My Ghostly Darling Cuddles Me Every Day - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Floating Around to Watch Bo Yu Shower…

Early the next morning, Bo Yu woke up curled in a ball, shivering violently. Her entire body ached with a familiar pain; she knew she was sick.

She thought of the female ghost she had seen last night. It seemed the fortune-telling master from all those years ago was right: she really could see ghosts, and seeing them really did make her ill.

Today was Monday. Normally, Bo Yu would go to work, but being sick, she decided to skip it. She had graduated from university last year and had considered graduate school, but after thinking it over, she decided it was too tiring. She didn’t believe any graduate student was actually happy writing a thesis. Since she had a solid financial foundation and a rich inner world, she saw no need to exhaust herself, so she opted out.

After graduation, she didn’t stay at home, nor did she work for the family group. Working for the family meant too many eyes watching her, requiring a level of dedication that felt draining. Instead, she held a nominal position at her best friend Zhu Ying’s company.

Bo Yu believed that as long as one had food, shelter, and clothes, life should be lived easily. There was no need to work desperately to climb a ladder. She always felt that the “everyone must work” narrative was just capitalist propaganda.

With waves of cold and soreness racking her body, she endured the discomfort to reach for her phone on the nightstand, intending to send a WeChat message to Zhu Ying to request leave.

As she lay back in the quilt with her phone, her gaze suddenly froze.

Why was “Xiexie” next to her?

Last night, after picking the doll up from the floor, she had dressed Xiexie in a small colorful sweater and a pink skirt, added a pair of white socks she’d sewn herself, and braided the doll’s hair. Only after placing the doll neatly on the sewing machine table did she return to her bed to check her phone.

She always placed the doll on the table before sleeping; she never held it in bed because she was afraid of crushing it when she turned over. But now, Xiexie was lying in her bed, right beside her, staring at her with those beautiful large eyes.

Bo Yu was puzzled. Had she subconsciously reached out and grabbed Xiexie after falling asleep? That was the only explanation. Perhaps her subconscious was still a bit shaken after seeing a ghost.

She let out a weak, helpless smile and placed Xiexie back on the sewing machine table. She messaged Zhu Ying: “President Zhu, I have something to take care of today. I won’t be in.”

Zhu Ying replied instantly: “What’s up? Going on a blind date? Is it a handsome guy or a beauty?”

Bo Yu: “…No.” Why did everyone around her want her to date? She was perfectly comfortable alone.

Zhu Ying: “Then what are you doing? Did your sister come up with another bad idea? Making you go bungee jumping? Or did your dad say something annoying again about “letting your sister have her way”?”

Bo Yu: “None of the above. It has nothing to do with them, don’t worry. Go to the office; message me if anything comes up.”

Zhu Ying: “Alright, President Bo. I won’t pry. I’ve got the company covered, don’t worry.”

Bo Yu replied with a “thumbs up” emoji. Then, she messaged her cousin, Bo Mi: “Sis, are you awake? Come to my room if you have a moment.”

After sending the message, she realized the door was locked. She slowly got out of bed to unlock it, then returned to the quilt.

Soon, Bo Mi arrived. She opened the door with a smile. “Xiao Yu, have you decided to go with me to—”

She stopped mid-sentence. Seeing Bo Yu huddled in the quilt with flushed cheeks, she gasped and hurried over. She felt Bo Yu’s cheek, then her forehead. “Xiao Yu, you have a fever!”

“Mmh.” Bo Yu’s voice was weak. She opened her eyes; they were bloodshot from the fever.

“Wait here, I’ll get a thermometer.” Bo Mi turned to leave.

Bo Yu called out softly, “Sis, don’t tell Grandma I’m sick. If she doesn’t see me at breakfast, just say I went for a morning run or took your car to the office.”

Bo Mi: “Fine, fine. I know. Grandma is old; we shouldn’t worry her. But look at your throat—stop talking and rest.”

Two minutes later, Bo Yu’s bedroom was packed. Everyone who was home had shown up. Bo Yu felt like she was lying in a coffin being mourned by relatives. She gave Bo Mi a look.

Bo Mi hid behind Grandma. “Don’t look at me! I asked the housekeeper for the thermometer and Grandma saw me. She followed me and eavesdropped.”

Bo Yu: “…”

The old lady sat by the bed and touched Bo Yu’s forehead. It was scorching. She sighed in distress and asked gently, “When did you start feeling unwell? Was it last night?”

Bo Yu whispered, “No, just this morning. Grandma, I’m fine. I’ll be okay once the fever breaks.”

The more well-behaved Bo Yu was, the more Grandma’s heart ached—and the angrier she got. She turned around and snapped, “Xiao Yu getting sick must be because someone brought something home last night!”

