Good Night, Mr. Ghost

Jiang Chenyi’s sense of grievance swelled within him, and he threw himself into the man’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Bastard!!!” the young man cursed angrily.

“Yes, yes, it’s my fault, all my fault. I didn’t protect you well enough. Don’t cry, it’s not good for you,” Mr. Ghost comforted him gently, holding him close.

Jiang cried miserably, saying, “I’m not talking about you, I’m talking about that lunatic. She killed our Meng Jiang, that silly dog. I told it to run, but it didn’t. Silly Meng Jiang, silly dog.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Meng Jiang is fine. It’s waiting for you at home,” Mr. Ghost reassured him, patting his shoulder.

Jiang paused, releasing his grip on the man’s neck, tears streaming down as he looked at him, “Really?”

“Really, I wouldn’t lie to you,” Mr. Ghost said, wiping his tears. “It’s all over now, everything’s fine, and Meng Jiang is perfectly okay.”

Jiang sniffled, his face flushed from crying.

“That’s good then,” Jiang Chenyi felt like he’d lost face, though he never had much to begin with in front of Meng Loudi.

The young man wiped his tears, looking at him, “I thought I’d never see you again.”

“You won’t. Even if I have to chase you to the ends of the earth, I’ll bring you back,” Meng Loudi said earnestly.

He meant it.

He wasn’t joking.

If Jiang Chenyi disappeared, he’d dig up the earth to find him.

Jiang heard his words, sniffled, and nodded.

“Alright then.”

Whatever he says goes.

Mr. Ghost looked at him, smiling warmly, “Not crying anymore?”

“Not crying,” Jiang nodded, being very obedient.

Like a magician, Mr. Ghost pulled out a small box from behind him and opened it to reveal rice porridge.

“Eat this, I’ll feed you,” Mr. Ghost said, holding a spoon with his slender fingers, stirring the porridge.

Jiang looked at the porridge, feeling a bit pitiful.

Starved for three days, still sick, almost dead.

Finally rescued by his husband, and now he had to eat rice porridge.

Rice porridge, perhaps it looked like rice porridge, but was there some mystery?

Although Jiang Chenyi could still use his hands, perhaps Luo Yun had traumatized him so much that he now wanted to rely on Meng Loudi, to act spoiled to Mr. Ghost, and receive his affection.

“Mm, ah,” Jiang opened his mouth.

Mr. Ghost scooped a spoonful of porridge and brought it to the young man’s lips, “Here.”

Jiang looked at the steaming porridge, tilted his head, and refused to eat!

“What’s wrong?” Mr. Ghost was very accommodating now. If Jiang Chenyi wanted the stars in the sky, Meng Loudi would consider how to get them.

“Hot, needs blowing,” the young man said coldly, but his ears turned a deep red.

Previously, when they ate together, they might just serve each other a dish, but they had never done something like feeding soup or porridge.

And Meng Loudi had never done such a thing as serving someone, so it was a novel experience for him.

He blew on it, smiling, and brought it back to the young man’s lips.

This time, Jiang was satisfied and opened his mouth.

The porridge entered, tasteless.

Jiang cried.

He swallowed the porridge, his whole face scrunched up.

“Is it really just rice porridge?”

Usually, it wouldn’t matter, but now he was a patient, wanting to be pampered and picky!

“Yes, you just woke up, you can’t eat anything else. Be good, bear with it,” Mr. Ghost coaxed gently.

Meng Loudi showed a beautiful smile, making Jiang dazed.

“Mm.” The young man nodded obediently, opening his mouth to continue eating.

Watching his obedient lover, Meng Loudi was filled with tenderness.

One feeding, one eating, they managed to finish the whole bowl of porridge.

To be honest, Mr. Ghost himself was a feast for the eyes.

Looking at Meng Loudi’s face, even tasteless rice porridge seemed to have a sweet flavor to Jiang.

After the two had indulged in each other’s company for a while, Jiang hesitantly asked, “So, what about Luo Yun?”

“What?” Mr. Ghost replied with a gentle, harmless smile, as if he truly hadn’t heard.

But the young man understood. Mr. Ghost was a bit upset now. Perhaps Luo Yun was having a rough time.

Jiang Chenyi wasn’t one to play the saint; he couldn’t quite explain it himself. Whatever happens, happens!

“Nothing much. When can I go home?” Jiang leaned back against the pillow, blinking at him.

Mr. Ghost’s smile was genuine once again. “Very soon. As soon as you’re better, we’ll head back.”

And so, Jiang spent eleven days recovering in the hospital. Once Meng Loudi was sure his health was truly fine, he happily packed him up and took him home.

As Jiang stepped through the door, he was greeted with an enthusiastic welcome from his dog.

After half a month apart, the dog seemed to have grown quite majestic. Those shiny black eyes sparkled with extraordinary spirit, its fur was sleek, limbs strong, and even its body had grown larger.

“Woof woof woof!” The big dog circled around his feet, wagging its tail like a blooming flower, utterly delighted.

The young man gently patted the dog’s head, rubbing its ears with affection. “Thank you, Meng Jiang. Silly Meng Jiang.” He hugged it, and tears welled up once more.

