My Ghostly Darling Cuddles Me Every Day - Chapter 28.1

Chapter 28.1: Jinjiang Literature City

 

Bo Yu floated on the bed with her limbs spread wide, trying again and again to break free from the hair ribbons, but every effort was in vain; she couldn’t break them.

 

The difference in power between her and Xie Yinwan was too vast; she could only let Xie Yinwan manipulate her.

 

But why did Xie Yinwan just leave like that?

 

She didn’t know how she had offended Xie Yinwan again to make her drop everything and abandon her so suddenly.

 

Did it mean she would have to wait until sunrise tomorrow, when the ghost’s power dissipated, before she could fall back down?

 

However, she didn’t even know if Xie Yinwan’s ghostly power would dissipate.

 

Time passed minute by minute, and Xie Yinwan did not return.

 

Even so, Bo Yu wasn’t angry. Ghosts might not have concepts of good and evil, manners, or morality—much like infants. Why should she get angry at an infant? Why get angry at Xie Yinwan?

 

Xie Yinwan always said this thing was interesting and that thing was boring; she just liked to play.

 

Bo Yu lightly closed her eyes and practiced deep breathing meditation, keeping herself calm and peaceful.

 

Once her heart had gradually settled, Bo Yu contemplated the peach blossom-embroidered Hanfu she wanted to make for Xie Yinwan—how to draft the pattern, what fabrics to use—thinking it over quietly.

 

She was already skilled at making modern clothes and doll outfits, but she had never tried ancient-style Hanfu.

 

Xie Yinwan seemed to have a bad temper, but she was actually patient. For instance, when they were playing mahjong earlier, Xie Yinwan had stayed with her the whole time, helping her cheat and win money.

 

When Bo Yu wore the earbud to speak with her, she would occasionally speak unclearly, omitting subjects or objects, yet Xie Yinwan hadn’t become irritable.

 

Bo Yu sat there quietly reflecting on Xie Yinwan’s good points.

 

Suddenly, a subtle sound of wind brushed past her ear, and the stray hairs by her forehead fluttered. Bo Yu opened her eyes and looked joyfully at the visitor.

 

Xie Yinwan was back!

 

But in the next second, Bo Yu’s neck went cold and her body tensed up.

 

Xie Yinwan stood beside her with a dark, somber face. The atmospheric pressure around her was low and the temperature plummeted. Bo Yu had the fleeting illusion that she was lying on a cold operating table, as if Xie Yinwan’s scalpel were about to touch her neck.

 

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

 

Facing this extremely temperamental and easily angered “childish ghost,” Bo Yu tried her best to speak in a gentle, soft voice.

 

Xie Yinwan gave her a harsh, sweeping glare and flicked her sleeve.

 

The hair ribbons on Bo Yu’s limbs vanished, and she slowly drifted back down onto the bed from mid-air.

 

Xie Yinwan flicked her sleeve again, and the blanket covered Bo Yu’s body.

 

Bo Yu: “?”

 

No sniffing tonight?

 

Xie Yinwan had no interest in sniffing or inhaling Bo Yu’s scent tonight.

 

Her mind was currently set on one thing: killing Nanyan.

 

Disgusting. She felt disgusted.

 

Filthy, tainted, foul, and loathsome!

 

How could that woman have such thoughts about Bo Yu!

 

Bo Yu had never seen such an expression of intense loathing on Xie Yinwan’s face; it made her heart tremble with fear.

 

But looking closer, Xie Yinwan wasn’t glaring at her. These expressions didn’t seem directed at Bo Yu herself.

 

“Immortal?” Bo Yu’s heart was incredibly uneasy, as if a sharp blade were hanging over her slender neck.

 

Bo Yu asked softly, “Could you tell me? What happened?”

 

Xie Yinwan was radiating fury from her entire being. She abruptly turned her back to Bo Yu and drifted over to stand in front of the television.

 

She closed her eyes, forcefully suppressing the urge to smash things and mess up the room.

 

Bo Yu had obsessive-compulsive disorder and didn’t like a messy house—she remembered that, so she couldn’t continue doing things like that.

 

Xie Yinwan did her best to suppress all the vengefulness, destructiveness, and malice within her body; she struggled to suppress the urge to kill that woman, Nanyan.

 

She couldn’t kill Nanyan, because Bo Yu would be unhappy.

 

Bo Yu was her only pleasure in the realms of both the living and the dead; she didn’t want to let that pleasure become “boring.”

 

In other words, her world contained only Bo Yu.

 

She couldn’t help but care about Bo Yu’s feelings.

 

Suddenly, Bo Yu heard sounds from outside the door—hurried footsteps and low whispers—followed by a knock on her door.

 

It was Bo Mi: “Xiao Yu, are you asleep?”

