Chapter 1896: Living with Mr. Ghost: A Few Things 12

The somewhat drunk Xia Tan, after finishing processing that sentence's information, hurriedly thanked Shao Dong's liking.

Then she politely rejected this confession.

You're a great colleague, but I'm sorry, I don't want to date right now.

He'll probably be bullied to death by Jin Chen.

Xia Tan thought that for no reason.

But he never expected that upon hearing the rejection, Shao Dong's face would instantly change.

You disagree? I really like you! Why won't you agree?

Shao Dong, who usually carries a camera, is much larger than Xia Tan, and when he gets angry he's even more frightening.

What do you mean you still don't want to date? Am I not good to you usually?

Shao Dong, calm down!

Xia Tan felt something off, stepped back a few steps, and solemnly interrupted him: "I'm really grateful for your liking, but..."

No 'but'!

Shao Dong lunged forward, the emotion of not getting a response suddenly swelled, and he shouted without restraint.

I get it! You're not just unwilling to date; you think my position isn't enough, right?

You were so good to your former boss? Your rapid promotion must have been by sleeping with him! No wonder you're so dissatisfied with your current boss—he won't let you sleep your way to the top.

What nonsense are you spouting!

Xia Tan, angry, punched him, his expression cold: "Shao Dong, you're crazy!"

Shao Dong was hit, his head tilted, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, pain making him twitch: "You dare hit me!"

I'll have you today! At least I won't lose out!

Xia Tan couldn't match his strength; when his arm was grabbed, he felt a chill all over, bent his knees and struggled: "Let go! You lunatic!"

Xiao Lin! Lin Qian!

Xia Tan could only hope his friend who just went out would help, but the thick private room door didn't open, only Shao Dong's mockery.

Even if the heavenly king himself came today, he couldn't save... ah!

Shao Dong was suddenly seized by an unknown force at the throat, his whole body instantly went limp, and he was lifted into the air.

He panicked, his legs uncontrollably struggling, desperately beating his throat, but the air grew thinner and thinner.

"Save me... save me!" The cry for help squeezed from his throat sounded ludicrous and pitiful.

Xia Tan went limp and sat down on the ground, seeing this he felt surprised and touched his right shoulder: "Jin Chen..."

"Not too stupid, you know to call my name."

Jin Chen's low voice came from the side; Xia Tan couldn't believe it, looked up, and suddenly saw a man in mysterious, noble attire on the sofa.

You are... Jin Chen.

This was the first time he had seen Jin Chen's physical form, yet strangely he didn't feel unfamiliar, and even felt a sourness at the tip of his nose.

Jin Chen.

Xia Tan cried out again with a sobbing tone.

This was Jin Chen's second time saving him.

Jin Chen stood up, extended his hand toward him: "Come here."

Xia Tan felt wronged, his voice trembling: "I have no strength."

"Jin Chen, I have no strength left..."

Jin Chen glanced at Shao Dong, who was in great fear, without a trace, then walked straight to the corner and held Xia Tan like a child.

The familiar agarwood scent enveloped Xia Tan; he felt only safety, not the earlier nausea and chill.

Xia Tan suddenly recalled that even when being bullied by Jin Chen at home, he had never felt that way.

Xia Tan's body still trembled with fright, his hands tightly gripping Jin Chen's neck, head bowed, softly sobbing.

Jin Chen seemed not to see Shao Dong, who was about to be strangled in midair.

He held Xia Tan as they sat down, arms around his waist, lowered his head and kissed the tear‑wet cheek, saying, "I'll teach him a lesson, don't cry."

Being kissed made Xia Tan a little embarrassed, especially in plain sight, which was completely unlike before.

He turned his head and buried it in Jin Chen's shoulder, giving a muffled nod.

Jin Chen then once again directed his cold gaze at Shao Dong, seemingly considering how to act.

Shao Dong had no idea who this person who suddenly appeared was—human or ghost.

But judging by the situation, the possibility of him being a ghost is greater.

Shao Dong panicked, tried to call for help but couldn't make a sound, only emitting muffled noises.

Jin Chen's eyes instantly turned somewhat scarlet; he stared at Shao Dong without moving, yet lowered his head to kiss Xia Tan's ear, saying, "What if I kill him?"

He said that offhandedly.

It left no doubt that he could really do it.

Shao Dong stared wide‑eyed in terror, struggling even harder.

Xia Tan shook his head, looked up at Jin Chen, the corners of his eyes also red, a little choked up as he said, "Don't kill anyone else."

"Alright, then I'll just scare him."

Jin Chen was quite easygoing, and he pinched the little bee's reddened nose, asking, "How about that?"

"Hmm..."

Xia Tan didn't even want to look back, buried himself again, and Jin Chen rubbed his head.

Jin Chen slightly lifted his hand, turning Shao Dong's tightly bound black mist into a huge net that completely enveloped him, then it rushed into his eyes.

"Tonight, in your hallucination you will see the thing you fear most."

Jin Chen slapped Shao Dong hard from a distance; the strong man was sent rolling on the ground several times, blood spurting from his throat.

Wish you a pleasant evening.

And the one outside.

Lin Qian, peeking through the door gap, gasped and hastily closed the door; his chest throbbed uncontrollably, his pupils quivering.

Ghost…

Xia Tan is actually with a ghost!

——

Jin Chen appeared at the back door of the bar holding Xia Tan.

He pinched Xia Tan's earlobe, "Call a car, go home."

Xia Tan stared, lifted his head from his embrace, "You also need to take a car home? I thought..."

Jin Chen retorted unhappily, "I could fly back, can you handle it?"

"Otherwise, you take a taxi yourself."

Xia Tan hurriedly refused, tightly gripping Jin Chen's shoulder, "No… don't leave me."

He was too scared.

This kind of lingering fear cannot dissipate in a short time.

When Xia Tan took a taxi and sat in the back seat, the cold wind outside finally made him barely regain composure, he uncontrollably turned his head to look at Jin Chen beside him.

Having heard Jin Chen's voice earlier, Xia Tan guessed he must be very young, but he didn't expect that he looked only a few years older, his every gesture exuding attractive charm, his appearance...

Handsomeness beyond worldly standards.

Xia Tan so evaluated.

Xia Tan's face inexplicably flushed; he was drawn to the red mole adorning Jin Chen's left eye, unable to look away, and in an instant Jin Chen fixed his gaze on him, boldly wrapping his arms around Xia Tan's waist.

Xia Tan startled, yet dared not struggle, fearing the driver would notice, he forced himself to pry Jin Chen's hand away.

"What are you hiding for? Look as much as you want."

Jin Chen smiled, moved close, his face barely half an inch from Xia Tan's nose; a slight lowering of his head would let him kiss him.

At that moment, the driver up front trembled, "Little brother… what exactly are you looking at?"

"Don't look at this hour, I'm scared."

Jin Chen: "……"

Xia Tan: "……"

Xia Tan lowered his head, suppressing laughter, blinked at Jin Chen, and was warned by a poke to his lower back.

"I'll teach you a lesson when we get back."