He accompanied Song Yaoyao as he ate a couple bites of breakfast and watched some cartoons for a bit, then Xie Ningwan got up and returned to his desk to pick up some documents and work.
Song Yaoyao naturally let go of his neck, rolled over and hugged the Little Bear Doll, and leaned into the corner of the sofa.
The chattering sound effects of the cartoons lingered in the president’s office, which was usually serious and proper. Xie Ningwan sat in his office chair, focusing on the documents amid this background noise.
After one episode of the cartoon finished, Song Yaoyao’s mood had already recovered. He looked up at Xie Ningwan, who was seriously working, took the initiative to turn off the tablet, floated up and circled behind Xie Ningwan, then pounced onto his back.
“Not watching anymore?” Feeling the slight weight on his shoulders, Xie Ningwan didn’t turn his head. His gaze remained on the document in his hand as he asked.
“Not watching.” Song Yaoyao lay on his back with his head resting on his shoulder, rocking it side to side.
“I’m going to study.” Seeing the papers in front of Xie Ningwan, Song Yaoyao returned to the swivel chair opposite him, sat down, took out his own book, placed it on the desk, and sat facing Xie Ningwan.
Xie Ningwan smiled. “Good, keep it up.”
One person and one little ghost sat facing each other. Song Yaoyao looked at his book but still thought of the scene where he had just scared the secretary. He pursed his lips, couldn’t hold back, took out the notepad from the Little Bear Doll’s belly pocket, and wrote with his head down.
A small note was pushed over from across the desk. Xie Ningwan looked up.
The handwriting on the notepad was neat and elegant, much more orderly than last time. A hint of amusement flashed in Xie Ningwan’s eyes first, then he seriously read the words.
【Actually, besides me, there are two other ghosts in the company. They’re even scarier than me.】
There was also a somewhat unhappy emoticon at the end of the sentence.
Xie Ningwan raised an eyebrow, the amusement in his eyes growing deeper as he realized this little ghost was indignant about something.
He didn’t speak directly but accompanied Song Yaoyao in writing notes. Below the line Song Yaoyao had written, he replied in his mature, sharp penmanship: 【Really?】
Seeing that Xie Ningwan seemed interested, Song Yaoyao continued writing: 【Really! They’re super scary. They even have names. One is called Mop Head.】He didn’t remember the other’s name.
He skipped it and wrote: 【They’re in the floor’s restroom, really fierce.】
He straightforwardly wrote down everything that had happened between him and those two big ghosts in dense detail for Xie Ningwan to see.
When he looked up, ready to hand the note to Xie Ningwan, he discovered that Xie Ningwan had been smiling the whole time.
“Anyway, they’re really scary.” Song Yaoyao pouted and muttered.
“Mm, they’re really scary.” Xie Ningwan took the note and read its contents. “But you’re not that scary.” He went along with what Song Yaoyao meant.
“I’m not the terrifying kind of ghost,” Song Yaoyao said.
“Mm, you’re the cute kind of ghost.” Xie Ningwan held back a laugh and coaxed him.
Song Yaoyao was very satisfied now, no longer hung up on it. He put away the notepad into the Little Bear Doll’s belly pocket and began to focus on his book.
But after only a short while of being fine, Song Yaoyao suddenly remembered that those two ghosts had said he didn’t have an ID.
According to those two ghosts, if ghosts had IDs too, then Song Yaoyao was definitely an illegal resident.
He’d been outdone again.
“…” Song Yaoyao felt depressed.
.
At quitting time, Song Yaoyao hugged Xie Ningwan’s neck as usual and went home with him.
Xie Ningwan felt like he was carrying an invisible little pendant on his back.
Once home, at bedtime, the man and the ghost once again reached a standoff.
Xie Ningwan originally watched as Song Yaoyao took the Little Bear Doll back to the room next to the study that belonged to him, then he himself returned to the master bedroom, sat against the headboard with his laptop, and handled the remaining work.
He didn’t expect that when he finished working and planned to set down the laptop to sleep, as the laptop screen went dark, it reflected a little specter Fufu on the pillow beside him.
“…” Xie Ningwan. “Song Yaoyao.”
“I’m just going to sleep here with you tonight.” Song Yaoyao spoke up directly this time. Though he didn’t have much reason on his side, he was bold about it.
Xie Ningwan rubbed his brow. After so many times, he had already seen through this rogue little ghost’s thick skin. If he didn’t let him sleep there, he’d sneak up in the middle of the night anyway. Helplessly, he chuckled lightly and shook his head. “Alright, go to sleep.”
Seeing Xie Ningwan fully compromise, Song Yaoyao even went back to his own room to fetch the Little Bear Doll that was lying all alone in the middle of the bed, placed it openly on the bed, and hugged it to sleep together.
After making sure the Little Bear Doll was lying comfortably, Xie Ningwan turned off the warm yellow bedside lamp and went to sleep as well.
Song Yaoyao “thoughtfully” tucked them all in—one person, one ghost, one doll—then squeezed in beside Xie Ningwan.
Late at night.
Song Yaoyao turned over under the covers and quietly opened his eyes, coming face to face with Xie Ningwan.
Xie Ningwan lay peacefully flat. From his angle, he could only see Xie Ningwan’s profile—deep brows and eyes, a straight nose bridge.
Song Yaoyao quietly and carefully moved his head closer, tilted up, and kissed Xie Ningwan’s chin.
It wasn’t quite enough, so he slowly climbed a bit higher and brushed against Xie Ningwan’s face.
