Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 90

Mr. Ghost watched the little black ball being pampered by Jiang Chenyi.

His heart was filled with resentment.

Such an annoying little cripple.

Then Mr. Ghost followed the young man throughout his day, like a specter, never leaving his side.

Not even sparing him during bathroom visits.

Meng Loudi observed his beloved’s actions.

Everything seemed normal.

What could possibly have driven Jiang Chenyi away from him?

Could it be that he was truly tired of him?

Please, don’t let it be so.

Meng Loudi pondered, if Jiang Chenyi was indeed tired, then he would lock him up.

Sooner or later, Chenyi would fall in love with him again.

Then Mr. Ghost, stealthily and with a sense of entitlement, began shadowing the young man.

With agile movements, Mr. Ghost always managed to avoid the young man’s notice.

And when night fell, as the young man slept, he would knock out the little kitten and contentedly hold his dear wife as he slept.

Until the afternoon of the third day.

Meng Loudi stood behind Jiang Chenyi, watching him pet the cat, feeling an overwhelming jealousy.

Suddenly, the young man’s expression changed, and he tossed the kitten onto the sofa, rushing into the bathroom.

Meng Loudi followed quickly, only to be met with a pool of blood.

Jiang Chenyi was still vomiting blood, dry heaving.

Mr. Ghost was shocked, rushing over to ask, “Chenyi, you…”

Mr. Ghost had remained silent, but Jiang was startled by the sudden voice, looking towards the door.

Meng Loudi lifted the spell’s effect, gazing at his anxious lover, his voice hoarse, “Is this why… you left me?”

Mr. Ghost’s dark eyes glistened, as if tears were about to fall.

Jiang Chenyi’s heart clenched.

But now!

“What are you doing here?!” The young man’s tone was harsh, demanding.

Mr. Ghost stepped forward, gripping his shoulders, demanding, “Don’t change the subject! Chenyi, tell me, what’s going on!”

“…” Jiang Chenyi turned his head away, refusing to look at him.

Finally, Mr. Ghost’s tears fell, as he stubbornly asked, “Tell me, what’s happening, why are you vomiting blood? Or have you been like this all along, hiding it from me?”

He recalled the peculiarities in Jiang Chenyi’s behavior from before.

Not going to work with him, the strange actions in the bathroom.

“When did it start? Chenyi, why didn’t you tell me?” Meng Loudi asked, voice trembling.

“Why should I tell you? What relationship do we have?” The young man’s gaze was cold, glaring at him as if he were a stranger, “Now, stay away from me, alright! We have no relationship anymore, and I don’t want to have any!”

Mr. Ghost was taken aback.

Jiang Chenyi shook off his hand, sneering, “What? I’ve made myself clear, haven’t I? Meng Loudi, do you have no self-respect at all?!

What do you think you’re doing?! Sneaking around like a rat in the gutter, spying in someone else’s home, what do you think you’re doing?!

I told you, I’m tired of it. Even the best things, if you have too much, you’ll want to throw up, do you understand?!”

The young man shoved him away, glaring fiercely, and shouted, “Can you just get out of my house already?! Looking at you makes me sick!”

Meng Loudi felt a chill run through his body. He raised his hand, wanting to say something, but no words came out.

What could he say?

How could it be so cruel…

Didn’t he care about his feelings at all?

Chenyi, his heart was breaking now.

Jiang Chenyi didn’t even glance at him, storming into his bedroom and slamming the door shut, followed by the sound of the lock clicking into place.

Meng Loudi stood there, staring at the closed door, at a loss.

What should he do?

What could he do to make Jiang Chenyi be like he was before?

The little black cat struggled down from the sofa, trotting to the door and pawing at it, meowing softly.

But there was no response from inside.

The scent of blood wafted from the bathroom, finally snapping Mr. Ghost back to his senses.

No, things weren’t like that.

The words Jiang Chenyi had just said were meant to drive him away.

But Meng Loudi wouldn’t leave; he couldn’t let Jiang Chenyi stay here alone.

Mr. Ghost looked at the bloodstains in the sink, turned on the faucet to wash them away, and then walked to Jiang Chenyi’s tightly shut bedroom door.

The little black cat watched him warily, its fur bristling, baring its teeth, as if afraid he might do something.

Mr. Ghost sighed, knocked on the door, and called out, “Chenyi.”

Jiang Chenyi’s apartment didn’t have great soundproofing.

Mr. Ghost’s voice barely made it through the door.

Jiang tasted the metallic tang of blood in his mouth, feeling disgusted. He picked up a cup of water, rinsed his mouth, and spat the water into the trash can.

Mr. Ghost knew he could hear him.

“Chenyi, come out, let’s talk, okay?”

Mr. Ghost leaned his head against the door.

“Let’s talk it over and figure out what to do. No matter what, let’s face it together, okay?”

“Chenyi, come out. Didn’t we agree? We were going to Chongqing; you wanted to try authentic hot and sour vermicelli, right?

Let’s go together. We can visit other places too. Didn’t you want to go to Yunnan? It would be interesting there too, let’s go together.