Meng Loudi couldn’t bear to see him cry. He scooped him up from the floor, hoisting him over his shoulder, saying, “Let’s go inside.”

Ever since he learned that his silly dog had saved his beloved’s life, Meng Loudi had been treating it with more kindness.

Jiang wiped his tears, watching the dog chase after them. “What a lucky dog you are.”

To have survived and even thrived like this-what else could it be but luck? Truly a charmed life!

The dog wagged its tail, happily barking at its dad.

They entered the house, and Jiang was gently placed on the sofa. “Rest a bit. I’ll make you some food,” Mr. Ghost said, embodying the perfect homemaker.

Jiang blinked, flashing a big smile, “Let’s do it together! I’m all better now, really, fit as a fiddle.”

He even patted his chest, looking earnest.

“Really?”

“Really!”

“Then let’s do it together.” Meng Loudi led Jiang to the kitchen.

Though they were supposed to cook together, Mr. Ghost wouldn’t let Jiang lift a finger. “I’ll make it for you. Just watch.”

Jiang crossed his arms, helplessly saying, “What’s that about? Isn’t it still just you cooking?”

“Watching me cook is participating too. Be good. Let me make you a meal myself.” Mr. Ghost’s eyes crinkled with warmth.

Lately, he seemed to have taken to calling him ‘good,’ which felt a bit odd, but the care was undeniable. Jiang couldn’t bring himself to refuse.

It was maddening. Meng Loudi truly had a hold on him.

So Jiang obediently stood by, watching Mr. Ghost cook.

The noodles were ready, and the aroma was irresistible.

The broth was a rich red, the beef brisket was tempting, and the diced tomatoes and enoki mushrooms blended together, creating a delightful picture.

Mr. Ghost served a bowl of noodles to his beloved and also took a bowl for himself.

Meng Jiang watched them with longing eyes.

Meng Loudi thought for a moment and poured the remaining noodles and broth into Meng Jiang’s dog bowl.

It was just right, completely full.

Jiang’s eyes widened in disbelief, “One bowl isn’t enough for me!”

When it comes to noodles, he usually starts with two bowls! How could one bowl be enough? He needed to eat to his heart’s content to feel satisfied.

Mr. Ghost shrugged, “But Meng Jiang looks like he really wants to eat. Don’t worry, if you’re still hungry later, we’ll have something else.”

Jiang had no choice but to give in; he couldn’t possibly compete with his own dog for food.

The decision was made, and nothing he said would change it.

The two sat down at the dining table to eat.

Meng Jiang sniffed his bowl, finding it a bit hot.

He wagged his tail and ran to the coffee table in the living room, fetching a small nest.

Jiang stirred the noodles in his bowl with a spoon and chopsticks.

“What’s that?” he asked while blowing on his noodles and eating.

Meng Loudi chuckled, “In that little nest is the demon that reported to me. If it weren’t for it, I might have only found out what happened when I got back.”

His smile was somewhat bittersweet.

Jiang noticed and thoughtfully offered a spoonful of noodles to him, “Hey, it’s okay, isn’t everything sorted out now?”

“Yeah.” Meng Loudi ate the noodles and nodded.

His beautiful face was still shadowed with melancholy.

Like a daffodil shrouded in gloom.

Jiang felt a pang of sympathy.

Look at what their Mr. Ghost had been through; he probably had a psychological shadow by now.

He reached out and pinched Meng Loudi’s cheek, “Come on, it’s okay. I’m fine, aren’t I? Don’t be sad.”

Meng Loudi looked at him, wanting to say something but hesitated.

Better to wait a bit before discussing it.

That long-awaited date could be rescheduled for another time.

Meng Jiang brought out the little sparrow, which lay listlessly on the ground, completely in a “I’m already a salted fish” state.

Jiang slurped his noodles, “Hey, what’s wrong with it?”

In his memory, this little sparrow was quite lively, chirping away, with endless things to say to Meng Jiang.

It was a likable little creature.

Mr. Ghost laughed, “To save Meng Jiang, it gave its demon core to him. Now, it can’t get it back. Because too much time has passed, it’s been assimilated by Meng Jiang.”

“So, can Meng Jiang become part of the demon clan?” Jiang was taken aback.

“Yes.”

Jiang Chenyi’s mind was a whirlwind of disbelief, oh my, what kind of luck is this?!

To be able to assimilate someone else’s demon core, this little dog is incredible!

Truly a lucky star!

Seeing the young man’s astonishment, Mr. Ghost smiled gently, “Meng Jiang’s situation is quite unique; I was surprised myself. Now, eat up, Chenyi.”

Jiang Chenyi, still in shock, continued to slurp his noodles.

Meng Jiang nudged the little sparrow, offering a piece of beef brisket.

The little sparrow lifted its head weakly, muttering, “Who ever heard of sparrows eating beef brisket?”

Meng Jiang lay on the ground, watching his little companion.

Recently, the little fluffball hasn’t been too happy.

Of course, the little sparrow couldn’t be happy!