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The Jiang Family reacted quickly. After Shui Su submitted the report, they immediately sought out professionals to analyze the clues related to the recording location of the video and outlined a plan for investigating New Life Hospital. They instructed Xiao Mei to bring Song Bunan to the Jiang Family as soon as possible to discuss the implementation details of the plan.
After three sleepless days, the two of them returned to their room to strategize, deciding to take a nap before seeking out Song Bunan. It was simply because, judging by the frantic messages from someone in their group, it was clear that he did not want to be disturbed at this time.
Xiao Mei yawned while rolling up in his blanket, assigning Shui Su, who was equally exhausted and swaying as he walked, to close the windows and doors. Once most of the light in the room was blocked out, he relaxed his body and closed his eyes. Another yawn escaped him as Shui Su lay down beside him, snuggling under the covers and wrapping his arms around him.
"I'm really tired," he mumbled sleepily. "When we wake up, even if that guy is unwilling, we’ll have to bring him along, along with Xin Yi. We need to figure out how to approach New Life Hospital and see if Ming Hua is willing to help. I feel like he won’t refuse; after all, anyone involved with Qian Gu gets fired up... Why aren’t you saying anything?"
While Xiao Mei still had enough energy to talk, Shui Su had already fallen silent in sleep, his dark circles under his eyes almost shouting his dissatisfaction. Xiao Mei felt a pang of affection and hugged him back, resting his head on Shui Su's shoulder as he too drifted off into slumber.
In a hazy state of consciousness, he heard Shui Su respond in a similarly muffled voice that it was fine.
Meanwhile, Song Bunan was enjoying a stable life. The two of them had tacitly agreed not to mention anything related to Mighty Falcon anymore. According to Song Bunan's perspective, before they could truly resolve this issue, they needed a relaxed and free environment to store their burdensome thoughts.
Being overly fixated on this matter would only lead them into a dead end filled with endless internal strife without finding a proper solution. It was better to reconcile with their troubles in this manner and seek vitality amidst the chaos. Moreover, given that there were no reasonable or precise explanations for Mighty Falcon’s situation at present, bringing it up too often would only hurt Xin Yi.
Song Bunan always found optimal solutions for others' problems, allowing Xin Yi to temporarily set aside his displeasure. Although it was just for a moment, it made him appear much happier.
"I have a feeling," he said upon waking up to bright daylight. Glancing at the clock showed it was already eleven in the morning. Xin Yi was outside tidying up the remnants of last night’s chaos when he heard Song Bunan's voice coming from the bedroom. "Shui Su and Xiao Mei should be reaching out soon about going to the Jiang Family."
Xin Yi had grown accustomed to these occasional cryptic remarks from him. He swept up the last piece of trash into a bag and asked why as he followed along with Song Bunan's words. The person still buried under the covers smacked his lips and replied that he dreamed they were kicking down their door with sticks in hand, threatening to smash them if they didn’t come along.
After placing the trash outside, Xin Yi deliberately made a loud noise while closing the door as an answer to indicate that those two had not yet arrived. From inside the bedroom came some defensive exclamations; Song Bunan protested that he only felt they were coming but hadn’t said it would be right now.
"Okay then, do you want to get up and go eat?" Xin Yi asked routinely without engaging further.
"I’m here!" The Caterpillar suddenly broke free from its cocoon, flitting around the room as it began to tidy itself up.
Song Bunan wasn’t lying. He had indeed been dreaming, and in that dream, Shui Su and Xiao Mei were coming to find him, wielding sticks. However, they hadn’t said they would hit the two of them; they only mentioned that if he didn’t go, they would break his legs instead. Seeking someone to share the burden of pain couldn’t be considered a lie.
He had also encountered the Ghost Messenger, a shadow that abruptly appeared at the edge of his dream, standing by his bed. It informed him that someone had been sent to help them and that those who were going to assist had already arrived at New Life Hospital, waiting to join forces before starting their work.
"Why does this feel so unreliable? This matter is clearly directly related to the Ghost Messengers of the Underworld. They’ve caused so much trouble, and now they’re only sending help? That’s a bit excessive," Song Bunan exclaimed indignantly, shaking his fist. The Ghost Messenger didn’t seem to care about such trivial gestures.
"What they have done merely disrupts the tranquility of souls in the human realm. Overall, there is still life and death; it does not constitute a disturbance of the Underworld's order." Under Song Bunan’s disapproving gaze, the Ghost Messenger paused for a moment before continuing, "However, such disturbances should not occur. Therefore, before those above discover it, we are also trying to find ways to remedy the situation."
God knows how grim Song Bunan’s expression was. He felt as if he might have actually uttered something along the lines of "What nonsense are you talking about?" Fortunately for him, the Ghost Messenger lacked any expressive tone or demeanor; otherwise, it would have been clear how furious they both were.
"To say there is no disruption of the Underworld's order is quite bold of you. Those Ghost Messengers teaching humans how to strip others' bodies for their own use, washing others' souls and inserting them into people they can control—capturing wandering souls and granting them new bodies, allowing those who shouldn’t die to become ghosts ahead of time—how can you call this anything but a disruption? Truly impressive," he retorted.