We still have holidays to celebrate. We missed our anniversary, and our three-year anniversary is coming up, right?

And Chenyi’s birthday is soon. I want to celebrate it with you. We missed the previous ones, and I want to make up for it…

I didn’t know before, but now I want to make it up to you-dates, trips, every Valentine’s Day, and every outing.

Chenyi, I want to live with you, to be together for a long time. Chenyi, can you tell me what’s really going on?”

Mr. Ghost’s voice was choked with emotion.

He was truly afraid, terrified that the treasure he cherished would suddenly disappear without him knowing.

The little black cat watched the man whose tears were falling, tilting its head.

Though his presence was intimidating, he seemed so sad now.

The little black cat looked at him, uncertainly tilting its head.

Jiang Chenyi curled up under the covers, covering his ears, trying to deceive himself.

Can’t hear, can’t hear, can’t hear anything.

Just leave, just go away.

Mr. Ghost whispered, “Chenyi, I’m so scared. Can you tell me why? I’m really terrified. If anything happens to you, what will I do? Chenyi, I can’t go on without you. Have you forgotten? It’s because of you that I have a body. Chenyi, have you abandoned me?”

Meng Loudi sobbed like a child who had been left behind.

He looked at the door, so thin yet seemingly creating two separate worlds.

In this world, there was him; in that world, there was him.

It shouldn’t be like this. They were supposed to be in the same world.

“Chenyi, I was wrong. I’ll behave from now on, okay? Meng Jiang is still waiting for you at home. Let’s go back. I’ll take you home. No matter what, I’ll handle it. You can’t just leave me like this. Chenyi, I’m begging you. Really, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything. Please come out, okay?”

Meng Loudi pleaded.

Perhaps a thousand years ago, he never imagined he would one day beg someone else.

But now, he was humbly pleading.

He had already lost when he decided to cling to Jiang Chenyi, drawing warmth from a human. He had lost.

Mr. Ghost kept talking.

The little black cat somehow found its way to his feet, extending a trembling little paw to touch his leg.

Mr. Ghost looked at the tiny creature that seemed to be comforting him and sniffed.

“Chenyi.” His voice was hoarse, filled with a plea.

Still, there was no response.

Mr. Ghost grasped the doorknob and gently twisted it.

A locked door meant nothing to a ghost.

He walked in.

The dusk light was dim, filling the room with the warm color of sunlight.

The blanket was bunched up into a lump.

The man slowly approached.

Hearing footsteps, Jiang Chenyi shifted but didn’t scold him.

Mr. Ghost sat on the bed, leaned down, and embraced the lump, saying, “Chenyi, look at me, please?”

Jiang Chenyi’s head emerged from the blanket, his face tear-streaked, his nose red from crying. He glared at him while wiping his nose with a tissue, “No!”

Meng Loudi chuckled, holding him close, his dark eyes brimming with emotion. “It’s good. You’re finally talking to me.”

Jiang’s tears flowed like a river, and he whimpered, “Are you even human?! After everything I said, you still have the nerve to come here. Are you crazy? You dog man, bastard! Idiot! Idiot Meng Loudi! Get out!”

“I’m not leaving. I won’t leave. My Chenyi is here. I can’t leave. Even if I have to go, I’ll take Chenyi with me,” Mr. Ghost said, wiping away his tears, his heart aching.

Jiang Chenyi finally couldn’t hold it in anymore and crashed into his chest, wailing.

He cried his heart out.

“Ugh, you jerk, ugh, I hate you, I hate you so much!”

Mr. Ghost held him, soothingly.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry. I’m here, Chenyi. Be good. It’s okay. I’m here.”

Jiang Chenyi cried until he started hiccupping.

Mr. Ghost watched his lover, who was crying messily with his hand over his mouth, “There, there.”

“Not there!” Jiang retorted defiantly.

“Alright, not there.” Meng Loudi was willing to agree to anything now.

Jiang lay in his arms, sobbing quietly, saying nothing.

If he told Meng Loudi that he was really dying because of him, Mr. Ghost would surely go mad.

Mr. Ghost coaxed him, not rushing to find out why.

Right now, their Chenyi seemed very upset.

If he could just comfort him, everything would be fine.

Jiang cried until he was exhausted, clinging to the other’s arm, whimpering as he tried to close his eyes.

Mr. Ghost lay down with him, saying, “Be good, let’s sleep.”

“Mmm.” Jiang snuggled against him. Mr. Ghost gently wiped away his tears with a tissue, then kissed his lips, holding him close and feeling the person in his arms, slowly relaxing.

The little black cat trotted over from the doorway, pawing at the bedspread, letting out a soft meow.

Mr. Ghost thought for a moment, and the little black cat floated up and landed on the other side of the bed.

Mr. Ghost looked at the slightly bristling little black cat and said, “Shh.”

The little black cat watched him, took a couple of steps back, and lay down on the blanket, eyeing him warily.

Mr. Ghost didn’t mind, holding Jiang Chenyi as he drifted into a deep sleep.

It was wonderful to be able to sleep with Chenyi in his arms.

When Chenyi woke up again, they could have a proper talk.