Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 109

Meng Loudi wrapped an arm around Jiang’s shoulder, guiding him to the dining table.

“Quick, the longevity noodles I made for you are about to get soggy.”

“Alright, alright, they look delicious,” Jiang inhaled deeply and began to eat.

Mr. Ghost sat across from him, watching his beloved savor the noodles he had made with all his heart.

After finishing the noodles, Jiang wiped his mouth.

“So, what does Mr. Ghost want to do today?”

“Me? Of course, it’s to celebrate Chenyi’s birthday. I’ve planned everything perfectly for today.”

Meng Loudi extended his hand, “First, after the longevity noodles, then-I’m not telling you.”

He smiled warmly at his lover, saying, “Next, I’ll take good care of you, Niang Zi.”

“Then I’ll be eagerly waiting?”

“Naturally.” Mr. Ghost took his lover’s hand and led him upstairs.

Jiang Chenyi was curious.

Meng Loudi pushed open the door to the entertainment room, saying, “Go in and have a look.”

Jiang Chenyi took a deep breath and walked in.

The room was filled with rose petals, their vibrant red scattered all around, looking somewhat cliché.

But what caught the eye was the pile of gift boxes in the center.

Beautifully wrapped and colorful.

Mr. Ghost leaned against the door, watching Jiang, “Want to take a look?”

“Sure…”

Jiang sat on the carpet, looking at the dozen or so gift boxes of various sizes, and asked, “Why so many?”

Meng Loudi closed the door, walked over, sat beside his lover, and smiled, “To make up for the past two years of Valentine’s Days, anniversaries, birthdays, and maybe even more. I’ll make it up to Chenyi slowly.”

Jiang looked at the box in his hand, which contained a platinum mechanical watch with a pure white large dial and three smaller dials ticking away, paired with a black leather strap.

The entire watch exuded an aura of “I’m very expensive, very expensive, extremely expensive.”

Jiang blinked and asked, “What’s this?”

“A couple’s watch,” Mr. Ghost replied, then showed the watch on his wrist.

Identical to the one in the box, except the dial was black.

“When did you buy it?”

“I bought it a while ago and kept it hidden,” Mr. Ghost flashed a bright smile.

Jiang looked at the watch, not daring to ask how much it cost.

Thinking about it, it couldn’t have been cheap.

Moreover, Mr. Ghost’s salary card was with him, so for over a year, Meng Loudi had been freely managing his own finances.

Jiang looked at the watch, feeling both heartache and fondness.

Not for the watch itself, but for the couple’s watch.

Mr. Ghost picked up the mechanical watch and put it on Jiang’s left wrist.

“Go on.”

Jiang looked at the boxes, swallowing slowly.

All the gifts were unwrapped.

A variety of items, everything imaginable.

Game controllers, new game discs, a high-end drawing tablet, shirts, and all sorts of things.

After unwrapping everything, Jiang felt he could handle it.

Mr. Ghost observed his lover’s expression, feeling it wasn’t as great as he had imagined.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like them?” He asked with a genuinely puzzled expression, his dark eyes filled with clear confusion.

Jiang Chenyi clutched his heart, sincerely telling him, “I love them to death.”

The love was genuine, and so was the heartache.

“But, tell me, how much did you spend?”

Jiang finally asked.

Meng Loudi thought for a moment, “About five hundred thousand?”

Jiang knelt down, tears streaming, “Why spend so much money?”

Meng Loudi had always been a person of noble status, never troubled by money, so he couldn’t understand the young man’s pain.

He looked at the distressed Jiang Chenyi, reached out, patted his head, and said with a smile, “I spend lavishly to see Chenyi smile?”

Jiang Chenyi: That sounds familiar.

Mr. Ghost pulled him into an embrace, affectionately nuzzling him, “I want to give Chenyi the best. We’re family, always together, aren’t we?”

Jiang sat on his lap, tickled by his hair, and the heartache suddenly vanished. He softly replied, “Then, in the future, you must tell me when you spend this much money.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let Chenyi suffer.” Mr. Ghost lifted his head, affectionately kissing the tip of his nose.

“I never worried about that,” Jiang murmured, rubbing his nose.

Mr. Ghost was truly devoted to him, as if all his life’s affection was poured onto him.

“Today is Chenyi’s birthday. Whatever Chenyi says, I’ll listen.”

“You always listen.”

“True.”

“Well, then, let’s play some games.”

“Your wish is my command.”

“By the way, Meng Loudi, I still want to ask you,” Jiang cupped his lover’s cheeks, “Back then, what happened to that kid, Xiujin?”

Mr. Ghost placed his fingers over his, his long lashes casting shadows over half his eyes, speaking softly, “In the end, because of my aloofness, that child realized he had the greatest support but no one truly close to him.”

His voice was cold and melancholic, tinged with regret.

He let out a bitter laugh, looking at Jiang Chenyi, his eyes seemingly holding a clear spring, softly saying, “My biggest regret is leaving that child alone.”

