Good Things

Translator: Cinder Translations

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If Su An were in his sister's room, he would notice that the woman who was leaning against the large floor-to-ceiling window, breathing heavily, now seemed somewhat unfamiliar to him.

Looking up, the bright moonlight outside illuminated the room, and tonight was a rarely appearing full moon.

Su Xiaoxiao's shadow was left alone on the wall.

The longers she stared at it, the more the shadow twisted, as if something strange and living were trying to break out of it.

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The even sunlight spilled into a small office, and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

"Doctor," the Fatty looked up and said, "Could you move a little?"

Jiang Cheng grunted and sat up from his office chair, then grabbed a small blue notebook where he recorded the needs of wealthy clients and walked over to the sofa to study it intently.

The Fatty, wearing rubber gloves on his right hand and holding a cloth in his left, was spraying cleaner on the desk and nodded, "Doctor, take your time. I'll call you once I'm done wiping the desk."

"Mm-hmm."

Jiang Cheng leaned back and closed his eyes to rest as the coffee exploded on his tongue.

Instant coffee costing 1.5 per bag no longer satisfied his refined taste buds.

According to his economic status, he shouldn't have the right to enjoy this top-tier coffee from Ethiopia.

This was a gift from Pi Ruan.

His fridge was also filled with other goodies he had sent him.

The Fatty, admiring the marble-patterned beef, clicked his tongue and said that he'd seen similar beef at the Yellow Crane Tower, sold by the gram.

Jiang Cheng waved his hand and ordered, "We'll have pan-fried beef cubes for lunch."

"Doctor," the Fatty, wiping the back of a chair, turned and curiously asked, "Is something good happening today? You seem to be in a great mood."

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and then looked at the Fatty with a very serious expression, "Tonight, I'm going to do something."

"Something very important," he emphasized.

The Fatty's cheerful expression immediately dropped, and his face became serious.

His mood wasn't as good as it appeared; in fact, he had chosen to forget what had happened earlier and the strange guesses that followed.

For problems that couldn't be solved, or even understood, the Fatty's approach was to set them aside for now—after all, life had to go on.

He hesitated for a while, then spoke cautiously, "Doctor, are you planning to go through that door tonight?"

Although he knew the doctor probably wouldn't accept his suggestion, after much deliberation, he still said, "Doctor, I suggest you rest well and not rush. I feel... I feel some things from the nightmare still need to—"

"It has nothing to do with the nightmare, it's my own issue," Jiang Cheng said, taking another small sip of coffee, squinting his eyes as he let out a relaxed moan, "Ah~~"

The Fatty: "..."

"Do you need me to do anything?" he asked tentatively.

Jiang Cheng didn't even look at him, closing his book and gazing out the door. He shook his head and said, "No, just stay at home."

"Understood, doctor."

According to the intensity of the nightmare, Jiang Cheng had just escaped it last night, so he wouldn't be drawn into it again tonight.

Of course, if they had the clue-filled newspaper from before, it would be a different story.

They already knew that was a way to intentionally enter the nightmare.

But even if he wanted to, it was impossible now since they didn't have anything on them.

The only clue-filled newspaper had already been used up by the doctor.

The entire day passed in a relatively relaxed atmosphere. It seemed that those who had experienced nightmares truly learned how to enjoy life.

Contrary to the Fatty's initial expectation, during the waiting time before entering the nightmare, Jiang Cheng didn't become numb with fear, losing hope in life and turning into a puddle of mud. Instead, he found it more meaningful than before.

At least, that's how it was for the doctor.

He was busy: first helping the doctor clean the room, fixing the broken bookshelves and chairs in the office, then organizing the tangled wires and securing them with blunt nails and insulating tape.

Lastly, he made sure the doctor had a balanced diet.

The only downside was that the pan-fried beef cubes for lunch were delayed until dinner due to some unavoidable factors.

Jiang Cheng, in a hurry, stuck a piece of beef into his mouth, barely able to hide his frown from the heat, but he rarely commented on the food.

But judging by his expression, the doctor was very satisfied with the dinner.

Otherwise, he would have at least made a few remarks.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng squinted, leaning back on the sofa, and called out to the Fatty, who was busy in the kitchen, "Just sear the remaining beef on both sides; I want it rare."

He paused and added, "Don't waste such good ingredients."

"Maybe you should just eat it raw, doctor," the Fatty shot back, "Anyway, we don't have sea salt or black pepper. There's half a bag of spicy sauce left, you could eat it with that."

Under the Fatty's care, Jiang Cheng's complexion had improved a lot recently. For dinner, he didn't eat too much, leaving a little food on his plate after reaching about 70-80% full.

After counting the remaining beef cubes, he went to the kitchen and inspected the fridge.

After the Fatty finished his tasks, he yawned and thought about taking a nap upstairs. But as soon as he reached upstairs and lay down, the surrounding dark feeling made him shiver.

He couldn't help but imagine the possibility of being dragged into a nightmare while asleep, and his chances of survival.

For the Fatty, nightmares were a very mysterious concept. If he had to compare them to something, he thought they were a little like flying in an airplane.

The chance of being dragged into a nightmare tonight was as low as the chance of an airplane crashing.

But once that premise came true, his chances of survival would also be as slim as the survival rate of a plane crash.

With that thought, the Fatty wisely rolled up his blanket, carried it downstairs, laid it on the sofa, and lay facing the doctor.

From this position, he could clearly see the doctor.

He immediately felt much safer.

After multiple reminders from the doctor, he now made sure to cover his neck with the blanket while sleeping. According to the doctor, this would give him a better chance to struggle if someone tried to break his neck.

"Doctor," the Fatty's lower face was buried in the blanket, and his voice was muffled, "It's not good to do vigorous exercise after eating," he kindly advised, "I had a classmate who died that way."

Jiang Cheng, who was doing push-ups with one hand, jerked and nearly slapped the floor with his face, then stood up, tilted his neck, and stared at the Fatty in confusion.

(End of the Chapter)

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