Bo Yu hadn’t gone out and was fine last night. To be sick today meant someone had brought “something” (a spirit) back. Grandma asked coldly, “Speak. What time did you all get back last night? Who was the last one in?”

Bo Jingxian immediately hid behind her father. The second aunt, Fang Zheng, scrambled to clear her name. “Mom, don’t be angry. We were back by 9:00 PM. How could we bring anything back?”

Bo Mi sneered and looked for Bo Jingxian. Not seeing her face, she looked at her uncle’s feet and spotted pink slippers hiding behind him.

Grandma understood with one look from Bo Mi. “Xiao Xian, don’t hide behind your father. Come out. What time did you get back last night?”

Bo Jingxian was too ashamed to come out.

“Around 10:00 PM,” Bo Qin said, putting his hands behind his back and shielding his daughter. “Mom, we were back at nine, but Jingxian’s friends hadn’t left yet, so I let her stay out a bit longer. Don’t blame her.”

Bo Mi rolled her eyes at the wall. Then who should we blame? Bo Yu for being sick for no reason?

Bo Mi turned back and asked politely, “Uncle, are you sure she was back by ten? Because I think I heard the dog barking and a door closing around 1:00 AM.”

The three sisters lived on the second floor. Bo Mi’s room was across from Bo Yu and Bo Jingxian’s. The second aunt hurried to say, “Daughter, you must have misheard!”

Bo Mi acted innocent. “I’m not deaf. Why would I mishear? I was just asking.”

The aunt, knowing her daughter loved to stir the pot, pushed Bo Mi to shut her up. She played the peacemaker to Grandma: “Mom, don’t worry. It might just be a cold. Daughter, did you take her temperature? If it’s high, she should eat something and take fever reducers.”

Bo Mi knew Bo Yu’s health was the priority. She took out the thermometer: 39.2°C. She showed it to Grandma.

The fire in the old lady’s heart flared up again. “Xiao Xian, if you aren’t back before midnight in the future, don’t come back at all! Once school starts, you’re moving into the dorms!”

Bo Jingxian stomped her foot. “Grandma!” “Jingxian,” Bo Qin warned.

Bo Jingxian shut her mouth, fuming. Bo Yu’s mom has been dead for years, why does Grandma still favor her so much!

After everyone offered a few words of “get well soon,” they left the room. The housekeeper handed a cooling patch to Grandma, who gently applied it to Bo Yu’s forehead and neck.

“Tell Zhu Ying you aren’t working today,” Grandma said softly. “I’m staying home with you too. Once the fever breaks in a few hours, I’ll take you to the garden to sit in the sun.”

Bo Yu opened her eyes. “No.”

“Mmh?”

“Go to work. I feel more at ease when the house is empty.”

Grandma looked at her for a moment and tapped her cheek. “You… you’re too sensible, always afraid of worrying me. If it were Bo Jingxian, she’d be begging me to stay. Take your medicine and rest. Tonight, I’ll bring Master Song over to perform a ‘calling’ ritual for you.”

Master Song was the fortune-teller, Master Song Guangming. Having actually seen a ghost, Bo Yu wasn’t resistant anymore. “Okay.”

Grandma smiled. “You young people. I tell you countless times that those things exist, and you only half-believe me. Now that you’re sick, you’re honest. Once you’re better, you’ll probably stop believing again!”

Bo Yu whispered, “I believe it this time. Don’t worry, Grandma. I’ll be better by noon.”

Once the family left for work—even Bo Jingxian went to check the accounts at her bar—only the housekeeper and maids remained. By noon, Bo Yu’s fever broke. She was drenched in sweat but felt stronger.

Being a clean freak, she felt uncomfortable. She locked her door, drew the curtains, put her pajamas in the hamper, and walked toward the bathroom naked. Since she was alone in the room, she didn’t bother dressing just to walk to the shower. She knew showering during a fever could be risky, but she only planned a quick three-minute rinse.

After a few steps, she tilted her head. Her scalp felt tingly, as if eyes were boring into her back. She looked back at the room. There was nothing there—only Xiexie sitting obediently on the table. Bo Yu smiled at the doll, dismissed the feeling as post-ghost paranoia, and went into the bathroom.

As soon as she entered, a ghostly figure drifted silently out of the doll.

Xie Yinwan floated to the bathroom door and entered while invisible. She drifted around, watching Bo Yu shower, even touching her in the water. Her bright eyes were full of interest.

This human sister really suits my taste. Besides smelling good, she’s beautiful, has a great figure, and a very slender waist.

