Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 69

The two of them took Meng Jiang to the garage, where the driver was waiting for them. The roads were fairly clear, and it didn’t take them long to get home.

Jiang removed the muzzle from Meng Jiang and loosened the leash. The energetic dog dashed into the yard, barking excitedly.

Jiang wrapped his arms around Mr. Ghost’s shoulders, and the two of them walked into the house, sticking close to each other.

As usual, they cooked together, and while eating, Jiang bit his spoon, uncertain whether he should tell Mr. Ghost that he had run into Luo Yun today.

Meng Loudi noticed his lover’s little gestures and realized there was something on his mind. He didn’t ask, but instead thoughtfully served him some food.

“Here, have some more meat,” he said, offering a piece of lean meat with his chopsticks to the young man.

Jiang, accustomed to this, bit off the meat from his chopsticks and chewed, saying, “We ran into Luo Yun today when we were out.”

Mr. Ghost rarely showed a confused expression.

“Luo Yun?”

“Yeah, the woman who wanted to take Luo Hui away before.”

“Oh, her. What did she do?” Mr. Ghost lazily held his chopsticks, looking as if he had no bones, his eyes cold.

Jiang picked up some lettuce with his chopsticks and offered it to Meng Loudi’s mouth, “She just asked me where Luo Hui went. I didn’t tell her. She seemed a bit odd, maybe going crazy.”

The young man’s tone was very calm.

“Stay away from her. If you run into her again, let me know, and I’ll handle it,” Mr. Ghost said.

He sounded very reliable.

Jiang rested his chin on his hand, looking at his lover, and laughed, “Oh my, our Loudi is quite something.”

“What are you talking about? I’ve always been impressive,” Mr. Ghost put down his chopsticks, moved to the young man’s side, and trapped him in the chair, leaning in.

“Chenyi, I want you,” the deep voice made Jiang blush and his heart race. He bit the tip of his chopsticks, “I haven’t finished my meal.”

“Being too full isn’t good, is it?” Mr. Ghost nibbled gently on his earlobe.

Jiang: “…”

Oh, you have a point!

What’s the deal? Eating too much and doing that will make you throw up, huh? Dog man!

Meng Loudi looked at his blushing, silent lover, reached out, picked him up, and headed straight for the second floor.

Jiang leaned against him, sighing.

“Beauty is a trap, the ancients were right.”

Mr. Ghost held him tight, “The ancients never said that.”

Jiang: “…Get lost.”

Under the influence of Mr. Ghost, this refined scoundrel, Jiang unwittingly spent a long time.

Jiang Chenyi also published some barely passable quality, heartwarming little comics online. The main characters were children and animals. They received a modest amount of attention.

In this leisurely life, they welcomed a calm and peaceful August.

August was hot, so hot that even Mr. Ghost was a bit irritable.

Meng Jiang was already nine months old, growing into a large dog. Standing up, he could reach Jiang’s shoulders, looking somewhat intimidating. He couldn’t be taken out casually anymore.

Jiang also decided to abandon the job offer as the chairman’s personal secretary at Ba Lin Building due to a minor career advancement. The so-called personal secretary role was nothing but a guise for Meng Loudi to fulfill his romantic aspirations. No, it wasn’t about romance; they were like an old married couple, merely flaunting their affection.

Mr. Ghost felt aggrieved. Very aggrieved, almost to the point of tears.

Now, Meng Loudi lay sprawled across the young man’s stomach, clinging tightly to him, whining about not wanting to get up.

Jiang Chenyi stroked his hair, soothingly saying, “Loudi, it’s been over a month now. You should be used to it by now. Come on, get up. I’ll prepare breakfast for you, then you can head to work. Have a good lunch and video call me at noon. Soon, you’ll be back.”

Mr. Ghost clung to his waist, lamenting, “No! Every time you say something similar, I return home, spend a short time with you, and then face another morning of separation! Boohoo, Chenyi, my heart aches.”

Looking at the dog man pretending to cry, Jiang sighed and ruffled his long hair, saying, “Alright, alright. Even lovers can’t be glued together all day. We need a balance. Every time I’m home, waiting for Mr. Ghost to return, I miss you too.”

Of course, those were just words.

Jiang sat on the sofa, engrossed in his drawings for hours, unknowingly waiting for Mr. Ghost to return home.

Compared to Mr. Ghost’s seemingly endless days, Jiang’s days flew by in the blink of an eye.

Mr. Ghost lifted his head, his eyes glistening like Meng Jiang’s.

“Really?”

“Of course it’s true. Every time I see Mr. Ghost return, I’m overjoyed,” the young man cradled his face, “Absolutely thrilled.”

That was genuine; each time Meng Loudi returned, it brought him joy.

“Alright then, a kiss, and after that, I’ll get up.”

Jiang was more than willing to oblige, even a hundred times over.

After kissing him all over, Mr. Ghost contentedly got up, tucked the young man in, patted him, and cheerfully said, “Chenyi doesn’t need to get up. I can handle breakfast myself.”

“Okay, then I’ll sleep. Really sleep,” the young man said, closing his eyes.

He looked so obedient.

Mr. Ghost felt a warm glow in his heart, descended the stairs, ate breakfast alone, and slowly put on his coat, fastening his tie.

He frequently glanced towards the second floor.

Chenyi, is he really asleep?

Not coming out to see him off?

Ah, maybe he exhausted him last night.

It’s all my fault.

Mr. Ghost gloomily finished dressing, slipped on his shoes.