 

Bo Yu raised her voice: “I’m awake, wait a moment.”

 

Bo Mi spoke with a stable, unhurried emotion: “It’s fine, you don’t need to get up. Nanyan fell in the bathroom. I’ve called an ambulance, just letting you know. If you hear the siren from your room, don’t worry that something happened to Grandmother. Nanyan is mostly fine; she probably just sprained her ankle. Don’t worry.”

 

Bo Yu instinctively looked at the extremely abnormal Xie Yinwan. Xie Yinwan was also looking at her, her gaze arrogant and cold.

 

It felt like a heavy blow from a drum in her heart, the vibration making her ears ring.

 

Did Xie Yinwan make Nanyan fall?

 

Did Xie Yinwan go to Nanyan’s bathroom just now?

 

Why?

 

How could Nanyan have offended Xie Yinwan, with whom she had no grudge?

 

Could Nanyan see Xie Yinwan too?

 

Bo Yu was full of questions: “Okay, I hear you. Sister, I’m getting up now.”

 

“No need, take your time,” Bo Mi tapped the door twice with her finger. “I’m going upstairs first.”

 

With the father and uncle away, the aunt abroad, the grandmother elderly, and the mother prone to panicking, there was no pillar of support. Most of the time when something happened in the family, it was handled by Bo Mi, the eldest sister.

 

Bo Yu answered and threw off the covers to get out of bed. She turned her back to Xie Yinwan to bend over and get dressed. Once dressed, she strode toward the door.

 

But as she reached the door, she was suddenly frozen!

 

Not only was she unable to move, but she also felt a wave of coldness wrapping around her, as if she were in the eye of a storm. She was surrounded by ice water, and the water rapidly turned into solid ice, fixing her in place.

 

“Xie… Immortal,” Bo Yu maintained her composure. “Could you please release me? I need to go out and check.”

 

Xie Yinwan didn’t care for idle talk. She simply waved her hand, and Bo Yu’s stiff, upright body fell back and flew straight onto the bed.

 

Then, the blanket was pulled over Bo Yu’s face, not leaving a single strand of hair visible.

 

However, since the top was covered too much, Bo Yu’s feet were exposed at the bottom.

 

“You are not allowed to go out,” Xie Yinwan glanced at Bo Yu’s fair and tender toes, tilted her head with a raised eyebrow, and spoke with a voice that practically steamed with frost. “Lie there obediently for me.”

 

“…”

 

In the dark, stuffy confinement of the blanket, Bo Yu was at a loss as to what exactly Xie Yinwan was so angry about.

 

“I can stay inside,” Bo Yu asked in a small voice. “Could you pull the blanket back a little? I can’t breathe.”

 

As soon as she finished speaking, the blanket was pulled back.

 

Bo Yu opened her eyes to see Xie Yinwan drifting parallel right above her. Her cold, pale, eerie face was filled with grim coldness.

 

She vaguely sensed that Xie Yinwan’s low pressure wasn’t directed at her; it seemed like Xie Yinwan herself was restraining this monumental rage.

 

Because if Xie Yinwan were angry at her, she wouldn’t have covered her with the blanket or pulled it back for her; she would have strangled her instead.

 

Yet at this moment, Xie Yinwan was just so cold she seemed encased in frost, staring down at her with a stiff, frozen intensity.

 

“Immortal, I don’t know what happened to you,” Bo Yu tried her best to stay calm, soothing her softly. “Please don’t be angry, don’t lose your temper, alright? If you’re uncomfortable or if something happened, tell me slowly. Even if I can’t share the burden, I can listen, okay?”

 

Xie Yinwan’s teeth were clenched so tight that the sharp, stern lines of her jaw stood out.

 

“This Immortal wants to kill someone.”

 

“?!”

 

“Don’t… please don’t be impulsive,” Bo Yu said hurriedly.

 

Who did Xie Yinwan want to kill?

 

Was it Nanyan??

 

Xie Yinwan said no more, continuing to stare heavily at Bo Yu. Bo Yu’s temples throbbed under the gaze, and she kept swallowing.

 

“Xiao Yu.” Someone knocked on the door again.

 

This time it was the Second Aunt, speaking from outside: “In a bit, your sister and I will accompany Nanyan to the hospital. You and Grandmother stay at home. If you’re free, stay with Grandmother and get her to sleep early so she doesn’t worry and stay up. If elderly people stay up an hour or two late, their hearts can feel uncomfortable for days.”

 

“Okay, I hear you,” Bo Yu replied, raising her voice.

 

At the same time, Bo Yu looked at Xie Yinwan with a pleading gaze.

 

She asked softly in a low voice, “Immortal, I want to go stay with Grandmother, may I?”

