Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 61
“Loudi, don’t say that,” Jiang Chenyi frowned.
Just looking at Shen Baihe, it’s hard to see any ill intentions. Saying such things about someone would surely upset them.
However, Shen Baihe remained unperturbed. She was poised and gracious, smiling serenely, “I truly have no bad intentions. It’s just that Mr. Jiang seems so gentle, and I wish to temporarily stay here. If the opportunity arises, I will certainly leave.”
“Opportunity?” Meng Loudi glanced at the female ghost and picked up the phone, “Hey, Bai Lu, I have a female ghost here. Find a way to deal with her.”
On the other end, Bai Lu was puzzled, thinking for a moment before asking, “Do you mean the kind of dealing that involves getting rid of her?”
Mr. Ghost felt the gentle and inquisitive gaze from the person beside him and pursed his lips, “Just find her a place to settle.”
Then, the wise choice of Mr. Ghost earned him a loving embrace from Jiang.
The young man wrapped his arms around his neck, his smile radiant.
“Indeed, our Loudi is still very kind-hearted!”
Jiang Chenyi felt he was on the path of redeeming a seemingly innocent soul.
Someday, Mr. Ghost might treat others kindly.
Shen Baihe also heard his words and furrowed her brows.
Oh no, she forgot he was still a person of influence.
Truly, she couldn’t match him in power or authority.
Utter defeat.
Jiang looked at Shen Baihe, “Well then, until Bai Lu and the others come to pick you up, please stay here for now, Ms. Shen.”
Shen Baihe was taken aback.
The young man’s gaze was gentle, his lips parted slightly, “May I call you Ms. Shen?”
Although she was indeed a madam, that was over a hundred years ago. No one knew Shen Baihe had a husband, so naturally, there was no need to address her as madam.
This female ghost, who had lost her head, seemed to be in her twenties.
Tears instantly welled up in the female ghost’s eyes, a peculiar blush appearing on her face, and she nodded repeatedly.
“Of course, of course, oh, of course, Mr. Jiang, you are truly a good person.”
She covered her mouth, not daring to lower her head.
She couldn’t lower her head, or her head would fall off.
She could only straighten her back, covering her mouth, trying to make her crying less unsightly and her sobs less loud.
Shen Baihe.
In her early twenties, she married the second young master of the Cui Family, but before she could have her own child, she lost her husband.
Then, she was locked away by her mother-in-law in a deep mansion, her youth imprisoned in that small cage.
Later, the old woman handed over her unrelated nephew to her, exiling her to a remote place.
The so-called small villa next to the ancestral home.
Freedom was granted, but what did it matter?
With those rustic villagers, what could she possibly desire?
The old woman knew Shen Baihe was proud and arrogant, unlikely to take a fancy to those country bumpkins.
So she was at ease.
But Shen Baihe, so young, had to remain a widow and look after a little brat.
Her suffering, her pain, when had anyone cared?
She was the second young madam of the Cui Family, a dignified noblewoman, a beautiful Madam Shen, a venomous and wicked woman.
But she wasn’t Shen Baihe.
Was she wrong?
Who should her anger be directed at?
Would she willingly kill?
What did she truly want?
Today, here, she knew.
She just wanted to hear someone call her by a different name.
“Ms. Shen” referred to her, Shen Baihe.
Not anyone else.
Just that… was enough.
Jiang Chenyi looked at the female ghost who was crying uncontrollably, a bit bewildered.
“Ah, Ms. Shen, are you okay?” Jiang instinctively wanted to get off the sofa.
Mr. Ghost wrapped his arms around his waist, unhappily nuzzling against his chest, “Don’t go comforting her-Chenyi, are you trying to flirt?”
Mr. Ghost’s eyes held a seductive curve.
His dark eyes stared directly at the young man.
Jiang, being looked at so plaintively, could only sit back down, trying his best to appear obedient.
Mr. Ghost took the opportunity to lie down, resting his head on his lover’s lap, looking at the sobbing female ghost, mocking, “Can’t stop crying? Are your eyes broken like your neck?”
Shen Baihe’s sobs halted, tears hanging on her long, thick lashes.
But the female ghost dared not retort, angry but silent.
She feared that Meng Loudi would seize the chance to grind her bones to dust, scattering her soul.
Meng Loudi looked at the silent female ghost, snorted, “Anyway, from now on, your life is in your hands. Join the Alliance of Supernatural Beings, Bai Lu and the others will find you a job. Your future path is yours to walk, don’t bother Chenyi again!”
The last sentence was the key point.
Meng Loudi didn’t want anyone to trouble his little mister.
Jiang Chenyi heard his childish words and laughed.
Really, what kind of person was Mr. Ghost?
But in front of Jiang Chenyi, Meng Loudi was just a childish, playful man.
A person has many facets, and this one was uniquely his.
Shen Baihe whimpered but dared not speak, silently accepting her fate.
Jiang looked at the female ghost with blood flowing down, “Well, Ms. Shen, can’t you stop the bleeding?”
Although the blood kept flowing, it seemed not to reach the ground.
It just lingered on the female ghost.
