The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

Chapter 1098: Perplexed and Smitten (158)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

"You will sit here." He pointed to the exact spot she was thinking of.

Fang Erlan asked in a puzzled manner, "Why? I'm still confused. Can't you just give me an answer?"

Xiao Chenyang still refused to answer her, causing her to be extremely frustrated due to curiosity.

"Hop on."

"No."

Xiao Chenyang could not be bothered to talk to her either. He simply picked her up and placed her in the back row of the car before closing the door shut forcefully.

A pitiful Fang Erlan was squeezed up at the back row of the car, and she glared indignantly at the man sitting in front of her.

However, despite how she glared at him, he never turned back the whole time or answered her doubts.

After bearing with it for ten minutes, Fang Erlan watched as the car drove to an unknown direction and could no longer take it. "Are you trying to make me die of curiosity?!"

"You won't possibly die because of that."

"Tell me honestly, is this female corpse that has been preserved for centuries your ancestor?"

"Ancestor?" Xiao Chenyang lips twitched as he answered, "Given my height… is it possible that I'd have an ancestor that's only about 1.5 meters tall?"

"She could have inherited the genes of your male ancestors… but, since you've said it like this, it means she isn't your relative. Then who on earth was she? How is she related to you? Don't tell me you're really going to bring this corpse back to Qingyuan Estate?"

"I've already prepared the grave, I'm bringing her to the crematorium now." He automatically ignored her first two questions and merely replied to her last question.

"This is an ancient corpse, though. Won't an archeological team want to analyze it? Why would they allow you to cremate and bury it? Also, if you're not related to this corpse, would the archeological team have allowed you to collect it?"

"I am indeed related to her."

"And you said she wasn't your ancestor…" Fang Erlan replied simple-mindedly; she did not think about anything else that would have required her to venture out of her thinking capacity.

"She's Nan Chuang."

These words were like a sudden bolt of lightning, which left Fang Erlan completely astounded.

It took a while for her to finally recover.

"Nan Chuang…" she murmured these words to herself before asking, "The two of you… how are the two of you related…?"

Previously, she had thought that this Nan Chuang must be the woman he loved most. But now, she had to overturn her theory because this woman was someone who had been dead for so many years!

But if she was someone who had been dead for so many years, how would he know her name so clearly and call out for her when he was drunk…?

A terrifying truth came to her mind.

Despite that, she refused to believe it.

"She's the woman I love the most."

Fang Erlan looked up abruptly. "How could it be… she's been dead for so long, and you… Don't tell me… you… you…"

He gave an unrestrained laugh, simply agreeing with her words tacitly. "Are you scared?"

Such a laughter from him struck her heart directly, leaving her catching her breath.

Fang Erlan's face turned absolutely pale. She could no longer move.

Her limbs went numb and cold.

It was as if her blood had stopped circulating in her body.

"You… you…" She gulped before going on, "Don't tell me, you've lived for… many years?"

He watched the state she was in through the rear view mirror, and the whole scene was what he had expected long ago. It was only the beginning, yet she was already in such a state of shock.

If she were to find out the whole truth, one could only imagine…

But there were some things that she had to find out sooner or later.

It was just a matter of time.

He wanted to tell her little by little, starting from this moment and then onward.

Seeing how quiet he was being, Fang Erlan asked, "Why aren't you speaking?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Of course I want you to say whether it's true or not!"

"It's true."

"What?!"

"Why would I lie to you? If not, do you think that that time when I brought you to Mount Wanyan was also fake and just a dream you had?"

"Oh god…" Fang Erlan's heart started to beat rapidly. "How could this happen in this world… how could there be someone who has lived for so many years…?"

"Just because you don't know or have never heard of something doesn't mean that they don't exist," he replied in a rather gentle voice.

"Then, tell me, why do you want to be with me since you already have someone else that you love, although she's dead? I know that I look nothing like her, so why?"

"I'll answer this question of yours when the time comes."

"Can't you tell me now?"

"There's no hurry."

"But I'm desperate to know now!"

He kept a calm demeanor. "Then stay that way."

"You jerk!" He was triggering her curiosity but refused to answer her doubts.

With his gaze fixed ahead and the steering wheel in hand, he did not speak another word for the rest of the ride to the crematorium.

It seemed that he had also given the people at the crematorium a heads-up earlier.

When they got off the car, she probed, "Then, can you tell me, why did the people at the museum allow you to collect the corpse?"

"Because I told Hua… An Xiaoning to send it to the museum. Then, An Xiaoning told them to allow me to collect it. Could they possibly go against her?"

"Sis Xiaoning…"

Fang Erlan recalled the time she had told Sis Xiaoning about her recurrent dreams and the corpse she had seen. But at that time, An Xiaoning had not told her that she was the one who had sent the corpse to the museum…

Could she have already known back then that the woman was the one Xiao Chenyang loved most?

Was it because it was inconvenient to tell her or did Xiao Chenyang not allow her to reveal it?

Between these two alternatives, she felt that the latter was more possible.

Given Xiao Chenyang's temper, that was probably the case.

Of course, it could have been that Sis Xiaoning did not want to be nosy…

He carefully took the corpse from the front passenger seat and carried it down the car before entering the crematorium.

Fang Erlan followed behind him.

His pace was rather fast, so by the time he carried the corpse and placed it on the bed in the funeral parlor, she had only just entered the main entrance.

The professional makeup artist was putting makeup on the corpse.

Looking at the face of the corpse lying on that bed, Fang Erlan noticed that she looked ravishing. She had to admit that this woman with a height of about 1.5 meters had stunning looks.

She glanced at the corpse, then turned to look at Xiao Chenyang, who had a grave expression on his face.

She held her breath and kept silent, still trying to digest what he had said on the car earlier.

Because it was simply a piece of unbelievable news.

Having seen the corpse in the museum and then spending a brief moment with it in the same car, Fang Erlan was emotional not just about the corpse, which had been perfectly preserved, but also about this woman, who was not quite tall yet looked stunning. Not to mention, there was that piece of shocking news she had received. Other than that, she felt nothing toward this corpse.

But when the corpse entered the incinerator, for some reason, tears started to flow down Fang Erlan's cheeks continuously. She reached out to wipe them away and lowered her head to look at these crystal droplets on her fingers.

Before Xiao Chenyang could see them, she swiftly wiped her tears away.

When the staff at the funeral parlor placed the urn in Xiao Chenyang's hands, he took them and left this place without uttering a single word.

After placing the urn at the back row of the car, he removed the red ribbons from the vehicle. Fang Erlan then had no choice but to sit in the front passenger seat, although the thought of a corpse being seated there just a while ago bothered her slightly.

"Are we going to the cemetery now?"

"Yes."

"Since she's the woman you loved most, why did you cremate her? She's been preserved so well, you could have looked at her like that every day. Isn't that right?"