Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 91

Jiang awoke from his cozy slumber around seven in the evening, feeling a bit dazed.

What was going on?

Ah, Meng Loudi.

The young man clutched at the other’s clothing, inhaling the cool scent as if to confirm his presence.

Mr. Ghost opened his eyes, gently caressing Jiang’s reddened eyelids with his fingertips. “Still feeling uncomfortable?”

“No,” Jiang Chenyi replied, slightly embarrassed, turning his head.

He felt like a playboy, having spoken harsh words to Meng Loudi, yet Meng Loudi didn’t leave, instead coming back for more.

In hindsight, he realized how excessive and hurtful his words had been.

Meng Loudi looked at his lover’s face, tinged with shame, and understood.

Now, Chenyi wouldn’t push him away anymore.

Mr. Ghost smiled, leaning closer to Jiang Chenyi. “Chenyi, I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ll wait until you’re ready to talk.”

His eyes were like autumn waters, brows slightly furrowed, a picture of sorrow.

Jiang looked at Mr. Ghost’s face and felt the tears welling up again.

He hugged the other’s neck, nuzzling and crying, “It’s okay, really okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

“There, there, don’t cry,” Meng Loudi’s face tensed. Clearly, something was wrong.

Why had he coughed up blood?

What was happening with his body?

Why wouldn’t he tell him?

Was it because of him that things had turned out this way?

Sometimes, Mr. Ghost’s intuition was frighteningly sharp.

Jiang started shedding tears again.

Meng Loudi managed to soothe him.

Jiang, looking pitiful, snuggled in the blanket, sniffling.

Mr. Ghost pinched his cheek, smiling. “Finally stopped crying. Alright, let’s eat. Hungry? I saw you bought so many ingredients but haven’t had a proper meal.”

“Yeah, noodles,” Jiang Chenyi nodded.

Meng Loudi lifted him, blanket and all, and placed him on the sofa, kissing his forehead. “Wait here, I’ll make noodles quickly. Want shrimp? I saw you bought some.”

“Okay,” Jiang sat on the sofa, nodding obediently.

Meng Loudi headed to the kitchen, preparing the noodles and ingredients.

Jiang Chenyi rubbed his nose, feeling a warmth in his heart.

Honestly, he felt like he was always waiting for Mr. Ghost to come to him.

He knew in his heart that Mr. Ghost would find him.

Such a wicked presence.

Jiang Chenyi looked at his fingers.

Pale and slender, with pink at the tips.

Not quite the fingers of someone on the brink of death.

The little black cat slid down from the bed, scampering out and pawing at the sofa leg, meowing.

Jiang Chenyi looked at the little black furball, smiled, and reached out to scoop it up into his arms.

“Good kitty,” he murmured.

The little black cat: “Meow~”

Jiang Chenyi gazed toward the kitchen, his eyes softening.

The little black cat nestled in his arms, while Jiang Chenyi stared blankly in that direction.

Then Mr. Ghost came out holding a large bowl of noodles and placed it on the coffee table.

The noodles were garnished with vibrant green vegetables and some orange shrimp, and the broth was rich and aromatic.

“Come on, let’s eat together,” Mr. Ghost said, holding two pairs of chopsticks and a spoon.

“What about it?” Jiang asked, lifting the little black cat’s paw with a questioning look on his face.

Meng Loudi: “…”

You’re my wife, I cook for you, what does it count for?

Despite his internal grumbling, he went back into the kitchen, scooped out a little noodles from the pot, picked out two shrimp, rinsed them with cold water, and brought them out.

Mr. Ghost lifted the little black cat and placed it on the coffee table, setting a small bowl in front of it.

“Eat,” Meng Loudi said.

The little black cat obediently sat on the table, lifted its little head to look at the man, then buried its face in the bowl.

Jiang watched it, worried it might accidentally tip itself into the bowl.

Seeing the little black cat tiptoeing and slurping the noodles, Jiang Chenyi smiled.

Mr. Ghost, noticing the young man’s smile, felt a pang of jealousy. He leaned over, resting his chin on Jiang’s shoulder, and asked, “You’re so good to a little kitten, Chenyi, why did you leave me?”

Jiang Chenyi’s breath caught.

Mr. Ghost’s dark eyes were filled with discontent. He opened his mouth, revealing his teeth, and bit Jiang’s earlobe, rolling it in his mouth as he asked, “Why aren’t you answering?”

Jiang Chenyi lowered his gaze, his fingers clenching his pants.

How should he explain?

Mr. Ghost sensed his lover’s tension and sighed, “I really can’t do anything about you. Come on, let’s eat first.”

Jiang took the chopsticks. Whether he said it sooner or later, it had to be said, but perhaps later would be better.

They ate their meal in silence.

Mr. Ghost naturally took the dishes to the kitchen, washed them, and then pulled the young man up from the sofa.

During the time he was washing dishes, Jiang Chenyi just sat there like a little fool.

Jiang was led by him into the bedroom.

The little black cat sat on the sofa, straightened up, and its green eyes stared intently at the door.

Then the door closed.

“Meow?”

After Mr. Ghost shut the door tightly, he embraced the young man, burying his head in his neck.

“Chenyi, I missed you so much.”

Jiang Chenyi clenched his fists, but still reached out, wrapping his arms around the other’s back, “Mm.”

