Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 87

Mr. Chief’s sharp command sent a shiver down Qianmian’s spine, his once maintained smile collapsing into a mask of terror. Trembling, he stammered, “I am Qianmian.”

Meng Loudi’s expression was as grim as it could get. His once charming face seemed to have frozen over with an icy chill, his eyes dark and piercing as he glared at the mirror demon.

“Why are you here? Where’s Chenyi?!” He advanced on Qianmian, his hand shooting out to grip the other’s neck with a force that seemed intent on snapping it.

Qianmian was startled, feeling the suffocating grip, too afraid to retaliate. He could only plead, “No, no, please, listen…”

Meng Jiang remembered Jiang Chenyi’s instructions. Seeing his father nearly strangling someone, he bit onto Mr. Ghost’s pant leg, issuing a weak, threatening growl.

Mr. Ghost was momentarily taken aback, then felt both anger and amusement.

This little mutt, did it really think it was something?

With its size, he could easily dispose of ten without lifting a finger!

He released his grip, and Qianmian collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, his heart still racing.

Mr. Ghost nudged him with his foot, his face clouded with gloom. “Speak, what’s going on?”

Given the situation, it was obvious this was Jiang Chenyi’s doing.

But what was this nonsense?

Did Jiang Chenyi want to play the body double game?

Was he trying to infuriate his husband?

Qianmian, eyes wide with fear, pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Meng Loudi. “Mr. Jiang asked me to give this to you, and he also wanted me to pass on a message.”

At this, the mirror demon hesitated.

He was terrified that saying it out loud would lead to his demise.

“What message?” Mr. Ghost took the envelope, looking at him as if he were an object.

“He said he’s had enough of you.” The mirror demon finished, lowering his head, not daring to meet Meng Loudi’s gaze.

Mr. Ghost’s mouth twitched, his aura intensifying, dropping the room’s temperature by eight degrees.

Meng Jiang tried to maintain his composure, looking up at his father with his big head.

The little sparrow, caged, dared not move.

Fearing it might draw the conflict to itself.

In truth, it had been the one to help Young Master Jiang with these matters.

But ignorance is innocence!

It hadn’t known Young Master Jiang was planning something so drastic, sob sob.

The little sparrow began to shrink, certain it was doomed. It just hoped the leg it clung to could protect it, sob sob.

Qianmian knelt on the floor, not daring to make a sound.

Meng Jiang stayed by his father’s side, maintaining a delicate safe distance, curiously eyeing the letter.

Meng Loudi sat on the sofa, slowly tearing open the envelope, reading the words inside.

The handwriting was unmistakably his beloved’s, messy and endearing.

[To my dearest Meng Loudi:

Ah, how should I put this?

I might be a playboy, and I’m feeling tired of it now.

Maybe I felt this way a long time ago, but you have money and looks, and you did well, so I kept entangled with you, right?

But it’s really boring, you thinking about those nauseating romances all day.

I really can’t take it anymore.

I’m truly tired.

Ah, really, I’ve reached my limit, so, Meng Loudi, let’s break up.

As adults, we should part on good terms, right?

You’re not a child anymore, so there’s no need to make a big deal out of this.

I’ve thought it through, and you must have seen it too, that person who looks so much like me…

You’ll definitely meet someone who truly loves you in the future, whether human or demon.

Forget about someone like me.

It was just a game.

I’ve said everything I wanted to say, goodbye.]

The letter was long and rambling, yet in the end, he was stingy enough not to even sign his name.

Meng Loudi bit his lip, staring at the repeated phrases “tired” and “can’t take it anymore.”

He felt utterly wronged.

What kind of reason is this?!

Can you really just abandon your lover without mercy because you’re tired of them?!

If there’s something unsatisfactory, just say it!

Hasn’t he always listened to Jiang Chenyi?

As long as Chenyi mentioned it, he would definitely change…

Now, what is this?

A game?

Discarding him mercilessly after getting bored?

How could he be so cruel!

Mr. Ghost lowered his head, his teeth grinding audibly.

The three beings present couldn’t help but shiver.

It was as if he was so angry he wanted to bite something to pieces.

Mr. Ghost folded the letter carefully, tucked it back into the envelope, and kept it close.

Did he really think he could say such hurtful things and then escape with a clear conscience?!

Jiang Chenyi, have I been too indulgent with you?

Mr. Chief looked at Qianmian, his voice icy, “Where did Jiang Chenyi go?”

“I-I don’t know, I was just hired,” Qianmian knelt on the ground, wishing he could bury his head in it.

If he’d known he’d end up in such a mess, he wouldn’t have sneaked out for anything!

Oh heavens, ancestors, someone save me!

“Hired for what?” Meng Loudi sneered.

“He said, to be a substitute, and then, you know.” To become Meng Loudi’s new partner.

But he was the dominant one, only liking those harmless and gentle types. Why did he agree back then?

Was it because the other person’s eyes were so beautiful?

Like the color of glass.

“Ha!” Meng Loudi ruffled his long hair irritably, pointing outside, “Get out!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Qianmian, already scared into changing form, now appeared as a young girl with delicate features, wearing oversized men’s clothing.