After experiencing the Mighty Falcon incident, Song Bunan had developed an intense dislike for those troublesome Ghost Messengers. Perhaps due to his close relationship with them, he directed his frustration at the one in front of him. The Ghost Messenger remained unfazed by his sarcasm and calmly stated what needed to be said before turning to leave without hesitation.
Unlike before when they would wake up immediately after leaving, he sat on the bed fuming with clenched teeth as he stuck out his tongue at the fleeting shadows of the two ghosts. In a fit of anger, he lay back down under the covers. Taking a deep breath made him feel heavy all at once; when he opened his eyes again, he found himself back in his bedroom in The Mortal Realm.
Xin Yi was not by his side, and the aroma of food wafted in from outside the bedroom door, making him acutely aware of his hunger. The delicious food from Lin Mo Hui’s place hadn’t even digested before it ended up in the toilet; however, the takeout he had ordered during the night allowed him to sleep soundly and comfortably with a full belly.
Dating Xin Yi was incredibly comfortable. There was a smoothness that arose from their compatibility and synchronization. Although they had different schedules and lifestyles, they seamlessly filled in each other’s irregular gaps. Their tastes in food and work were almost identical; there were hardly any conflicts at all.
Despite being much older than him, Xin Yi hadn’t turned into an overly paternal figure as Xiao Mei feared; instead, he occasionally showed confusion in daily life that required Song Bunan’s explanations. For instance, when it came to relationships with family or neighbors or interactions with friends and close buddies—there were aspects he didn’t understand. Only through Song Bunan’s explanations could he correctly grasp how to handle such situations if they arose.
Sometimes when Song Bunan watched Xin Yi’s back, he wondered if he would have grown up like Xin Yi if their roles were reversed—would he still be who he was today? The answer was undoubtedly no; given his personality, he would have likely turned into a little delinquent whom everyone would want to chase away if not for the constraints imposed by his family.
He walked out of the bedroom, brushing his teeth while wandering around the room where someone was diligently tidying up, blocking the way. He couldn't help but admire the perfect curves of the muscles stretching the white tank top. Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, he reached out to touch, completely unconcerned that toothpaste foam smeared across Xin Yi's arm. The person used to his clumsiness merely glanced over after being touched and then continued working, saying that the milk was getting cold.
The satisfying contact between his fingers and the firm muscles dispelled all fatigue. Song Bunan greedily grasped the arm he could never attain through training, and with his mouth full of toothpaste foam, he mumbled incoherently, “If you die before me, I must cut off this arm and keep it as a souvenir.”
“You're sick.” Xin Yi raised his hand and gave him a light smack on the head, pinpointing the issue directly.
He didn’t hide it either; brandishing his toothbrush like a sword, he splattered toothpaste foam everywhere, shouting in the living room like a madman, “That’s right! I am a once-in-a-millennium encounter, the fearsome executioner—an eccentric collector! Fear me! Your body will eventually become part of my collection!”
Xin Yi wiped the foam off his face and helplessly looked at the freshly cleaned floor, saying that when Xiao Mei mentioned he had a problem with his brain, he didn’t believe it. Now it seemed he had been shallow.
After saying this, he saw the ruckus-maker proudly placing his hands on his hips, tilting his chin up and looking down at him through his nostrils. He huffed that he understood nothing; this was a matter of life attitude. He was just a free little spirit; what did that child bride know?
Xiao Mei and Shui Su were a couple; this was the first piece of “gossip among friends” shared by Song Bunan after they officially became a couple.
The Jiang Family adopted their friend’s posthumous child and raised him almost like their own son. However, when Jiang Shui Su was seventeen and Xiao Mei was twelve, they confessed their feelings for each other and really got together. At that time, the Jiang Family Head was furious upon learning this news and punished Jiang Shui Su by making him kneel in front of the ancestral hall for seven days. During that time, he broke three wooden sticks but couldn’t get his son to say he didn’t like Xiao Mei.
The twelve-year-old child was quite perceptive; seeing his older brother being punished, he remained silent in solidarity. Being locked in a room without being allowed to meet was no problem; kneeling inside without food or water to accompany Shui Su during punishment was what he chose to do—if Shui Su wasn’t forgiven, neither would he stand up.
The family head initially hoped to use this opportunity to make them both suppress their feelings and just be good brothers. In the end, it backfired spectacularly when Xiao Mei was found unconscious in her room. Reluctantly, they acknowledged that the two had become a couple. He still held onto hope that once the youthful impulsiveness passed, they would realize this relationship wasn’t proper and give it up. Unexpectedly, these two were determined to be together; ten years had passed with no signs of breaking up—instead, they grew closer.
“Model Couple.” The expression on Song Bunan's face when he said this was quite remarkable—filled with envy tinged with jealousy but mostly pride from knowing so much gossip. “Everyone who knows them says they are a Model Couple. A couple of years ago, Uncle Jiang even advised me to talk to Xiao Mei as a good friend and older brother figure about how men shouldn’t have children together because it goes against tradition. But then he found out I liked men too! You should have seen his face; it looked like he swallowed two pounds of flies! Fortunately, he's come to terms with it now; after all, the Jiang Family is large enough that he has many grandchildren to enjoy.”
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