After all, he was his last relative.

But back then, he really couldn’t offer any kindness to that child.

He merely fulfilled his promise to protect the Song Dynasty.

That was all he could do.

Jiang Chenyi heard the regret in his words, reached out, and held his head, gently comforting, “It’s okay, it’s not your fault. At that time, Mr. Ghost was struggling too, right?”

Meng Loudi, at that time, was tormented by the prophecy, his mood unpredictable, leaving no room to care for others.

“Chenyi, you’re so kind.” Meng Loudi hugged his waist, nuzzling into his embrace like a child seeking comfort.

“You’re kind too.” Jiang Chenyi chuckled, patting his head.

Perhaps no one had ever let him act spoiled, and now all his affection was directed at him?

Mr. Ghost sighed, “I wonder how Xiujin is now. He should be resting in peace, right?”

“Of course, how many souls can become ghostly beings and survive?”

In this world, how many souls can transform into ghostly beings and continue to exist?

Meng Loudi sighed, “That’s true.”

“Let’s play games, don’t think about those things. Today, let’s enjoy our time together,” Jiang leaned on him, speaking softly.

“Alright.”

They were being all lovey-dovey.

Then the door was pushed open.

A dark shadow slipped in, pouncing on Jiang Chenyi, “Meow meow!”

Meng Loudi: “Meng Jiang, take Jiang Meng away.”

The black dog looked at the little black ball that had slipped under the blanket, tilting its head helplessly.

“Woof woof?” What should I do?

“Meow meow!” No, no!

Jiang Chenyi couldn’t help but laugh, getting off Mr. Ghost and pulling out the little black cat, saying, “Let them in, otherwise, they’ll keep scratching at the door.”

“……”

“Come on, come on, Jiang Meng is very well-behaved, right?”

“Meow~” The little black cat showed its black belly, looking adorably coquettish.

Mr. Ghost: “……”

Ah, so annoying.

Indeed, it’s better to let them grow up quickly and send them away.

Their time together was already a foregone conclusion.

Jiang held the black cat, placing it in Mr. Ghost’s arms, smiling teasingly, “After all, he’s our son, right?”

“True.” Meng Loudi raised an eyebrow, his own child, no matter how troublesome, he had to endure.

He mentally noted it down, thinking that someday, he would pay it back.

The smiling Mr. Ghost thought to himself.

Wearing a leather jacket, Qianmian stepped into the dimly lit underground bar, his Martin boots clicking on the floor.

This place was a hidden gathering spot for supernatural beings.

Of course, some humans would occasionally wander in.

As for what might happen, that was anyone’s guess.

But there were people in charge here, ensuring no terrible incidents occurred.

After all, it was an establishment under the name of a certain chief.

Qianmian walked in; it was two in the afternoon, and there weren’t many people.

He approached the bar, saying, “Give me something nice to drink.”

The bartender was a demon, but it wasn’t immediately clear what kind.

Dressed in a black and white uniform, the bartender looked at Qianmian, scrutinizing him, and smiled, “New here?”

“Yes.”

“Then, let me get you a ‘Gibson.’ It seems fitting for you, quite spicy.” The bartender twirled a wine glass in his hand, smiling mischievously.

Qianmian looked at him; he was quite good-looking. To be honest, among their kind, there weren’t many unattractive ones. Even if they were, they could change and refine themselves later.

The bartender’s appearance leaned towards the delicate side, but those ice-blue eyes gave him away.

Those predatory eyes, filled with a sense of aggression.

Must be some kind of beast?

Qianmian flashed a charming smile, “I’m sorry, but I’m an upper echelon.”

The bartender leaned in with a grin, “Oh, really? But I think you could be a subordinate.”

“Not possible.” Qianmian released a sharp aura, like a blade, “Want me to tear you apart?”

The red-haired young man looked at him with disdain.

Even the mightiest beast would fear a weapon.

The bartender was no exception.

While he sought excitement, it didn’t mean he wanted to die for it.

He shrugged, smiling, “Just kidding, no need to take it so seriously.”

He picked up a nearby bottle.

The bartender shook the shaker, then poured it into a cocktail glass, adding a slice of fresh onion.

“Your drink, enjoy.”

“Thank you.” Qianmian took the drink, sipping it leisurely.

The bartender wiped a glass beside him, muttering, “Ah, looks like I’ll have to wait until tonight.”

“Wait until tonight? Will something interesting happen here?” Qianmian asked.

He was genuinely bored.

The poor mirror demon, kicked out by his master, had nothing but a money-filled bank card.

The bartender chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with intrigue, “Of course, a lot of interesting things happen here.”

And so, Qianmian stayed there until evening.

As night fell, the bar welcomed more patrons.

Quite a few people tried to chat with Qianmian, but he politely declined them all.

Sorry, his standards were high.

He only fancied a few types, like Jiang Chenyi, who appeared gentle and harmless yet carried an air of solitude.