Footsteps sounded from the second floor, hurried and quick.

Mr. Ghost was overjoyed, looking towards the source.

Jiang ran over, jumped onto Mr. Ghost, laughing, “No matter what, I must see my Mr. Ghost off. Happy?”

“Happy!” Meng Loudi responded brightly.

Like a little schoolboy.

Jiang Chenyi laughed, escorting him to the door.

Mr. Ghost seemed delighted as he dashed out, grabbing his briefcase, waving goodbye to the young man before getting into the car.

Jiang Chenyi leaned against the door, waving back.

Sometimes, his Mr. Ghost was just like a child, easily satisfied.

The young man shrugged, as Meng Jiang played in the yard, chasing the little sparrow.

Jiang yawned, planning to catch up on sleep upstairs. Getting old, really can’t keep up; yesterday he almost thought he’d die in bed.

Jiang Chenyi slept until Mr. Ghost sent him a video call.

The music played, signaling his phone.

Ever since that day when Mr. Ghost called and Jiang Chenyi missed it because his phone was on silent, Meng Loudi had thrown quite a fit, even giving him the cold shoulder for an entire day.

Jiang Chenyi never dared to keep his phone on silent again.

Fumbling around for his phone, the young man answered the video call, his eyes still closed.

A lazy, husky voice slipped from his lips, “Mr. Ghost?”

Meng Loudi looked at him, his heart racing, “Chenyi, still not up?”

The young man rubbed his eyes and said, “Slept a bit too long, I guess.”

He stretched and sat up, half of his body coming into view on the screen. His black pajamas were disheveled, revealing patches of skin. The pale skin bore faint red marks, like plum blossoms blooming on rice paper.

Mr. Ghost’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of that skin.

Was Chenyi trying to seduce him?

Of course not. Jiang picked up the phone, his expression natural, without a hint of flirtation.

“Mr. Ghost, have you had lunch today?”

“I have. I had beef brisket with tomatoes and rice,” Meng Loudi replied honestly.

The young man responded absentmindedly, “Sounds good. I’m hungry too, what should I eat?”

Holding the phone, he adjusted his pajamas and scratched his head.

“There’s meat sauce and prepared lettuce in the fridge. Want to have noodles? Just cook the noodles and mix in the meat sauce,” Mr. Ghost suggested thoughtfully.

“Hmm, sounds good,” Jiang agreed lazily.

Mr. Ghost spoke to the young man in a gentle voice, and even through the cold phone screen, his tenderness was palpable.

The young man listened, cooked noodles, prepared dog food for Meng Jiang, then served the noodles, mixed in the meat sauce, and poured a ladle of hot soup over it.

The aroma was mouthwatering.

Mr. Ghost watched his actions, feeling his heart swell with contentment.

A dream come true.

Jiang held the phone the entire time. Now, with his brunch ready, he sat at the dining table, placed the phone on a stand.

“Mr. Ghost, when are you coming back today?” Jiang asked, blowing on a forkful of noodles.

The question was somewhat casual.

But Meng Loudi was still delighted. Watching him eat, he said, “Same as usual, around five-thirty. What do you want for dinner?”

Jiang swallowed his noodles, “Anything’s fine.”

“Chenyi, let’s go out for a date tonight!” Meng Loudi suddenly suggested.

The young man nearly choked on his food, pounding his chest to clear his throat, before grabbing a nearby glass of water to help him recover. “Huh?” he asked, bewildered.

Why the sudden urge to go on a date?

Mr. Ghost flashed a bright smile, his teeth gleaming. “Because it’s been ages since we went out on a date. We could go to the movies, or visit the amusement park, spend the evening at the food street, or perhaps attend a concert, watch a play, or dine at a fancy restaurant! What do you think, Chenyi?”

“Wait, why did you suddenly think of this?” Jiang wiped his mouth, curiosity piqued.

Indeed, it had been a while since they last went out for a date or had fun together.

But why did Mr. Ghost bring it up out of the blue?

Unless he had been reading some peculiar books or watching odd TV shows, he wouldn’t have come up with such an idea.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Mr. Ghost touched the tip of his nose. “Well, Brownish mentioned it today, and I thought it would be nice to go out with you, Chenyi. Of course, it might be tiring, so if you don’t feel like it, we can just stay home.”

A blush spread across Meng Loudi’s face, giving him a touch of innocent, youthful shyness.

However, after experiencing Mr. Ghost’s less-than-gentle treatment in bed, Jiang was no longer the naive man he once was!

He slurped a noodle, and under the anxious anticipation of his lover, nodded with reserved acceptance, “Alright.”

“So, should we go for Western food? Or maybe add a concert to the plan?” Mr. Ghost scratched his cheek, the redness on his fair skin deepening.

Jiang raised an eyebrow, twirling his noodles. “What nonsense are you talking about? Aren’t you the one who dislikes Western food? Today, I’ll take you to the local food street. There’s bound to be something you like, and we can eat while we stroll around, maybe catch a movie too, just like regular couples do.”

He smiled, his grin exceptionally charming.

Meng Loudi clutched his chest, feeling overwhelmed.

How could someone be so adorable?

“Alright. I don’t like those things either,” Mr. Ghost agreed.

After chatting a bit more, Jiang ended the call with Meng Loudi.

Mr. Ghost refused to hang up, saying he didn’t want to be a heartbreaker, so Jiang, the playboy, had no choice but to be the “heartbreaker.”