My Ghostly Darling Cuddles Me Every Day - Chapter 29.2

Chapter 29.2

The former showed no concern for her father, while the latter used her own body to shield her husband from a dog.

As for Bo Jingxian, when the incident occurred, she only knew how to stand at a distance and cry.

“What do you two think, Bo Yu, Nanyan? How should we handle this?” the Old Lady asked, observing them.

Bo Yu looked up. “They aren’t ‘beasts.’ Their aggression wasn’t without cause; they were protecting me. Grandmother, they are my family. They must stay.”

The Old Lady turned her gaze to Nanyan.

In her heart, Nanyan was actually relieved—relieved that Bo Qin’s slap hadn’t landed on Bo Yu’s face.

Her feelings for Bo Qin were complex. From being initially violated by him, to later falling into his schemes against her family, she eventually had to compromise.

Was Bo Qin good to her? Actually, he was very good, exceptionally so.

But Bo Qin had little respect for her. He didn’t let her work, so she had to secretly sell jewelry design drafts online. At night, whenever Bo Qin had the urge, he would force himself on her; sometimes, she felt disgusted.

“Let them stay,” Nanyan said softly. “If Bo Qin hadn’t lost his temper and tried to hit Xiao Yu, they wouldn’t have rushed forward. Since they are Xiao Yu’s family, they are our family too.”

The Old Lady made her decision: “Then they stay. If they bite someone without cause next time, we’ll send them away then.”

“Also,” the Old Lady added, specifically warning Bo Jingxian, “no one is allowed to harm Hanhan or Feifei behind my back.”

“Grandmother!” Bo Jingxian stomped her foot.

Stomping was useless. No one could change a decision made by the Old Lady.

Around three in the afternoon, Bo Mi returned first and lightly knocked on Bo Yu’s door.

Bo Yu opened it to find Bo Mi holding a bouquet of yellow roses, about twenty or thirty of them.

“Hmm?” Bo Yu looked from the roses to Bo Mi.

Bo Mi placed them in her arms. “For the kid.”

Bo Yu burst into laughter, her body shaking as she held the flowers. “Alright, I’ll thank her Eldest Aunt on behalf of the kid.”

Bo Mi was also amused.

Bo Mi bent down, picking up a bottle of wine and two glasses from the corner. “Care for a couple of drinks?”

Bo Yu had already drunk some at noon, and now that she’d received flowers from her sister, she had even less reason to refuse.

“Okay, wait for me. I’ll put the flowers in a bucket to let them hydrate first.”

Bo Mi leaned against the doorframe. “Go ahead.”

Bo Yu went into the room, took a suitable small bucket from the utility cabinet, filled it with water, unwrapped the bouquet, and cut the stems at an angle to hydrate them. She finished quickly and stepped out of the bathroom.

“Bring your daughter along. Her mom and aunt are drinking; she needs to look after us.” Bo Mi saw that Bo Yu’s hands were empty.

Bo Yu laughed again, placed Xiexie in a wicker basket, and carried her upstairs.

The terrace was dusty, but Bo Mi had asked the maid to wipe it down in advance.

The two sat under the sun umbrella. Bo Mi poured the wine and handed a glass to Bo Yu. “Do you want to hear how he’s doing?”

Bo Yu wasn’t very interested, but since her sister asked, she nodded and took a sip of wine. “Okay.”

Bo Mi: “Actually, it’s not too bad. Ten stitches on his leg, three on his ankle. No stitches on the back of his hand, but Feifei scratched him pretty badly—three deep bloody marks. He’s furious. He’s not coming back today; he’s staying over at the Fengge Villa.”

Bo Yu gave a small smile.

Bo Mi and Bo Yu clinked glasses, and both sisters took a few sips.

“Does your heart feel heavy?” Bo Mi asked worriedly.

Bo Yu had said some harsh things today, and their uncle had said some harsh things too.

She knew that while Bo Yu seemed easygoing, submissive, and emotionally stable, she was actually a very sensitive person.

“Goddamn it.”

“Shut the hell up.”

“From now on, I don’t have a daughter like you.”

“Get out.”

Hearing those words made her heart ache for Bo Yu.

That her uncle, a man who usually appeared so composed, mature, and refined, would lose his composure like that and say such ugly things… she wasn’t entirely surprised. After all, even her own parents had their own hidden sides.

Bo Yu thought for a moment and nodded. “It hurts.”

But she wasn’t hurting for herself; she was hurting for her mother.

That was the man her mother had loved with all her heart.