I missed you too, so much.

“Why did you leave? Why did you leave me?” Mr. Ghost lifted his head, looking into his eyes, “Was it because of me?”

“No.”

“Then why? You found such a counterfeit, Jiang Chenyi, do you think anyone can replace you?” Meng Loudi bit his lip hard, his hands gripping the young man’s arms.

It hurt a little.

But it didn’t matter.

Jiang Chenyi smiled, “Can’t they? As long as they look alike, isn’t that enough? He looks a lot like me, right? If someone isn’t familiar, they might mistake him.”

“…What are you saying?” Mr. Ghost’s eyes widened.

How could he say something like that with a smile?

Jiang Chenyi looked at him. He really couldn’t go on; if they continued, it would end badly for both of them.

No matter what, it had to end.

“I said, I only gave you warmth, and that’s why you’re attached to me, isn’t it? You should know what kind of person I am, right? I may look warm on the outside, but inside, I’m cold-blooded to the core, not even a normal human.”

Jiang Chenyi lost his smile, speaking with a cold detachment.

“It’s just two lonely souls seeking warmth from each other, Meng Loudi. Do you really think this is such a big deal? You’ve lived for so long, yet you remain so naively laughable. We’ve parted ways, so why chase after me now? Isn’t it ridiculous?!”

He kept telling himself that they meant nothing to each other.

Absolutely nothing!

Meng Loudi looked at the young man with a hardened expression and suddenly laughed.

His laughter was still captivating, like the night-blooming jasmine under the spring moon, its subtle fragrance lingering in his voice.

“Chenyi, it’s because of me, isn’t it?”

He was certain now.

Why was his beloved treating him with such coldness?

Because there were things he wanted to hide, things that would drive him insane.

These things were even more maddening and detestable than Jiang Chenyi leaving him.

The ghost’s fingertips gently traced the outline of the young man, as if sighing, “Is it because of me that Chenyi has become like this?”

Jiang Chenyi met his gaze.

Finally, he saw the other side.

Like a venomous snake hidden beneath the flowers, cloaked in the beautiful moonlight.

Finally, it revealed its fangs.

He was the prey.

Under the gaze of his predator, he couldn’t move.

Jiang Chenyi, overwhelmed by the fear spreading within him, could only look at him in terror.

“Is it true?” Mr. Ghost bent down, his face close to Jiang’s, his breath brushing against Jiang’s lips, “Tell me, dear.”

A kiss of intimacy, a kiss of sweetness, a kiss of death.

Mr. Ghost pulled back slightly, observing the young man’s brown eyes, which now held shadows of fear and dread.

Beautiful.

“Still not telling me?”

Meng Loudi already knew.

Because of him, his Jiang Chenyi seemed on the verge of collapse.

Why?

Why was his cherished treasure hurt?

Was it because of love?

Because he loved him, he had to suffer.

Jiang Chenyi felt himself suffocating. He swallowed, wanting to speak, but found himself unable to move under the terrifying aura of the other.

Mr. Ghost’s kiss gently fell.

“It’s okay, I understand now. You’re very scared, aren’t you? It’s okay, you’ve hidden it for so long, it must have been exhausting. It’s all over now.

Lean on me, Chenyi, my Chenyi, my dear Niang Zi, you won’t die. I’ll keep you safe in my grasp.”

Mr. Ghost gently kissed him, then parted his vivid lips, leaving deep marks on the slender neck.

Blood oozed out.

Jiang Chenyi let out a pained groan.

A slender tongue licked the blood droplets, madness swirling in those crimson eyes, “I’m sorry, Chenyi. I’ll protect you well, don’t worry, nothing will happen.”

Mr. Ghost remained a beautiful yet sinister portrait.

But Jiang Chenyi could feel the violence beneath that beautiful facade.

He couldn’t resist, couldn’t refuse, couldn’t let go.

Jiang Chenyi clutched the other’s shoulders.

Meng Loudi, you brought this on yourself.

If we’re going to hell, we’ll go together.

Clearly, it should have been just him going to hell, so why join in?

Mr. Ghost watched the person in his arms from night till dawn.

The person in his arms now truly didn’t look like a normal human.

Skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, even the eyes carried an ambiguous aura.

What was Jiang Chenyi like in the beginning?

His skin was pale too, but not this kind of pale, it was the pallor of someone who stayed indoors too much.

His lips were faintly colored, often dry.

The whole person was shrouded in a layer of melancholy and coldness.

But when he smiled, it made people happy.

That was the Jiang Chenyi of the past.

The Chenyi of now was his creation, and he had to take responsibility.

The little black cat had somehow entered the room, sitting on the floor, watching the two on the bed, letting out a weak meow.

It was hungry, hadn’t eaten all night.

Its stomach was so empty, like a hollow little purse.

“Meow-meow.”

Meng Loudi noticed the little creature below, and in a better mood, Mr. Ghost got out of bed and went into the kitchen, where there was a notebook for cat meals.

“Let’s cook.”

Mr. Ghost calmly began to prepare food.

Then, he remembered last night’s events.

Although after venting, his mood had calmed somewhat.

But Jiang Chenyi’s problem needed to be solved.

Otherwise, they would go to hell together.

Thinking of this, Mr. Ghost’s eyes showed an unstoppable fierceness.