Finally, he moved to Xie Ningwan’s lips.
Though he had already stolen kisses from Xie Ningwan twice before, Song Yaoyao still felt a bit nervous. He rubbed his mouth against it, pressed for a moment, then pursed his lips.
He slightly raised his eyes to look at Xie Ningwan’s, wondering what he’d do if Xie Ningwan suddenly woke up right then.
If he woke up—
Then he’d just force a kiss! He was just a ghost anyway.
That’s right, he’d force a kiss.
After psyching himself up, Song Yaoyao pecked Xie Ningwan’s lips a second time.
The System said the most effective method was fluid exchange.
Song Yaoyao hesitated, looked at Xie Ningwan’s lips, slowly lowered his head, held his breath, and tentatively extended the tip of his tongue just a little…
…In the end, he still didn’t dare and only touched it lightly.
Take it step by step.
After the kiss, Song Yaoyao tilted his head up to observe Xie Ningwan. Xie Ningwan was still deep in sleep and hadn’t noticed anything.
It was as if he had accomplished something major. He let out a breath of relief and shrank back into the covers.
Song Yaoyao relaxed and fell asleep hugging the Little Bear Doll.
He didn’t know that a few minutes later, the “sleeping” Xie Ningwan suddenly slowly opened his eyes.
…
Early the next morning, Song Yaoyao, full of energy, balanced the Little Bear Doll on his head and floated around the villa.
He passed by the bathroom where Xie Ningwan was washing up. Song Yaoyao’s eyes darted, he quietly approached from behind, then suddenly poked his head out: “Rawr—!”
The white little specter, now a slightly denser shade, appeared in the mirror.
Xie Ningwan: “…”
Xie Ningwan: “Song Yaoyao.”
Song Yaoyao “grabbed” him at once, pounced onto his back, and perched on his head.
“Am I scary?”
He had changed his attitude about whether he was scary today. Xie Ningwan obliged. “Scary.”
Song Yaoyao nodded in satisfaction and slid down from him, not noticing that Xie Ningwan was unusually calm this morning.
Song Yaoyao’s soul body form was more obvious in mirrors and reflective surfaces, not convenient for going out, so before heading to the company today, Xie Ningwan left him at home.
Song Yaoyao held the Little Bear Doll in one hand and clung to the doorframe at the entrance, watching Xie Ningwan with a somewhat lonely look.
“You stay home and watch TV by yourself.” Xie Ningwan said.
Song Yaoyao nodded, hesitating as if he wanted to say something.
Xie Ningwan turned back to the study and fetched one of his spare phones, handing it to Song Yaoyao.
“If there’s anything, message me. Assistant Lei’s contact is in there too. You know him. If you want cake or ice cream, have him get someone to deliver it.”
“Okay.” Song Yaoyao heard the key words and agreed quickly this time.
Xie Ningwan almost laughed but recalled something, and his expression grew complicated.
“I’m heading out.” He said to Song Yaoyao.
“Bye-bye.” Song Yaoyao raised the Little Bear Doll’s arm and waved it at him.
Xie Ningwan straightened his clothes, stepped out of the villa door, and got into the sedan waiting at the entrance.
On the way to the company, he felt unaccustomed for once. Without a little ghost buzzing around him, it felt empty and too quiet.
At the company, once in the office, Assistant Lei habitually brought coffee and documents, along with a cup of milk and a plate of snacks.
Xie Ningwan glanced at the milk and snacks in his hand and said, “No need for those today.”
“Got it.” Assistant Lei was slightly surprised but acknowledged.
He set down the documents needing Xie Ningwan’s review and the coffee, and was about to turn away with the milk and snacks when Xie Ningwan, seated at the desk, spoke again: “I’ll send you a contact. Take care of him from now on.”
He had finally waited for this day.
Assistant Lei pushed up his glasses, a glint flashing on the lenses as he understood instantly. “Understood, President Xie.”
“…” Xie Ningwan looked up at him expressionlessly and sent him the account from the phone he gave Song Yaoyao.
“He’s at the villa. Have someone send over some desserts, ice cream, and such first.” The ice cream at home had been devoured by the little ghost in one go last time.
“Yes, President Xie.”
Assistant Lei nodded and noted it down, then joked, “Hiding a little treasure in your golden house, eh?”
Xie Ningwan: “You could say that.” There was a ghost at home.
Pretty much.
A little ghost that had appeared inexplicably, was a bit dumb, but unexpectedly very cute.
Very affectionate toward him, seemed to like him a lot, always sticking to him, stealing his clothes, and even sneaking kisses at night—a little pervert ghost.
At that thought, Xie Ningwan rubbed his forehead.
After Assistant Lei left with his orders, Xie Ningwan opened the computer and pulled up the long-unchecked surveillance footage to check on the little ghost at home.
Living room: none.
Study: none.
Bedroom…
Xie Ningwan adjusted the camera range and sure enough, found the little ghost’s trace in the walk-in closet.
An invisible little shadow was wearing his clothes again, even sporting a tie, floating back and forth in front of the mirror as if admiring his figure.
Then, as if not quite satisfied, the little shadow took off the clothes, put them back, lingered in front of the closet for a bit, picked out another outfit, and tried it on again.
…
Xie Ningwan was certain he hesitated in the drawer with his underwear.
After a moment, the little shadow seemed to tire of playing, casually draped on one of his shirts, then climbed onto the master bed and slept in the spot where he had slept last night.