Shen Baihe instinctively touched her neck, smiled bitterly, “It’s temporarily unstoppable, it’s been flowing for a hundred years.”
Just like when she died, the blood spurted and then turned into a slow flow.
Her wound, endlessly bleeding.
Mr. Ghost sneered, “It’s just lack of cultivation. If your cultivation were sufficient, you’d have stopped the bleeding by now, fool.”
Jiang covered the man’s mouth, trying to show a friendly smile to the female ghost.
Shen Baihe looked at the young man’s healing smile, instantly feeling alive again.
Really, she liked it so much.
Well, forget it, forget it, life is more important, men can be found slowly.
Shen Baihe just wanted a passionate love!
Thus, Shen Baihe temporarily stayed at Jiang and Mr. Ghost’s home.
And Mr. Ghost, extremely displeased with her, subjected her to thorough servitude.
Because Shen Baihe was a noble lady, later a wealthy noblewoman, cooking was out of the question, even household chores were done clumsily.
But Jiang could only maintain a helpless yet not awkward smile.
“Mr. Ghost, Shen Baihe clearly isn’t cut out for these tasks.” Jiang was held in Mr. Ghost’s arms, nervously looking towards the kitchen.
Now Shen Baihe was washing dishes, he was really afraid she’d break all the dishes.
Meng Loudi was unhappy, biting the young man’s neck, angrily, “And I am?!”
What is Shen Baihe anyway? Just a woman raised in a deep chamber!
He, Meng Loudi, couldn’t be compared to her!
He was truly a noble young master, living in luxury, a lavish existence!
Wasn’t he still willing to cook for Jiang Chenyi?!
Now saying that damned woman isn’t suited for these tasks!
Jiang Chenyi felt the man’s biting, stroked his head, soothing, “Yes, Mr. Ghost, aren’t you doing chores with me?”
Mr. Ghost snorted, still unhappy, looking towards the kitchen, “Our rest is over, Chenyi, tomorrow we go to work.”
Finally hearing the other say they were going to work, Jiang Chenyi: “…”
So, to avoid further contact, directly nip the potential in the bud?
Thus, Shen Baihe’s efforts to appear diligent and capable were all nonsense!
The woman watched the two leave hand in hand in the morning, heartbroken.
If not for Mr. Jiang, who would do this! Damn!
After throwing down the rag, the female ghost carefully picked it up again.
More cautiously began cleaning the corners of the house.
No matter what, the work still had to be done well.
The female ghost thought of the young man’s gentle smile, feeling her long-dormant heart start to beat.
Really, she liked it so much…
But, there was no possibility anymore.
Later, Bai Lu efficiently took Shen Baihe away.
Jiang and Mr. Ghost returned to their world of two.
And back in their world of two, Jiang Chenyi looked at the large house, feeling something was missing.
“Mr. Ghost, don’t you feel our home is a bit empty?” The young man said.
Mr. Ghost looked at him, eyes sincere, “No, I feel it’s perfect now.”
The young man stroked his chin, clearly pondering something.
Meng Loudi was on edge.
But Jiang remained inactive.
Then came December 31st.
Soon it would be the new year according to the Gregorian calendar.
Today, Ba Lin Company had a half-day off.
Mr. Ghost and Jiang began shopping.
For two homebodies, unless they needed groceries, they generally wouldn’t go shopping.
Jiang Chenyi held clothes, comparing them to Meng Loudi, feeling they looked good.
Mr. Ghost skillfully picked up the clothes and went to the fitting room, of course, taking Jiang along.
After changing clothes, they came out together, standing in front of the fitting room.
This time they chose wool sweaters.
Both wore them well, and they were warm.
After buying a few clothes, they walked in the cold wind.
Mr. Ghost wasn’t afraid of the cold, Jiang was.
The young man buried half his face in the scarf, regretting not wearing a hat.
Mr. Ghost’s warm hand held the young man’s hand, walking with him.
Jiang’s sharp eyes spotted a small box under the streetlight, very conspicuous.
“What’s that?”
It felt like it was deliberately placed there.
Mr. Ghost glanced at it, speaking truthfully, “Seems like a dog?”
Jiang Chenyi let go of Mr. Ghost’s hand, running over to open the box, seeing three little puppies, seemingly native dogs.
Their fur was dark, paws white, ears flopped against their heads.
They seemed lifeless.
In this freezing weather, looking at the nearly full-month-old puppies, how long could they last?
Jiang’s lips pressed together, “Loudi, let’s take them to the pet hospital!”
Mr. Ghost looked at the three puppies, saying nothing.
Actually, two were already frozen to death.
The remaining one, unsure if it could survive.
Jiang Chenyi also realized the small box couldn’t resist the cold, took off his scarf, still carrying the young man’s warmth, and placed it in the box.
Jiang dared not confirm if these little lives were still there.
Mr. Ghost took the box, watching the young man search for a pet hospital.
They quickly found the nearest hospital, arriving in five minutes.
Jiang Chenyi explained the situation, the doctor understood.
Then, the female doctor regretfully said, “I’m sorry, two are already frozen to death, we’ll do our best for the remaining one.”
