Dating the Strongest Boss

Translator: Yuzu

In the midsummer night, Wang Xing couldn't help but shudder. She felt cold as she wore a disposable black mask to cover her nose and mouth and was dressed in all black clothing.

There were a lot of flying insects at night, and from time to time, several of them would suddenly rush in front of her, even poking her in the eye.

Liang Jing was digging a pit with a shovel. His entire body looked cold. Wang Xing, standing next to him, was in a trance: Why does this man seem so strange?

There were two particularly large black garbage bags on the ground. The mouths of the bags were tightly tied, and when you got close enough, you could smell the rotting meat, especially in this weather, where it only takes a day for meat to rot. The unpleasant smell even attracted ants looking for food.

Despite the tight stranglehold of the two garbage bags, some of the sticky stuff inside still came out, looking disgustingly like animal guts.

Wang Xing kind of wanted to vomit but managed to endure. She didn't even dare to act rashly and wished to shrink her presence.

After the pit was dug most of the way, Liang Jing looked coldly at the now trembling Wang Xing next to him and withdrew his gaze. He didn't care whether she made a move or not. As long as she was involved in this matter, their fates are tied together. No one will be better off!

Wang Xing's brain was full of thoughts. She had no idea when exactly Liang Jing had killed anyone, let alone who he had killed. This feeling of the unknown intensified her panic.

"Hand me the bag." Liang Jing suddenly issued with a commanding tone, directly startling her and interrupting her train of thought.

Wang Xing returned to her senses, staggered two steps, and handed the plastic bag to him hurriedly.

However, even with her gloves on, when her hands touched the black bag, the slippery and somewhat stiff feel made her whole body feel numb.

It's a corpse! A mutilated corpse!

Her breathing was somewhat unmistakably chaotic.

What a cruel way of death was this? And be chopped up?

Liang Jing couldn't figure out what she was thinking and didn't have time to guess. He was breaking out in a cold sweat, his fingers stiffening as he continued the same bending motion.

Finally.

His eyes were rid of fear and were more ecstatic.

Finally, a scapegoat!

He finally doesn’t have to die!!!

“Do you remember the first time the two of us met?” Xiao Chen lay in the man’s arms and suddenly tilted his head, his gaze falling on the man.

“Hmm?” The man’s voice was soft.

"I saw you." Xiao Chen hooked his lips, "You were standing right across the road, and I saw you first!"

Despite the chaos of the surrounding area, the crowd screaming and noisy, and the cars parked rampantly around, all peace was disrupted by the sudden car accident. However, this man was like a traveler who had been alone for ten thousand years, as motionless as a stake, looking at the world with an expressionless face. Even if the world around him was disturbed, it could not change his expression.

Most importantly, he could tell at a glance that no one could see the man but himself.

The man chuckled lightly, not knowing what flashed through his mind, and touched Xiao Chen's head, "Mm."

But it wasn't the first glance he had, the one that could have made him willing to fall into hell. Since then, there had been only one person in his eyes from beginning to end.

The man narrowed his eyes as if he was caught up in some memory.

Xiao Chen's fate was too strong. As a life that died prematurely, the Heavenly Dao always seemed to intentionally or unintentionally arrange all sorts of natural deaths around him, trying to erase this existence.

Whether seven years ago or now, the so-called survivors who are beloved by the God of Death are merely the tools of the God of Death to counteract the ways of Heaven and protect his beloved.

The little girl who was supposed to die in that car accident survived by a fluke because the pattern was disrupted.

The subject of the car accident was also naturally grafted to the woman who had gotten the prophetic dream to escape a plane accident.

The little girl's existence changed the pattern once again, affecting the five unrelated people, Li Haibo, Yang Meili, Yuan Zhong, Liang Jing, and Wang Xing.

"He hurt his cousin, and that girl killed herself." Those were the exact words he'd said to the child.

The man quirked his lips.

Chuckling, fake, it was just an excuse he used to coax the child.

Li Haibo harmed Zhou Xinxin and committed adultery; Yuan Zhong committed theft to raise money to help Zhou Xinxin get an abortion, and even passed the crime on to Yang Meili, compounding the crime; Yang Meili, to raise funds for her mother's medical treatment, killed the baby in the womb that already had consciousness; Liang Jing and Wang Xing were drunk driving without a license, hit and killed Zhou Xinxin then fled, committing the crime of murder.

All of the seemingly unrelated people are linked together and guilty of a crime because of the same person.

And Zhou Xinxin's destiny had returned to the initial destination.

And the fundamental source of these crimes was Xiao Chen.

If he wanted to fill these vacancies and conform to the law, he would have to wipe them all out and minimize Xiao Chen's influence to protect him.

The man narrowed his eyes with a dangerous look in them.

This wasn't the first time, and it would never be the last. He wouldn't mind doing this a million times, as long as it was for the sake of the child.

Have you heard the story of the praying mantis that eats the husband?

When the female mantis is in a state of high hunger, the male mantis sacrifices himself to become food for the female mantis.

The man didn't mind being such a male praying mantis for Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen's hand restlessly began to pull the man's hair and touched the man's face. After a pause, Xiao Chen asked, somewhat sullenly, "Are you not going to get old?"

Like an immortal witch who can only watch her loved ones grow old and die while she stays young forever.

As if sensing that the child was not in the right mood, he immediately explained, "No, my face is just skin and can change," the man added, "I'll grow old with you."

Xiao Chen blinked, looked at the man's elite-looking face, suddenly laughed, and said, "Then can you become just as big as me."

The man's face was estimated to be thirty years old, and his appearance hadn't changed since their first encounter.

The man didn't say anything, his gaze fixed on Xiao Chen's eyes. His grey eyes were full of intoxicated obsession as it reflected Xiao Chen's figure.

This was his greatest treasure.

Under Xiao Chen's gaze, the man's appearance changed at a visible rate, and his whole body looked younger and younger; even his skin began to become radiant. The eyes were still grey, and the nose was still hawkish, but for some reason, it was as if Xiao Chen's nerves had been stimulated by something, and his whole body froze.

He usually had this very subtle feeling when he looked at a man's face, like a bone-deep sense of having watched and loved this face all his life.

And right now, seeing the man like this was incredibly intense!

Then, under the man's gaze, Xiao Chen's face quickly exploded red.

"You like me like this." The man grasped Xiao Chen's hand in his, with a bit of teasing.

"I don't! I don't! Don't be ridiculous!" Xiao Chen was furious and broke away from the man's hand, looking a little ashamed.

Remember, as long as it's you!

I'll do anything for you!

Everything will be just as you want it!

My Love.

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Hi! I'm Yuzu and I'll be translating this novel from now on