Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 9
Wang Yi looked at him and repeated, “You want to live together? And then what? Who is the other person?”
Jiang stuttered a bit before responding, “It’s the one I told you about before.”
“The one? Oh, the guy who pinched your face!” Yi-Jie immediately remembered him.
“You two are living together?!” She quickly grasped the key point.
“Yes.” Indeed, they were living together.
Her eyes widened in shock, “So you’re cohabiting? How can you still not know how to define each other!”
Jiang Chenyi lowered his gaze and sighed, “I don’t know if I like him, but he said he likes me, no, that he will always be by my side.”
“You don’t like him, yet you let him stay at your place? Jiang, I never realized you were such a playboy!” Wang Yi looked at him disapprovingly.
Disdain for someone who sleeps with another yet refuses to take responsibility.
Jiang Chenyi quickly waved his hands, “No, it’s just that he had nowhere else to go, so I took him in for a while.”
“Oh, I see. So what do you think about him?” she asked, looking intently at him, “What do you think his role is in your life?”
Jiang covered his face, “Honestly, I really value him. He keeps me company, cooks, and even whispers sweet nothings. But I think, being brothers would be just fine.”
“What’s so fine about that! Someone who cooks for you and sweet-talks you is obviously into you. If he didn’t like you, why would he sweet-talk you?!”
Jiang Chenyi looked blankly and simply said, “Playboy.”
Wang Yi: “……”
You daring little rascal!
Seeing her expression souring, Jiang guiltily shifted his gaze and asked, “What should I do? He’s waiting for my answer.”
Successfully changing the subject.
Wang Yi thought for three seconds, then asked, “Jiang Chenyi, do you like men or women?”
“…… I might, both.” Jiang answered naturally.
Yes, he was just that kind of unprincipled bisexual.
Wang Yi stroked her chin, “Let me analyze this for you. As a homebody boy who shuttles between home and work, the odds of you finding someone else who is so into you are as slim as the earth being destroyed. So, just go for it. If you don’t seize this opportunity, you might never get another.”
Her gaze was sincere.
Jiang Chenyi thought about it, and felt it made sense. As a man with almost no social life and no stable job, the chances of finding someone else were indeed slim.
Besides, he wasn’t looking either.
After thinking it over, Jiang said, “Let me think about it. I’m off to work now, Yi-Jie.”
Yi-Jie watched him go, “Alright then, think it through. This might be your last chance at love!”
Watching the young man’s slender figure disappear around the corner, Wang Yi picked up her soup dumpling and turned on her phone, “Let Sister check how many more peach blossoms I have~”
These new test games are really fun~
As a boss, she was brazenly slacking off during work hours.
And for Jiang Chenyi, today was undoubtedly the day the little angel and devil inside him fought the hardest.
The angel said, “Since you’re not going to meet anyone else, just fall for Meng Loudi.”
The evil countered, “How do you know he will only like you? Give up.”
Angel: “Actually, Meng Loudi is really nice. Since he’s so great, just like him.”
Evil: “Yeah, he’s so great, but can a never-been-in-love loser like you really match him?”
……
Angel: “Damn it! They should just be together!”
Evil: “Fuck it! They are fated but doomed.”
Angel: “Trash evil, doomed to be alone!”
Evil: “Stupid kind-hearted, a living saint!”
They fought fiercely.
But Jiang had already made up his mind on what to do.
After sorting everything out, Jiang Chenyi went to the supermarket, bought some beef, and picked up a few other bits and bobs.
Then, with determined steps, he climbed up to the fifth floor.
He took a deep breath, then another, suppressing the urge to run away.
Who knew why he wanted to run, but the urge was strong.
Jiang felt a bit cowardly and scared.
Then, the door opened.
This time, Mr. Ghost didn’t pull him in; everything was quiet.
Jiang Chenyi exhaled deeply, stepped inside, and then crashed into Meng Loudi’s arms.
Mr. Ghost hugged him tightly, chuckling, “So it’s a hug you’re throwing yourself into?”
Jiang Chenyi thought for a moment, put down what he was carrying, and hugged back, “Yes.”
Meng Loudi was startled.
The human touched his face, smiling, “Be my wife from now on!”
Meng Loudi tilted his head, nuzzled his palm, “Okay, you’re my Niang Zi, and I’m your wife.”
After all, no one was at a loss.
Jiang Chenyi thought about it; the person in front of him was his future. His heart raced, and his face flushed.
“Should I say something?” the young man asked.
Mr. Ghost leaned down, kissed his forehead, and smiled, “Yes, say something like ‘I like you, I love you,’ even if it’s fake.”
Jiang Chenyi pushed him away, picked up the shopping bag from the ground, and declared righteously, “I’ll tell you, I’m not sure I love you yet! You’re just a seasoning in the lonely life of a single dog.”
Pushed away, Meng Loudi didn’t get upset but asked seriously, “Then am I salt?”
An indispensable seasoning in life.
Jiang Chenyi felt that once certain words were spoken, many things changed.
He pursed his lips, pretending to hide his happiness, “Yes, and you’re salty salt, both salty and salt.”
Meng Loudi suddenly grabbed the young man’s wrist.
Jiang instinctively looked back.
