Chapter 1887: Living with the Ghost Mister: A Few Things 03

Jin Chen's sleep as a ghost is not quite enough.

Mainly, when the sun had just risen, the yang energy seeping into the bedroom was a bit heavy, and Jin Chen felt uncomfortable.

He felt irritable, as if wanting to fight the sun.

But he is now just a ghost.

So he chose to hide in the wardrobe and continue sleeping.

Jin Chen had just gotten up when he saw the bedroom empty, and he murmured doubtfully, "Where's Xiao Mi Feng?"

Ling Gun Gun was also dazed, propping up his head to boot up, 【He went to work.】

"The news office doesn't start work until ten-thirty."

Jin Chen glanced at the wall clock; it was still before eight.

"Where is my big wife!"

Jin Chen's yin resentment aura surged instantly, his gloomy eyes fixed on the door, and he glided through.

A faint human breath came from the side bedroom.

【Don't be angry, don't be angry! Main God is definitely inside!】 Ling Gun Gun hurried to soothe.

A male ghost with strong possessiveness must not be provoked!

Jin Chen passed into the side bedroom, saw the person on the bed, relaxed, and sat dubiously on the bedside, lowering his eyes to look at him.

"Why are you sleeping here?"

Ling Gun Gun guessed: 【Maybe… he got stuck writing the press release last night and wanted to change scenery for inspiration?】

Jin Chen's handsome face tightened, "Not very credible."

His gloomy yet intensely possessive gaze fixed on Xia Tan's face, "I think he noticed me."

And yet we're supposed to take it slow!

Jin Chen felt restless, thinking his wife's previous methods weren't bad either.

Might as well tie him up!

【Think it over, think it over, Host! You're supposed to redeem yourself! Even as a ghost, don't forget!】

Jin Chen could only shake his head regretfully.

Then we'll wait for a suitable time to tie him up.

Coincidentally, Xia Tan finally woke up just then—probably because the cold air conditioning couldn't resist the gloomy aura.

He always felt cold.

Xia Tan shrank into the cool blankets, dazedly turned off the air conditioner, and as he sat up, suddenly thought of something, glancing oddly toward the master bedroom.

Jin Chen sat beside him, looking together.

"What are you looking at?"

Xia Tan couldn't hear.

Xia Tan was thinking.

The landlord said…… even if it's probably true.

But this house is cheap.

Thinking of his own remaining bits of chaos, Xia Tan sniffed, patted his chest to comfort himself.

"It's fine, worst case… just pretend not to see."

"Wasn't it fine last night too?"

Now Jin Chen could be certain—last night Xiao Mi Feng really saw him.

"It's fine, seeing him is also fine."

Jin Chen patted Xia Tan's hair from afar, "You're not losing out."

Feeling the icy touch on his head, Xia Tan: "……"

He swooped back into the covers, from hair to toes, murmuring under his breath.

"It's really cold this early morning."

"Can't see, can't see, if you can't see it, it doesn't exist!"

Jin Chen regrettably withdrew his hand, "Alright."

"Xiao Mi Feng isn't disbelieving, nor is he afraid of ghosts, is he?"

Ling Gun Gun thought for a moment, then spoke empathetically.

【Before seeing the ghost of the little world, I also thought I wasn't afraid of ghosts at all!】

The divine realm certainly doesn't have such scary stuff.

——

Jin Chen hadn't provoked Xia Tan for two or three days, fearing to scare him off before he even got settled.

The effect was good; Xia Tan visibly relaxed more and grew increasingly satisfied with the house.

That day, while out on an assignment, Xia Tan received a dinner invitation from Lin Qian, who wanted to introduce him to his new boyfriend.

A certain high-end restaurant.

"Xiao Tan, over here!"

Lin Qian was obviously happy today, pulling Xia Tan to sit down, then happily introducing the man beside him.

"This is Ji Su, whom I mentioned before—my boyfriend."

If Xia Tan applied his work-related sharpness to Lin Qian, he could hear the boast and pride in that remark, but he always lets his guard down with close friends.

Xia Tan politely nodded at Ji Su, then said openly, "Hello, I'm Xia Tan, a good friend of Xiao Lin."

Today's interview site was the badminton stadium; Xia Tan, just back from finishing, was also in all-white sportswear, truly eye-catching, as if unstained by any speck of dirt.

Hello.

Jin Su was dazzled by that bright, lovely smile, his gaze lingering an extra half second; Xia Tan was the first to look away, then smiled and looked toward Lin Qian.

Sure enough, they're quite a match; today's meal isn't a wedding banquet, is it?

Lin Qian's face flushed. "What are you talking about? That's so far-fetched."

Jin Su shyly glanced at his boyfriend beside him, only to see that Lin Qian's gaze had just shifted away from Xia Tan, and his smile subtly froze.

Seeing Xia Tan already focused on cutting her steak, Lin Qian felt a bit regretful; he should have picked another time for a meal—or rather, he just needed to tell Xia Tan that he had a good boyfriend.

Fortunately, Jin Su didn't speak much afterward, letting Xia Tan and Lin Qian chat, only occasionally adding a couple of sentences for Lin Qian.

Until they brought up the June falling-death case.

The Thin Ice News Agency they work for focuses more on social cases; thanks to recent legal reforms, news agencies cooperating with the police can also simultaneously track or investigate cases.

Lin Qian asked in surprise, "Boss, are you still letting us follow this? The case is almost being labeled a cold case by the police—what else could we possibly find?"

Xia Tan had only mentioned it casually; she didn't expect Lin Qian to delve into it here. She glanced at Jin Su without a trace, then smiled at Lin Qian and said, "It's fine, I've got a few leads—let's eat first."

But Jin Su's curiosity had already been piqued; he tilted his head and asked Lin Qian, "What falling-death case? Is it very tricky?"

Lin Qian hummed, "No kidding—otherwise they wouldn't have assigned it to our news agency's top reporter."

"Or Xia Tan, if you explain it again, maybe I can help." Lin Qian said grinning.

Xia Tan: "……"

He made a bitter-gourd face, "All right, Xiao Lin, I finally get to eat, and now we have to talk work."

"Might as well eat your dog food then."

Xia Tan playfully blinked, resting her chin on her hands, "How about you tell us how you met and fell in love?"

"Also let this single dog, poisoned by work, get a taste of sweetness."

Xia Tan's somewhat envious gaze let Lin Qian's vanity swell with satisfaction, so much that he forgot about the falling-death case, sweetly embracing Jin Su's arm.

"All right, let me think about where to start."

At that moment, in the flat.

It had already been an hour and a half past Xia Tan's usual time to head home.

Jin Chen unexpectedly floated onto the balcony, his fifth attempt to leave failing.

【Stay calm! Deep—breath!】

Ling Gun Gun was just about to fly out to intercept him.

Jin Chen suddenly caught sight of a gray ghost passing by downstairs.

The lowest level, the most harmless kind.

"Hey you, come here."

A voice thick with heavy, eerie ghostly energy reached the ghost's ears, frightening it so much it almost vanished on the spot.

"Great great great adult! I was just passing by, I didn't mean to intrude on your territory."

The ghost bowed with eyes closed in apology.

Jin Chen: "…… I'm behind you."

The ghost turned around to apologize.

"Come up, I have something to ask you."

The ghost thought it was done for.