Chapter 14: The Little Ghost Sneakily Climbs into Someone’s Bed

Song Yaoyao himself, who had caused this scene, was still unaware of it. He crouched on Xie Ningwan’s head and watched him swiftly and decisively handle the matter of the stolen office documents.

Xie Ningwan dealt with all the personnel involved in the incident cleanly and decisively. His actions were so rapid that even Song Yaoyao had not fully reacted.

No wonder he was the protagonist. Song Yaoyao felt proud. He was now one with Xie Ningwan, so watching him perform so impressively filled him with a sense of pride by association.

Meanwhile, although Lin Guan knew the matter would come to light and that, with Xie Ningwan’s methods, he would not be able to hide for long, he had not expected things to fall apart so quickly. Fortunately, he had already transmitted the files to the people above, so he immediately called to seek protection.

He hid in a corner of the company stairwell and hurriedly called Xie Ming—the Xie Family’s second young master and Xie Ningwan’s second uncle.

The call connected quickly. Lin Guan had just opened his mouth: “You said that after the deed was done, you would ensure I retreated unscathed…”

Before he could finish his sentence, an angry roar came from the other end: “Has the deed been done? Take a look at what you sent me!”

“What…?” Lin Guan looked incredulous.

He wanted to press further, but the other side hung up directly.

How was that possible?

Lin Guan’s heart sank. He redialed while pacing at the stairwell entrance, anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

He had clearly confirmed that those were the core files from Xie Ningwan’s computer recently. How could there be a problem?

Could it be that Xie Ningwan had seen through their actions from the start, always on guard, and deliberately placed something else inside? Lin Guan’s spirits sank, a huge stone weighing on his chest.

It was only later, during the investigation of Lin Guan, that Xie Ningwan learned from his reaction that the copied files were incorrect. This was something he had not anticipated.

Although he had been on guard beforehand, he had not deliberately altered the contents of the files.

Someone else had accessed his computer.

Besides himself, who else could tamper with his computer without his knowledge, undetected…

Xie Ningwan’s brow twitched slightly as he thought of a certain little ghost.

“I don’t know the specific contents of the USB drive. I just followed their instructions, transmitted what’s inside, and never looked at it myself.” Lin Guan stood before Xie Ningwan, struggling to defend himself. “Considering that no real secrets were leaked, President Xie, please be merciful… Right, and I can reveal their entire plan, I—”

Xie Ningwan had someone take Lin Guan away without listening to his pleas any further.

As for who had sent Lin Guan, Xie Ningwan did not even need to ask.

…In any case, it was his dear second uncle, third uncle, or one of his cousins around his age.

Lately, besides company affairs, he had not stopped investigating the case of his parents’ deaths. It seemed someone was getting uneasy.

Xie Ningwan pondered darkly and let out a light chuckle, though there was no mirth in his eyes.

Moments later, he composed his emotions and turned his attention back to a certain little ghost.

This little ghost not only hung around him mooching food and drink but also helped him deal with people. Xie Ningwan’s lips curved slightly, and he shook his head.

That evening, before returning home, Xie Ningwan had his assistant buy some cakes and ice cream, which he placed in the villa’s refrigerator.

The previous batch of ice cream had been pilfered down to single digits and had not decreased further lately. It seemed the little ghost feared discovery and dared not eat more.

Xie Ningwan filled the refrigerator, laying a trap.

That night, however, Song Yaoyao did not sneak off to steal ice cream. He had something even bolder in mind.

It was a dark, windy night under a full moon.

In a suburban villa district, it was already early morning. Every household had turned off their lights and fallen asleep, shrouded in pitch-black silence.

In the master bedroom of one villa, the owner was already asleep, the room pitch-black and silent.

Suddenly, the bedroom door cracked open slightly, and a small shadow poked its head in cautiously.

“Will I really not be discovered like this?” the little ghost Song Yaoyao asked nervously in a small voice from the bedroom doorway.

【No.】 the System replied.

“What if I’m discovered? Will I be caught?” Song Yaoyao asked. “Does this world have ghost catchers? Like celestial masters or something. What if Xie Ningwan discovers me and calls in some old celestial master to catch me?”

【No.】

“But those two ghosts I met at Xie Ningwan’s company last time said…”

Song Yaoyao recounted recent events to the System, mentioning Mop Head and Skinny Bamboo Pole. The System seemed very busy and only appeared occasionally to speak with Song Yaoyao.

【You are different from them.】 the System said. 【You are managed by the System and do not belong to the same dimension as them. You are not a ghost in the true sense; you merely exist temporarily in soul form.】

【Furthermore, you need not worry. Scans show you are not rejected by this world’s plane or its protagonist.】

“Alright then.” Song Yaoyao psyched himself up.

“Screech…”

The master bedroom door was slowly pushed open by a small shadow, the sound like a special effect from a horror movie.

Confirming that the only sound in the room was even breathing and that the occupant was asleep, the small shadow slipped inside.

The person on the bed breathed lightly and steadily.

Like in a horror movie, the small shadow approached slowly, stood at the bedside, and looked down at his face.

The man on the bed had deep, cold features. Even lying down under a thin blanket, his upright figure was evident.

Gently, the small shadow lifted a corner of the blanket and slipped under the covers.

He cautiously wriggled to the man’s side on the bed and pressed close.

Song Yaoyao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The System said his soul power had been steadily increasing lately, meaning the world was accepting him. The longer he stayed in contact with the protagonist, the more stable his soul state became.

Besides going to the company with Xie Ningwan during the day, he needed to make use of the nights too.

Thus, Song Yaoyao had quietly come to climb into bed.

‘Not afraid. I’m a ghost—if anyone’s scared, it’s Xie Ningwan scared of me.’ Song Yaoyao encouraged himself.

Moreover, Xie Ningwan was too careless and guileless. Over the past few days, he had eaten several boxes of ice cream from the fridge at night, and Xie Ningwan had not noticed! He even bought more.

So surely crawling into bed secretly would go undiscovered too.

Song Yaoyao turned to face Xie Ningwan directly and sighed helplessly. ‘How can you be so dense?’

Early April, the weather warming, Xie Ningwan’s thin blanket was only pulled to his waist. Song Yaoyao tugged it up to cover him properly, just like the day Xie Ningwan had been ill, sleeping at the bedside.

That day, with Xie Ningwan feverish, Song Yaoyao had fallen asleep unknowingly and had not deeply realized sharing a bed with someone. But now, sleeping beside Xie Ningwan and feeling his body heat, he was acutely aware that he was sleeping with Xie Ningwan.

As a child, he had no parents to sleep with him; as an adult, he had never shared a bed with anyone. He found this state novel.

Come to think of it, he now relied on absorbing Xie Ningwan’s fortune to return to human form, so in a way, Xie Ningwan was like half a parent to him.

Thinking that way made it feel neither embarrassing nor shameful—just natural.

Song Yaoyao lay on his side, gazing at Xie Ningwan’s profile, lost in flights of fancy.

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When he awoke, Xie Ningwan had indeed noticed nothing amiss.

Xie Ningwan had already gotten up. Song Yaoyao was still nestled in the covers. It was the weekend, so Xie Ningwan was not going to the company, and he did not need to hurry down to find him.

He stretched lazily before crawling out of bed, feeling his body—no, his soul body—much lighter.

Song Yaoyao pinched his arms and legs, sensing he had grown a tiny bit stronger.

Did sleeping have such a big effect?