He scrambled out, terrified that the other might crush him in a fit of displeasure.

Meng Loudi, almost driven to a heart attack by Jiang Chenyi’s actions, calmed down and sensed something was off.

Everything had been so passionate these days, how could he just leave like that?

Nothing seemed to be missing from the house either, what exactly was Jiang Chenyi planning?

Could it be that Chenyi had wanted to leave him for a long time?

Were those sweet days just compensation?!

Mr. Ghost covered his face, feeling as cold as ice.

Everything had been so perfect.

Was he really tired of it…

Just this morning, they had talked on the phone so naturally.

Was he lying even then?

Meng Loudi picked up the phone and began dialing numbers one by one, the ringtone echoing as Mr. Ghost waited hopefully. But after a long while, the call was automatically disconnected.

“Ugh, really, not even answering the phone?” Meng Loudi stared at his phone, full of resentment.

Feeling utterly dejected, Mr. Ghost called Bai Lu, “Bai Lu, I want to resign.”

“Mr. Chief? What’s wrong?” Bai Lu’s heart skipped a beat, wondering what new trouble had arisen.

Meng Loudi briefly explained, without mentioning Jiang Chenyi abandoning him, saying that he wasn’t feeling well lately and wanted to go on a trip.

Bai Lu listened, silently thinking: That’s a lie, wasn’t he all smiles before, claiming he was in a bad mood now.

“There’s no need to resign, Chairman. Just enjoy your time outside. How about three months? I’ll find someone to cover for you temporarily.”

“One month,” Meng Loudi replied coolly.

“What?”

“Cover for me for one month. During this time, unless it’s extremely important, don’t disturb me,” Mr. Ghost said coldly, then hung up.

Bai Lu stared at the darkened screen: “…”

Feeling frustrated, but powerless against Mr. Chief, he could only endure it.

Meanwhile.

The young man looked around the room, noticing the absence of the little rabbit.

Where did Brownish go?

She disappeared after work.

After resolving his work issues, Mr. Ghost went upstairs, needing to think carefully about the current situation.

His beloved had just up and left.

Meng Loudi collapsed onto the bed, still able to feel the warmth of the other.

Was it something he hadn’t done well enough?

Despite being angry, Meng Loudi knew he was helpless against Jiang Chenyi, utterly powerless.

Even if he found Jiang Chenyi, he couldn’t bring himself to harm him.

The one who falls in love first is always at a disadvantage.

That’s the humble reality for Mr. Ghost.

Unable to harm Jiang Chenyi, nor wanting to see Jiang Chenyi show any unpleasant expression.

Meng Loudi buried his face in the pillow.

“Chenyi, do you… want me to die?”

Jiang Chenyi didn’t want Meng Loudi to die, at least not yet.

They arrived at Jiang Chenyi’s destination after ten at night, and after covering the driver’s hotel expenses, Jiang returned to the community.

Having been away for over a year, he wondered how everyone was doing.

The young man walked toward his home, spotting a few elderly folks sitting nearby.

They noticed the man.

“Hey, isn’t that Jiang?”

“Looks like him, right? Didn’t he move away to another city?”

“Why is he back, is he here to pick something up?”

The elderly chatted away.

As Jiang passed them, he removed his hat and mask, smiling, “Good evening, uncle and aunt.”

They were startled, exchanging glances.

A chubby old man asked, “Jiang, can you see us?”

Jiang Chenyi nodded, knowing they were ghosts, but they appeared to be lingering souls, perhaps soon to depart from this world.

The elderly folks were even more flustered, unable to utter a word.

Jiang hadn’t intended to elicit any response from them, nor to answer anything.

It was merely a neighborly greeting.

But now, seeing them, humans truly are fragile.

Birth, aging, illness, and death-none can escape.

Jiang Chenyi entered the dimly lit hallway, the lights flickering.

Perhaps due to fewer residents, the property management didn’t care, and several floors had broken lights.

The young man climbed the stairs step by step.

His eyes lost their color until he reached the fifth floor, where he stopped, took out his key, and opened the door.

No one had been here for a long time.

He pinched his nose as he entered, the room filled with a faint, musty smell, subtle but impossible to ignore.

The young man turned on the light.

He returned with nothing, as if just visiting.

The room was empty.

Though the furniture remained, it felt cold and deserted.

How did he manage to stay here before?

Jiang Chenyi sat on the sofa, removed his shoes, and curled up.

Previously, when Meng Loudi lived here with him, Mr. Ghost would happily prepare snacks and sit with him, enjoying them together.

The feeling of being cozy together, watching TV…

Jiang Chenyi felt hopeless; it had only been thirteen or fourteen hours since they last met, and he already missed Mr. Ghost.

Missed his warmth, his scent, his voice.

Truly, he felt lonely.

The young man lay flat on the sofa, gazing at the ring on his left ring finger under the light.

So beautiful.

Shiny, just like Mr. Ghost.

The young man closed his eyes, slowly drifting to sleep.

Perhaps they shouldn’t have met from the start; after getting used to warm companionship, sudden loneliness was truly uncomfortable.