In the afternoon, the housekeeper Ge Jia walked with Bo Yu in the garden. Ge Jia had been with the family for twenty years, and they got along well. Afterward, Bo Yu felt weak again and went to sleep with her pets. Her fat cat, Feifei, slept at her feet, and the dog, Hanhan, slept by her face.

Suddenly, Hanhan opened his eyes and glared at the doll on the table, his eyes turning fierce. Just as he opened his mouth to bark, the doll floated into the air. Hanhan instantly turned into a coward, shutting his mouth tight and pressing against Bo Yu, not daring to make a sound. Bo Yu, sensing his unease in her sleep, hugged the trembling dog and patted him gently.

That evening, Grandma brought a Taoist priest. It wasn’t Master Song, but a young woman.

“Xiao Yu,” Grandma introduced, “Master Song is in seclusion. This is his disciple, Master Jin Xuan.”

Bo Yu was running a slight fever again. She sat up. “Master Jin Xuan, hello. Sorry for the trouble.”

“Don’t mention it.” Jin Xuan looked at the young heiress. Her master never mentioned she was this beautiful. Even pale and weak, she had a fragile beauty. No wonder the old lady dotes on her; I can definitely charge more today, Jin Xuan thought.

Bo Jingxian, curious, followed them in. She stood by the bed and casually picked up Bo Yu’s doll, squeezing it. Her sister usually didn’t let her touch it, which only made her want it more. As she kneaded the doll, she felt it wasn’t as cute as before—its eyes looked… fierce.

Jin Xuan asked Bo Yu, “Did you see anything last night?”

Bo Yu shook her head calmly. “No.”

“How do you feel now?”

Bo Yu was surprised by Jin Xuan’s appearance. She looked to be in her twenties, wore no Taoist robes, and had her hair down. She looked like a girl next door. “Like a cold. Migraine, stuffy nose, sore throat.”

Jin Xuan nodded and took Bo Yu’s pulse. Then she took out a strange device from her pocket, fiddled with it, and looked at Grandma. “Old Lady, this room is indeed unclean.”

Bo Jingxian was excited: “Really?!” Bo Mi glared at her. Bo Yu also looked over.

Bo Jingxian immediately hid the doll behind her back. “Oh no! Master Jin Xuan, do you have a way to get rid of the ‘dirty thing’ on my sister?”

Dirty thing? Bo Yu lowered her eyes. The ghost from last night hadn’t hurt her. If she was still around, Bo Yu actually didn’t want her gone; she felt a strange concern.

Jin Xuan suddenly frowned and walked toward the excited Bo Jingxian. “How should I address you?”

“I’m Bo Jingxian. You can call me Xiao Xian. Do you need my help?”

Grandma explained, “Master, she is my third granddaughter, Xiao Yu’s sister.”

Jin Xuan stared at Bo Jingxian. “The unclean thing is on you.”

Bo Jingxian: “??” She felt a sudden chill.

Bo Yu looked away and breathed a sigh of relief. Fine, exorcise the ghost on Bo Jingxian then.

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Bo Jingxian panicked. Jin Xuan said gently, “Go wait outside for a bit. I’ll check again. It might not be you.”

Everyone stared at Bo Jingxian. Her face turned from red to white. She wanted to throw the doll down, but decided to steal it instead. She walked out stiffly, clutching the doll behind her back. Grandma signaled the housekeeper to follow her.

Once she left, Jin Xuan checked her device again. It stopped reacting. “It’s clean now. Old Lady, it’s on your third granddaughter. I’ll check on her in a moment.”

Grandma: “…” It really was her. She must have brought it back from the bar!

Jin Xuan told Bo Yu, “I’ll prescribe some medicine to strengthen your body and expel the evil. I’ll add a burnt talisman to it so ‘those things’ can’t get near you. It tastes strange and bitter. Be prepared.”

Bo Yu, who hated bitterness and actually didn’t want the ghost kept away: “…”

Grandma promised to make sure Bo Yu drank it. She then led the priest to see Bo Jingxian.

Meanwhile, Bo Jingxian hid the doll in her own bedroom and sat in the living room, fuming. She was convinced the priest was a fake hired by Bo Mi or Bo Yu to target her. She decided not to give the doll back—she wanted to see her sister suffer.

Back in her room, Bo Yu whispered something to Bo Mi. A moment later, Bo Mi “stole” the doll back and tucked it into Bo Yu’s arms. “Sharp eyes,” Bo Mi teased. “I didn’t even notice she took it.”

Bo Yu smiled and tucked Xiexie into her silk quilt, hiding her. My Xiexie. No one can take her.

Under the quilt, Xie Yinwan struggled to lift her tiny doll leg, wiggling her bottom to turn over. Without using ghostly powers, she managed to flip herself over and press her face against Bo Yu.

This sister smells too good and is so soft. I like her.

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