She was two years older than Bo Jingxian, yet it wasn’t until she was seven that her mother discovered the existence of Bo Jingxian and her mother.

After her mother saw clearly the coldness, deception, and wretchedness of that man, how much must her heart have ached?

Bo Mi gently patted Bo Yu’s leg and said softly, “Don’t be sad, Xiao Yu. Listen to me: if it hurts, drink a bit more. Get your head a little woozy, sleep tonight, and tomorrow will be better.”

Bo Yu didn’t want to be woozy, yet she did.

She hoped that Hanhan and Feifei’s abnormality today was because of Xie Yinwan. She hoped Xie Yinwan was inside Xiexie’s body.

At the same time, she didn’t dare to harbor such hope, fearing it was just her wishful thinking.

“Okay, let’s drink more.”

In the end, Bo Yu chose to drown her sorrows.

By the time the sun went down and evening arrived, Bo Yu was indeed a bit drunk.

After the scene at noon, the family wasn’t all there, so the outdoor Mid-Autumn reunion dinner was canceled. Bo Yu sent two apologetic WeChat messages to her grandmother.

Grandmother sent back an emoji of a face being pinched.

Then, Grandmother sent a voice message: “Your father has been selfish his whole life. What he suffered today is likely his destined karma. Don’t overthink it, Xiao Yu. Grandmother doesn’t blame you. I may not have a good son, but I have good granddaughters. Xiao Yu is my good granddaughter—and of course, your sister is too. Go to bed early, Xiao Yu. When you wake up tomorrow, it will all be in the past.”

Bo Yu felt fortunate to have such a reasonable and fair elder.

Setting her phone aside on silent, Bo Yu felt she wasn’t quite drunk enough, so she took two bottles of Peach Blossom wine from the cabinet.

Today was Mid-Autumn Festival. She hadn’t gone out, but she had planned to burn these two bottles tomorrow for Xie Yinwan, who loved Peach Blossom wine.

When one isn’t drunk enough, one feels less comfortable than when completely wasted. Bo Yu whispered, “I’ll burn two new ones for you tomorrow,” and opened the two bottles.

Holding Xiexie at the table, she practiced her characters while eating snacks and slowly sipping the wine.

She had just finished a small half-bottle when there was a knock at the door. She put the paper and pen into the drawer and stood up to open the door.

It was actually Nanyan.

Nanyan had navigated her wheelchair there herself. A scented candle sat on her lap. She said gently, “I was afraid you wouldn’t sleep well tonight, so I brought a sleep-aid candle. It works very well for me when I have insomnia; you fall asleep shortly after lighting it. Want to try?”

Bo Yu lowered her eyes. Ordinarily, she should have accepted it.

If she didn’t, would Nanyan think she was still angry at Bo Qin, or would she notice something else?

Bo Yu took it, thinking she’d give it to Zhu Ying at work tomorrow, and asked, “How is your arm? Did it get bumped today?”

Xie Yinwan drifted out invisibly, floating behind Bo Yu with her hands behind her back, staring intently at that piece of junk Bo Yu had just taken.

She stared fixedly.

Nanyan’s fall had been too light!

Too light!

Nanyan smiled and lifted her arm slightly. “It’s fine.”

“That’s good.”

“Oh, right, and this,” Nanyan picked up a small stick from beside her leg. “This is a cactus rainstick, an instrument often used by sound therapists.”

Nanyan gently turned the rainstick, and the sound of rustling rain came from within. It was a very calming sound to hear.

“Are you going to sleep now? I heard you and Bo Mi were drinking upstairs; I was worried you’d have trouble falling asleep,” Nanyan asked. “Shall I let you try it now?”

Bo Yu looked down at the rainstick. She pondered for a moment and shook her head. “I’m not ready to sleep yet.”

Nanyan felt a bit disappointed but continued to smile and look up. “Then use this too. Rotate it yourself before bed; you can lull yourself to sleep very quickly. I have several more.”

Bo Yu considered it and took it, also planning to give it to Zhu Ying tomorrow. “Okay, thank you.”

With the candle in her left hand and the rainstick in her right, Bo Yu said, “I’ll put these inside first.”

“Mhm.”

Bo Yu placed the two items on the table. Nanyan watched Bo Yu’s slender and soft back, feeling another wave of pity and affection.

She was three years older than Bo Yu. If she hadn’t known Bo Qin, Bo Yu would have called her “Sister Nanyan.”

This was a sister who made people want to trust her, and also a sister who was very easy to fall in love with.