 

Xie Yinwan closed her eyes and vanished instantly.

 

Bo Yu could move her limbs again. She hurried out of bed to open the door. The Second Aunt had already walked a few steps away. Bo Yu called out, “Second Aunt, wait. Where is Grandmother now?”

 

Fang Zheng was already fully dressed, had applied red lipstick, and was carrying a Birkin bag on her arm: “The Old Lady is in your father’s room looking after Nanyan. I helped Nanyan into her undergarments and let her lie on the bed. We didn’t dare move her, so we’re just letting her wait there for the ambulance.”

 

Bo Yu nodded: “Then I’ll go up with you.”

 

With that, she went upstairs with her Second Aunt.

 

Inside Bo Qin and Nanyan’s bedroom, things were a bit chaotic. Nanyan was lying on the bed. Grandmother and a maid were by the bedside applying ice packs—Grandmother to Nanyan’s arm, the maid to Nanyan’s ankle. Another maid was putting socks and shoes on Nanyan, while yet another was cleaning up the water on the bathroom floor. Bo Mi was standing by the window on the phone; Bo Yu heard her saying, “Uncle, please arrange for the chief physician first. You can go straight to the hospital later.”

 

Bo Yu looked toward Nanyan on the bed. Nanyan was saying softly that she was fine, telling the Old Lady not to be nervous.

 

To this day, Nanyan had never called the Old Lady “Mom”; most of the time, she called her “Old Lady.”

 

“Nanyan, how are you feeling?” Bo Yu walked in and asked.

 

Nanyan looked past Grandmother and the maid to Bo Yu, who had come to see her. A certain affection flashed quickly through her brow, and she said with a gentle smile, “You’re here. Don’t worry, it’s just my wrist and waist that hurt a bit, and my ankle is a little swollen. It’s not serious.”

 

Not serious? Bo Yu frowned. Moreover, Nanyan’s eyes were clearly red; she had been crying.

 

Old Lady Bo didn’t view Nanyan as a daughter-in-law. Nanyan was honest, gentle, and obedient, so the Old Lady viewed her more like a granddaughter of Bo Yu’s generation. She turned back to Bo Yu and sighed, “It’s not that I’m overreacting; just now she was lying on the floor unable to move. She was in so much pain she was barely breathing and couldn’t speak. Now she’s just trying to act brave.”

 

Bo Yu knit her brows in concern: “How did you fall?”

 

Seeing Bo Yu’s concerned gaze made it worth it for Nanyan. She smiled: “It’s really nothing. I was just getting out of the bathtub after my shower, my foot slipped, I didn’t stand firm, and I took a tumble.”

 

The tiles on the bathroom floor were so hard; thinking about it made it seem very painful.

 

“Did you hit your head?” Bo Yu followed up.

 

“I didn’t. Nanyan protected it with her arm, so her arm might be fractured,” Bo Mi said, walking over.

 

Bo Mi had beaten Nanyan to the punch. Nanyan’s smile faded slightly, but she remained smiling: “My bones aren’t that brittle; I shouldn’t have a fracture.”

 

Bo Mi and Bo Yu said in unison: “It’s hard to say.”

 

The sisters caught each other’s eyes and shared a brief smile, but then felt it wasn’t a suitable time to laugh, and they both withdrew it.

 

Bo Mi gestured with her phone and said to everyone, “Uncle has contacted the hospital. We’ll have Nanyan checked thoroughly once we get there.”

 

Bo Mi was calm and steady when things happened; she would arrange everything properly.

 

With Bo Mi there, Bo Yu felt at ease and said no more.

 

Nanyan didn’t want them to worry or to cause trouble for everyone. She smiled gently at the Old Lady and said, “Bumping your waist against a table corner hurts for a while, but it passes after a few seconds. You should go back to sleep.”

 

The Old Lady shook her head: “How can I sleep now? I’ll go in a bit.”

 

“Grandmother, let me.”

 

Bo Yu saw her grandmother bending over to apply the ice for Nanyan. She moved forward to take the ice pack from her grandmother’s hand, but then a blur appeared before her eyes. Xie Yinwan suddenly appeared, raising her right arm to block her, with her left hand behind her back. She said sternly and coldly, “Halt. You are not allowed to go over there.”

 

Bo Yu was surprised. Xie Yinwan hadn’t vanished; she had actually followed her here.

 

But why wouldn’t Xie Yinwan let her go over?

 

The Grandmother looked up and asked Bo Yu, who had suddenly stopped, “What is it?”

 

Bo Yu had come out in a hurry and wasn’t wearing her earbud, so it wasn’t convenient to speak directly to the Xie Yinwan who was blocking her path. She withdrew her gaze from Xie Yinwan’s somber face, looked toward her grandmother, and raised both hands, saying, “I just remembered I was wiping dust off the bed corner in my room earlier and forgot to wash my hands. I’m going to wash them.”

