A Lovely Girl Turning into a Rat

‘It may not be a bad idea to quit my job,’ Dong Ci, sitting in front of the TV, thought.

‘Chen Qi… I feel as if I knew him a long time ago. Anyway, he is a chef.” Dong Ci suddenly smiled and thought, ‘His girlfriend can eat delicious food every day.’

But in reality, a shoemaker might have no shoes and a chef might not do the cooking when he was at home. Sometimes, things were not always as they seemed to be.

Luo Nan went to work. Dong Ci had to make dinner by herself tonight. ‘What should I eat for dinner? Maybe I should go to the supermarket and buy some food first,’ she thought to herself. It was raining outside. People were mostly sentimental on a rainy day. Dong Ci felt lost because she seemed to have no cause to worry. Everything was fine. She had a healthy body, a healthy appetite, a good lover and a big house. There was no rubbish in the trash can because Luo Nan took the trash away when he went out. He said that doing housework gave him a sense of achievement.

Dong Ci decided to change her clothes and then go to the supermarket around the corner to buy some meat and vegetables.

After opening the wardrobe, she felt someone standing behind her. She risked a quick glance back over her shoulder but found nothing.

She had a lot of clothes, but none of them was suitable to wear to the supermarket.

Dong Ci sighed, sat cross-legged on the floor and said to the woman curled up in the corner of the wardrobe with a hairpin in her hair, “What do you want from me? Was I indebted to you in the previous life?”

Now that the ghosts had appeared in her life, she could only face them.

Yang Zhen twisted her lips into a meaningful smile and fixed her eyes on Dong Ci without saying a word.

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“Marvelous! I can see the ghosts.” Dong Ci murmured to herself, “No need to be afraid. It’s just a matter of getting used to the ghosts.”

If you went to the supermarket in your pajamas, people would know that you lived nearby.

Dong Ci’s phone rang. She reached out a hand to put the key in the door and at the same time, took out her cell phone with the other hand. “Hello, who’s speaking, please?”

“Are you Miss Dong?” Chen Qi opened the door with the key in one hand and held his cell phone with the other hand.

“Yes. You are that tourist with stomach trouble.” Dong Ci threw herself on the sofa.

Chen Qi sat down on the sofa and asked, “How do you know it’s me?”

“I’ve sharp ears,” she answered.

“Aren’t you going to ask how I got your number?” he asked.

“You didn’t ask me for my number before I left that day,” she replied.

“I want to see you. Would you like to go out to dinner with me?”

“Yes, I’d like to.”

Dong Ci thought, ‘That’s great! I don’t have to cook the dinner.’

Chen Qi also thought, ‘That’s great! I don’t have to cook the dinner.’

It didn’t matter what you ate, but who you ate with.

“I’m getting married. You’re too late.” Dong Ci licked tomato sauce on her finger.

The noodles served with bean sauce and tomato sauce tasted good.

Chen Qi looked at her and said, “You are very confident.”

“If you didn’t like me, you wouldn’t have invited me to dinner with you.” Dong Ci looked out of the window.

“They’re looking at me,” she suddenly said.

“Who are they?” Chen Qi looked around and asked, “Your friends?”

Dong Ci smiled, “Yes, they are my friends.”

“You can ask them to dinner with us,” said Chen Qi.

“They don’t need to eat.” Dong Ci waved to the three figures outside the window and they gradually disappeared in the darkness.

After dinner, Dong Ci walked out of the restaurant and was about to hail a taxi when Chen Qi said, “How about I take you home?”

Dong Ci got in his car and felt surprisingly secure with him around. She stared at the man beside her, as her heart gradually went wild. ‘Chef… He’s a chef. I have never made friends with a chef before,’ she thought.

While driving, Chen Qi held Dong Ci’s hand. For some unknown reason she did not pull her hand back.

The little boy sat in the backseat crying sadly and quietly. He wanted to be a human being but had no way to be reincarnated in a new body. So, he could only exist in the world as a ghost. He felt aggrieved because he couldn’t be reborn. People cried when they felt aggrieved, so did ghosts. There were so many innocent ghosts in the world. They always drifted from pillar to post.

The car stopped in front of a villa. It was Chen Qi’s house. When a man drove you home, you’d better ask him, “Are you going to drive me to my house or your house?”