She always remembered something Bo Yu had once said to her: “Nanyan, have you ever thought about having a career of your own?” That was the first time she realized that her life might have other possibilities.

Bo Yu walked back and thanked Nanyan again.

Nanyan shared a few words about Bo Qin’s current condition.

Bo Yu listened and replied indifferently.

Suddenly, her hand was grasped by Nanyan. Bo Yu looked up in surprise.

Nanyan also felt it was inappropriate, but since she had already impulsively grabbed her, letting go suddenly would feel even weirder. So, she lightly held Bo Yu’s hand, looking up and saying, “Xiao Yu, I’ve been trying to persuade your dad to go abroad to take over your aunt’s business and let her come back. I was thinking… if your dad isn’t home, you would probably be much happier, wouldn’t you?”

Bo Yu was stunned.

At almost that exact moment, she became certain of Nanyan’s hidden feelings for her.

In Nanyan’s eyes, she saw the deep, selfless emotion of someone willing to sacrifice for her.

Xie Yinwan really hadn’t lied to her.

And she really had let Xie Yinwan down.

That was why Xie Yinwan would never come to see her again.

She was wrong. She deserved this.

Bo Yu’s heart felt as if it were being pierced by needles and crushed by wheels.

“No need,” Bo Yu naturally pulled her hand away from Nanyan’s and said softly, “If he takes over Auntie’s business, he might throw the overseas markets into chaos. You should go back. Don’t worry about me; as long as the two of you are well, it’s fine.”

Nanyan’s hand slowly fell back to her lap. The delicate texture and warmth of Bo Yu’s wrist still lingered on her fingertips.

After a few brief closing words, Bo Yu closed the door.

She didn’t know if Xie Yinwan was in the room. She hoped she was, yet felt she wouldn’t be. Regardless, she pressed her hands together and whispered very sincerely: “Immortal, please don’t be angry. I don’t want either of these things; I’ll give them to Zhu Ying tomorrow. Please don’t be angry.”

Xie Yinwan: “…”

Xie Yinwan was still very angry.

She didn’t like this Nanyan!

She hated this Nanyan!

Even more than she hated Jin Xuan!

Go, go, go. The further Nanyan and Bo Qin went, the better. All the way to the ends of the earth!

Bo Yu sincerely bowed three times to the empty air. This made Xie Yinwan even angrier. What are you bowing for? I’m not your ancestor.

The role she wanted was “Bo Yu’s wife.”

Bo Yu sat back at the table to continue teaching Xiexie how to write. Perhaps to drown her sorrows, perhaps to escape her emotions, or to soothe her anxiety—before she knew it, she had finished both bottles of wine.

Around ten at night, Xie Yinwan was starting to feel like she was going crazy from studying.

Even though she had a photographic memory and had learned much common knowledge from Bo Yu’s mouth—allowing her to understand this world better—no one could stand studying and studying without end. Bo Yu hadn’t rested for even a single minute.

Xie Yinwan, exhausted from the lesson, was just thinking about “cutting class” when she suddenly saw a drop of water fall onto the paper.

Bo Yu was using a fountain pen; the drop of water caused the ink to smudge.

Xie Yinwan’s irritability vanished instantly. She slowly lowered her gaze. The two characters Bo Yu had just written were: Mother.

She looked up at Bo Yu. Bo Yu’s eyes were red.

It wasn’t water.

It was a precious pearl-like tear, a little golden bean.

Truly a crybaby.

Xie Yinwan pursed her lips grimly.

Was it because her father tried to hit her today, making her miss the mother who loved her, so she was hurting?

So hurting that she drank with her sister, and drank so much?

Hanhan and Feifei’s bites today were still too light. A cold glint flickered in Xie Yinwan’s dark eyes.

Two more drops of water rolled from Bo Yu’s eyes.

Xiexie looked again. These two tears landed exactly on the name “Xie Yinwan.”

The line of text read: Xie Yinwan, please come back.

Bo Yu’s handwriting was very beautiful, like a calligrapher’s.

She had written her name—those three characters, Xie Yinwan—very beautifully as well.

Xie Yinwan shifted her shoulders awkwardly.

Should I come back?

She had said such harsh words, saying she would never return.

If she came back after only two nights, would Bo Yu laugh at her? Would Bo Yu decide from then on that a ghost’s words were all lies, and never believe anything she said again?

But she really wanted to comfort Bo Yu.

Xie Yinwan looked up awkwardly from Bo Yu’s arms.

Bo Yu started sobbing again.

