beginning of spring. The grass was starting to grow, and Meng Jiang and Jiang Meng were getting along well.

The general scene was this: the little black cat lay in its small nest by the floor-to-ceiling window, while the big black dog and little sparrow frolicked in the yard. Cats liked peace, dogs liked activity. The two little ones couldn’t quite play together. Except when sunbathing.

The black dog lay by the floor-to-ceiling window, and the little black cat would eagerly run to its brother’s belly to nap, while the sparrow nestled on Meng Jiang’s head. The three basked in the warm sun, and the house was cozy.

Qianmian sat in the lobby on the first floor, playing by himself. Yes, Qianmian had been left at the villa, staying in a room on the first floor.

When Jiang returned home with Mr. Ghost, the little black cat would roll off its brother’s warm belly, lying by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching them come in with eager eyes. Its little appearance was quite endearing.

Jiang Chenyi returned home, naturally wanting to pamper his little ones. Unbeknownst to him, the villa was gradually becoming lively.

The storm seemed to have calmed. But beneath the surface, what kind of waves were stirring?

Mr. Ghost and Jiang Chenyi were sweetly intertwined, going to and from work together, leaving the children at home in Qianmian’s care.

Mid-April. Meng Loudi finally awaited the day he had been longing for. The eighteenth of March in the lunar calendar was Jiang Chenyi’s birthday.

On this day, Mr. Ghost abandoned his warm bed and sleeping lover, getting up at seven. For this day, Meng Loudi had taken leave, giving Qianmian a large sum of money to go out and enjoy himself. And their family was going to celebrate Jiang Chenyi properly.

Qianmian looked at the bank card in his hand, feeling aggrieved. Why was he the only one being kicked out? Because he looked like a person? The cat and dog were fine, but why the sparrow? He was told to come back tomorrow night, or the day after, or not at all. Clearly, Meng Loudi didn’t like him much.

Qianmian sighed, at least he had money now. So, he would go have some fun.

The handsome young man touched his chin, realizing he didn’t need to worry about the chief’s wife who matched his aesthetic. Since it had nothing to do with him, he decided to go to a bar and see if there were any beauties that caught his fancy.

With Qianmian gone, Loudi was happy. The man donned an apron and started cooking for the little ones.

Jiang Meng and his brother’s treatment was different. At least his brother had grown up eating dog food. But Jiang Meng wouldn’t eat cat food; he ate cat meals. If he wasn’t fed, he’d roll around and act cute in front of Jiang Chenyi, something he was quite adept at.

Mr. Ghost was in a good mood today, not bothered by their antics. He steamed a big pot of rice, made chicken liver mixed rice for Jiang Meng, cutting the liver into small cubes and mixing it with rice, filling the little black cat’s bowl, and giving the rest to Meng Jiang.

As for the sparrow? He gave it a piece of whole wheat bread with red beans.

Mr. Ghost, filled with reverence, began preparing longevity noodles for Jiang Chenyi, topping them with two poached eggs, shrimp, and minced enoki mushrooms, sprinkled with scallions. The fragrant longevity noodles were ready.

The virtuous husband and mother went upstairs, looking at his lover with half-open eyes. Jiang wanted to get up, but the bed held him captive, and he couldn’t break free. Ah, this damned sweet bed.

Jiang almost surrendered, ready to fall back into the bed’s embrace. What saved him was Mr. Ghost’s face, with a gentle smile, beautiful enough to make one lose their senses.

Mr. Ghost pulled Jiang up, dragging him from the bed, smiling, “No more lazing around, come eat. It’s already eight.”

“Ah, what? It’s already eight?! Why are you still here?!” Jiang flailed, asking.

Mr. Ghost pushed him into the bathroom, watching him freshen up.

“Ah, Chenyi really has a poor memory. Today is Chenyi’s birthday, let’s celebrate properly,” Meng Loudi said.

Jiang finished brushing his teeth and washed his face quickly. Meng Loudi scooped him up, easily carrying him downstairs.

Jiang clung to his neck, tilting his head, “So, you’re planning to celebrate my birthday?”

“Yes, are you excited?”

“…I haven’t celebrated my birthday in years,” Jiang murmured, leaning on his shoulder, “It doesn’t feel special.”

“What do you mean? Aren’t you excited?” Meng Loudi looked surprised. He had prepared with such joy, yet received no response?

Jiang didn’t answer, leaning on his shoulder. Mr. Ghost paused, carrying him downstairs, placing him on the ground, and pinching his chin, forcing him to lift his face.

At some point, Jiang Chenyi’s face had become tear-streaked.

“Uh, why are you crying? I didn’t mean to upset you. Did I make you angry with my decision?” Mr. Ghost wiped his tears, asking urgently. Did Jiang Chenyi have some taboo about birthdays?

Jiang hurriedly avoided his hand, turning his face to wipe away the tears, snapping, “I’m not angry! It’s just…”

“What is it?” Mr. Ghost leaned closer, asking softly.

“It’s just, why are you so good to me?” Jiang turned his head, glaring at Mr. Ghost, “Meng Loudi, why are you so good to me?!”

“If I’m not good to you, who should I be good to?” Meng Loudi was baffled.

Jiang glared, “But this kind of goodness, even for lovers, is too much. It’s complete indulgence! Indulgence!”

“Don’t like it?” Mr. Ghost shifted the topic.

“Uh, I like it.” Jiang couldn’t say he didn’t like it. Because he really did like it. Being pampered by him.

“Then that’s enough. I hope my treasure can’t get rid of me. So as long as I treat you well, making you unable to quit me, that’s enough.” Mr. Ghost caressed the corner of his eye, which was slightly red.

Mr. Ghost showed a mysterious smile, whispering, “Even if you stop loving me, you can’t leave me.”

“Ha, that’s scary.” Jiang wasn’t fazed, nor did he feel a shiver. He reached out, pinching his cheek, “So, what’s the surprise today?”

“Not telling you,” Meng Loudi smiled brightly, “I’ll reveal it bit by bit as time goes on.”

“Childish,” Jiang shrugged, also showing a silly smile. They were both the same, both childish.

Mr. Ghost led his lover to the kitchen like a child. Jiang Meng ran over, circling Jiang and meowing.

Mr. Ghost raised an eyebrow, reaching out to pick up the little cat, “Don’t fuss. Today, Chenyi is mine. Meng Jiang, take Jiang Meng out to play.”

The black dog heard and trotted over, catching the little black cat. The soft little black cat clung to the big dog’s head, like wearing a fluffy little hat.

Jiang Meng, unlike his brother, wasn’t afraid of Mr. Ghost. He showed a small tooth, letting out a threatening growl. No! Jiang Meng wanted to play with Chenyi! Who cared about him?