“I really like you, I want to always be with you, you are the most special, all these, that’s love, I love you.”
Words of love flowed so easily from Meng Loudi’s mouth.
Jiang’s mind went blank.
“Ah, ah, then I love you too.”
Men, creatures that can blurt out sweet nothings at will.
To be honest, both were playboys.
Meng Loudi felt warm inside, feeling as if he was about to burst into flames.
Jiang Chenyi looked at him, as if seeing a ghost.
Mr. Ghost belatedly looked at his hands, no longer the ethereal existence, but clear, opaque palms just like Jiang Chenyi’s.
Jiang stared at the person, dumbfounded.
Of course, dumbfounded by his beauty.
This person had long black hair, now cascading down his back, with brows shaped like willow leaves, a high nose, red lips, and deep, dark eyes. His skin was a cold, ash-white, and he was dressed in a simple, ancient white silk robe with ice-blue trim. Though simple, it made him look even more unreachable.
How could he be so beautiful?
At that moment, Jiang Chenyi felt as if he’d suddenly found a priceless treasure in a shabby old chest.
Yes, Jiang was just that superficial!
Jiang was a sucker for looks, loving those who were good-looking!
Meng Loudi also saw the admiration in the other’s eyes. He suddenly understood that the person who had just agreed to marry him really liked his looks.
A nice advantage.
Meng Loudi, who had been somewhat at a disadvantage in this relationship, suddenly understood how to change the dynamics.
He could totally turn the tables.
After being stunned, Jiang’s mind frantically processed, Ahh, I’ve found a gem!
Such a handsome face, ahh, my husband is so handsome!
Good thing I didn’t refuse, or I’d have to dig a hole and bury myself!
Caught up in his excitement, Jiang’s rationality barely came online, asking, “How did you turn out like this?”
Meng Loudi approached with a gentle smile, taking the young man’s left hand, “I don’t know, maybe it’s your love that recreated my physical body.”
Though he had a physical form, his temperature was still lower than that of a regular person.
Jiang struggled to move his eyes away from the other’s gentle face, “What nonsense are you talking?”
He wasn’t even sure if he loved the other.
Meng Loudi brought his face close, his smile alluring as he whispered, “So you don’t love me? Anything is fine, love me. Love a part of me, then love all of me.”
The ghost’s voice was husky, seductive, trying to lure the other into his trap.
His dark eyes were bewitching.
Previously, when he could only hear the other’s voice and see nothing, it was bearable.
But now, with the bonus of good looks, the power was unbeatable.
At least, Jiang, Jiang couldn’t resist at all.
Jiang swallowed, his legs trembling, he stammered, “I love you.”
Even just for that face, that voice, he had to love!
Meng Loudi was pleased, his smile radiant, revealing a set of white teeth, and even two cute little fangs.
Jiang was dizzy, vaguely feeling that perhaps, the Mr. Ghost willing to be his wife wasn’t as harmless as he appeared.
But what did it matter?
He was so good-looking, everything could be forgiven.
Jiang’s heart raced down the path of being a superficial lover, unable to be pulled back.
Meng Loudi, satisfied with the confession, looked at the ingredients in the young man’s hand, asking gently, “What would you like to eat? I’ll cook for you.”
Such a gentle and virtuous appearance.
Jiang felt like he had struck it rich.
Jiang steadied his mind, “Let’s cook together.”
Fortunately, the Jiang family home was spacious, over a hundred square meters, and the kitchen was large enough for two men to stand without feeling cramped.
After the initial shock of good looks, Jiang got over it and looked at the ghost chopping beef, blinking, “Loudi, are you now human or ghost?”
Meng Loudi paused, looking at the young man with a puzzled expression, “This, I’m not very sure… Is this important?”
Seeing the bewilderment on that handsome face, Jiang felt an extra pang of tenderness, “No, not important at all.”
He had agreed to be spouses when Meng Loudi was a ghost, what was there to fear now?
Worst case scenario… neither human nor ghost?
Jiang felt like laughing.
Meng Loudi looked at the young man with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, asking, “Chenyi, why are you laughing?”
“Laughing at myself for being so bold, even daring to take a ghost.” Jiang showed a big, white smile, looking at Mr. Ghost, “Let’s go, I’ll take you to meet my parents.”
The young man pulled Mr. Ghost into a room.
Two memorial tablets were placed on the wooden table inside.
Jiang pulled Mr. Ghost down to kneel, saying, “Mom and Dad, I’m in a relationship now, and I’ve brought someone to meet you. Whether you approve or not, I don’t care, I like him, and that’s that.”
Meng Loudi listened to the young man’s childish words with a gentle expression, “Loudi greets you both.”
Before Mr. Ghost could properly introduce himself, Jiang stood up, pulling him up as well.
“What’s wrong?”
“Let’s go, I’m hungry.” Saying this, the young man whispered into Mr. Ghost’s ear, “I’m afraid if you stay too long, they’ll get angry. Give them some time to adjust.”
“Okay.” Naturally, Meng Loudi complied with everything.
The two left and went to the kitchen, where Jiang prepared the pot with a beaming smile. Tonight, they would have tomato beef brisket.
Meng Loudi also curved his lips, remaining silent.