 

With that, she turned and walked out.

 

The water on the bathroom floor hadn’t dried yet, so she planned to go to the public restroom to wash her hands.

 

“Don’t worry about it, rest here for a bit. Little Old Lady, you should also go sit on the sofa and rest, otherwise you might hurt your waist sitting twisted like that,” Bo Mi called out to Bo Yu while taking the ice pack from the grandmother to continue icing Nanyan.

 

Bo Yu had no choice but to return and sit on the sofa with her grandmother.

 

The room fell silent for a moment. Bo Yu unconsciously looked up at Nanyan. It must have hurt so much when she fell.

 

Xie Yinwan’s cold voice suddenly rang out with sharp finality: “Are you feeling sorry for her?! You are forbidden from looking at her!”

 

Bo Yu: “…”

 

It’s not ‘feeling sorry,’ it’s concern, and maybe some sympathy.

 

Bo Yu couldn’t speak to refute Xie Yinwan, so she let out a soft sigh, lowered her head, and whispered with her grandmother.

 

Nanyan thanked Bo Mi while casting a veiled gaze toward the softly-spoken Bo Yu.

 

Immediately after she had accidentally fallen, her first reaction was whether she had done something wrong—whether she shouldn’t have developed those kinds of feelings for Bo Yu, and thus she received this punishment.

 

But she simply couldn’t help herself. She hadn’t betrayed Bo Qin, and she hadn’t affected Bo Yu’s life. Had she done anything wrong?

 

She hadn’t.

 

Then why did she have to receive such a punishment?

 

Nanyan was both worried it was a punishment and trying to convince herself it was just an accident.

 

While waiting for the ambulance, the Second Aunt recounted the situation once more, saying she had received Nanyan’s call and came over to see her. At the time, the door was locked from the inside, so she had to get the maid to break the lock to get in. Once inside, she hurriedly put clothes on Nanyan and got her onto the bed before calling Bo Mi and the Grandmother.

 

Bo Yu listened to the Second Aunt’s deliberately exaggerated and dramatic retelling, while using her peripheral vision to look at the Xie Yinwan who had an unkind expression and a biting, cold aura.

 

She secretly wondered if it was indeed Xie Yinwan who had made Nanyan fall, and why Xie Yinwan would want to hurt Nanyan.

 

“Ah.”

 

Nanyan suddenly let out a low cry.

 

“Oh, sorry, sorry,” Bo Mi said while icing Nanyan and checking her phone at the same time, her hand having slipped. “Did I hurt you?”

 

Half of Nanyan’s face went white, and she took a slow, deep breath: “It’s okay. It’s my waist; it hurts very much.”

 

Bo Yu was worried about Nanyan and knit her brows again.

 

Xie Yinwan was standing diagonally in front of Bo Yu, watching every expression of Bo Yu’s intently. Seeing Bo Yu’s worried look, a cold light flashed in her eyes. She gave a cold hmph and vanished again.

 

Bo Yu: “…”

 

It seems even Bo Jingxian wasn’t this capricious.

 

The ambulance arrived quickly. The medical staff put Nanyan on a stretcher. The Second Aunt and Bo Mi, mother and daughter, went with her. Bo Mi turned back and instructed, “Don’t wait for my call. Sleep peacefully. I’ll let you know the test results around eight or nine tomorrow morning. Xiao Yu, stay with Grandmother and make sure she doesn’t stay up late worrying.”

 

Bo Yu agreed and accompanied her grandmother back to her room, coaxing her to sleep early before returning to her own room.

 

The air in the room was bitingly cold.

 

Xie Yinwan hadn’t left.

 

But the room was very noisy; the TV was still on.

 

Bo Yu locked the door, turned down the TV volume, and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. She felt exhausted and lightly rubbed her temples: “Immortal, you haven’t left yet.”

 

Xie Yinwan was sitting on the sewing machine table, holding Xiexie. She was casually straightening Xiexie’s crooked hair clip and gave a faint “Mhm.”

 

The room was filled with cold air, but the items in the room were orderly; they hadn’t been scattered by Xie Yinwan.

 

Bo Yu watched Xie Yinwan’s movements as she adjusted Xiexie’s clip, her gaze lingering on Xie Yinwan’s long, jade-white fingertips for two seconds. She said softly, “I take her out into the sun often. Can you feel the energy in her?”

 

Xie Yinwan remained casual: “Mm.”

 

Bo Yu opened her mouth, hesitated, then closed it.

 

Xie Yinwan was feeling intensely irritable. She pursed her lips and, unable to hide her tone of mockery and loathing, said: “Just now, Nanyan was watching two women copulating.”