One sob after another—low, soft, and restrained.

The crying made Xie Yinwan’s own nose sting, as if she were about to cry herself.

Clearly, she was a ghost; she couldn’t shed tears. So why did she have this sorrowful urge to cry?

“Xie Yinwan, are you there?”

Bo Yu had drunk too much. When she was drunk, she lacked her usual emotional stability and clear logic. She choked out a whisper: “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Xie Yinwan, I believe you. Come back, please? Don’t leave me.”

Xie Yinwan felt her ears turning hot.

She could feel that kind of temperature because the Underworld had a punishment involving being thrown into a cauldron of oil. If a ghost couldn’t feel heat, what kind of punishment would that be?

But it’s not good. Don’t come back, Xie Yinwan thought stubbornly.

What would I come back for? Bo Yu just wants to know about her mother. She just treats me like a tool.

“Immortal, I miss you,” Bo Yu sniffed and cried.

Xie Yinwan: “…”

For real?

Xie Yinwan raised an eyebrow with a bit of delight.

“I haven’t even danced for you yet,” Bo Yu cried again.

Xie Yinwan lightly bit her lip.

She was excited now. She was getting a bit excited.

Was Bo Yu going to dance for her now?

She wanted to see Bo Yu dance so much. She anticipated it. Bo Yu dancing while undressing… she would look so beautiful, so moving.

Bo Yu didn’t even know what she was saying anymore; she just spoke whatever came to mind.

Suddenly, she braced herself against the table and stood up.

Xie Yinwan watched Bo Yu with rapt, excited attention.

Is Bo Yu going to take off her clothes and dance for me right now?

Instead, Bo Yu turned and switched on the TV, playing Journey to the West.

Xie Yinwan: “…”

Honestly, enough is enough.

“You’re just like this monkey,” Bo Yu sat at the foot of the bed and cried. “It has a couple of words of an argument with its Master, and it says it’s going back to the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit, just like that. Even though the Master was wrong—and I was wrong too—we’ve been together for so long. Even the most cold-blooded person would have developed feelings. Yet you didn’t even give me a chance to apologize; you just up and left.”

Bo Yu took off her shoes and hugged her knees at the foot of the bed, feeling aggrieved. “I still wanted to burn a Peach Blossom fan for you, and I wanted to make Peach Blossom clothes for you by hand.”

She pleaded bitterly: “Xie Yinwan, come back, please. Give me one more chance. I’ll never let you down again, okay?”

Xie Yinwan sat beside Bo Yu, also hugging her knees. She rested her head on her arms, looking sideways at Bo Yu, whose every blink sent a golden pearl falling.

Bo Yu’s crying was so pitiable.

So pitiable that her heart softened.

But does a ghost have a heart?

She used to think she didn’t.

But after meeting Bo Yu, she felt as if a heart had gradually grown out of her cold and wicked body.

Did Bo Yu treat her as a friend, or as a tool to find her mother?

It didn’t matter.

None of it mattered anymore.

Right now, she only wanted to comfort Bo Yu, to hold her.

Xie Yinwan slowly raised her hand, wanting to lightly touch the top of Bo Yu’s head, to let Bo Yu feel her, to let her know she was here.

She was going to comfort Bo Yu, to make her stop being so sad.

At that moment, Bo Yu suddenly got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom.

Xie Yinwan: “?”

Xie Yinwan’s hand touched empty air. She followed angrily—she had just spent all that time building up her emotions for nothing!

Bo Yu had drunk so much wine that her body couldn’t hold out any longer; she needed to use the restroom.

But her head was spinning too much. After entering the bathroom, the bright lights made her even more dizzy. She momentarily forgot what she was doing. She stood there dizzily for two seconds, then suddenly her body tilted backward.

But she didn’t fall. She didn’t hit the ground.

A hand braced her waist, holding her steadily.

It was a cool aura—a familiar aura!

Bo Yu suddenly snapped awake, filled with joy. “Xie Yinwan?!”

She turned around but didn’t see Xie Yinwan.

But she had clearly felt that cool touch on her waist; it was the shape of an arm.

“Xie Yinwan, is it you?”

Xie Yinwan didn’t respond.

“Xie Yinwan?”

Bo Yu tried to touch Xie Yinwan, but she only touched her own waist.

Suddenly, several yellow rose petals began to drift over, floating romantically in the air before Bo Yu’s eyes.

These petals moved slowly through the air, as if someone were using them to write.

Finally, the beautiful yellow rose petals converged in mid-air to form two words:

“Idiot.”