Dating the Strongest Boss

Translator: Yuzu

Jin Hong clenched her fist and was in disbelief when this statement was said.

What kind of society was this! How can such a barbaric social identity still exist?

Ma Hang was a little nauseous, and after a couple of glances at the door, he couldn't stand it any longer and walked out.

Huang Ke's throat moved, and he was surprisingly quiet when he heard Hu Bing's words. The youngest one's stress reaction was not even as intense as Ma Hang's.

Xiao Chen's expression was considered cold, using his collar to block his nose, as if he could not stand the smell of the room a bit.

The man who had been staying downstairs, Ma Chenggong, actually didn't know when he came up. When he saw the scene inside the room, he was first slightly shocked and then frowned. Still, his heart had a mysteriously unexpected and reasonable feeling about this picture.

Hu Bing swept over the crowd and said, "Let's go, let's go to the other room."

This time, after just leaving the room, except for Ma Chenggong, who intentionally or unintentionally avoided Xiao Chen's line of sight, everyone's eyes landed on Xiao Chen's body for a moment as they walked to the other door.

"…."

Xiao Chen was stared at in silence. He paused and walked up. After taking two steps, he suddenly felt someone place a light kiss on his left ear, causing him to tremble and the tips of his ears to turn a little red.

'So cute.' Xiao Chen heard the person leaning against his ear.

Xiao Chen pursed his lips, and he didn't let his cold expression crack.

'Behave yourself.' There was a bit of coaxing and somewhat coquettishness in his tone.

'Fine.' The man laughed lightly.

Xiao Chen’s hand touched the chain cautiously.

“Clack.” The iron chain split apart once again.

“&#k2026;”

Everyone had a really mysterious feeling arise inside of them.

Xiao Chen retracted his gaze, intending to retreat to the side. He heard the man say in his ear, &#k2018;Am I being good?’

“Let’s go.” Hu Bing’s eyes swept over Xiao Chen and withdrew his gaze. He was still the one to walk first.

Jin Hong kept giving herself hints in her heart, even preparing herself to see ghosts, trying to calm down in case she saw something unusual again.

Surprisingly, when the door opened, the scene inside couldn't have been more normal.

There was a bed, a table, and a chair in the room. The bed was piled with many clothes that teenage boys wear. It was probably because this room had not been opened for a long time that it was piled with dust. There were also many books and school supplies on the table.

Hu Bing looked around the room and pursed his lips a little.

Xiao Chen didn't believe that Tan Jun had sent him up here without a purpose, so he observed in the doorway for two seconds and directly started to turn over the table.

It was also simply because he wore gloves, so it wouldn't make him feel bad when he touched the things in this room.

The people around him saw him like this and began to search the room for clues.

Jin Hong opened the drawer, and what caught her eye was a black leather book. The paper was yellowed, and it looked very old.

She picked it up and flipped through it. When she got a good look at what was inside, she stiffened. Even her hand became unsteady with the book.

(1) I've been hungry for days and could only manage to eat Guanyin clay, but my stomach became like a balloon, and I've been constipated for a whole week…

(2) It's so strange. Mom said she was going to follow Grandpa to get food, but Grandpa came back in the evening, and Mom didn't.

(3) It was a great day today because Grandpa got meat from somewhere, it's probably the first time I've eaten meat in years. I've forgotten what it tasted like, and it's a little hard to bite into. Grandpa said it's because it's raw meat, but that's okay, it tastes better than the Guanyin clay, cotton, and bark I've been eating.

(4) Dad won't let me go out now, saying it's dangerous out there. Even the uncles I know have told me to go around them so that I won't get caught by them.

I miss Mom so much.

(5) I'm so scared now. I saw Fatty being killed with a knife by his father's hand…

(6) Grandma told me that our village was cursed, one by one the people in the village disappeared!

(7) Grandma is also missing today…

The handwriting on the black leather book wasn't very good. It was written crookedly, and some of the words were a little hard to identify.

Hu Bing snatched the black leather book and flipped through its contents, his expression growing more and more serious.

"Our suspicions were right." Hu Bing's voice was low. Although he was mature, in the end, he was still only a boy in his early twenties, and his emotions were inevitably a bit unstable.

The crowd gathered around and flipped through the black leather book. The atmosphere became somewhat depressed.

Hu Bing seemed to have suddenly reacted to something, his expression instantly horrified, "Wait a minute! In the next room are two old people and a couple, but this room is a child's room, so where did the child go?"

Jin Hong was all over the place, her eyes trembled, coming back to her senses, "No, no, if those four people in the other room are a family, what role does the village chief play?"

When Ma Hang heard this, his eyes instantly widened, and cold sweat couldn't stop coming out of his head. He felt a little chilled from the bottom of his heart. Ma Hang swallowed his saliva, and his legs began to tremble.

Huang Ke paled and did not know what to think.

Hu Bing pursed his lips, his heartbeat began to speed up wildly, his hands trembled a bit, and his body was becoming a bit weak. Something flashed in his mind, and his eyes contracted sharply. He raised his head, looked at the crowd, and said, "Everyone, I have a bold guess."

The crowd looked at him in confusion.

"Could it be," he paused, "Could it be that the village chief is this child who wrote the diary?"

"What?" Jin Hong blurted out in shock, finding it hard to accept at all, and quickly denied, "How is it possible? Based on the timing, if this child is still alive, he would be no more than thirty years old now! How could he be an old man?"

Hu Bing shook his head and squared off, "Have you heard of Nguyen Thi Phuong?"

"Who?" Ma Hang didn't hear the name clearly and frowned at the question.

But as soon as Jin Hong heard the name, she immediately covered her mouth and nose and screamed out.

"The case of the Vietnamese woman Nguyen Thi Phuong is famous in medical history," Jin Hong calmed down, "She suffered from a very rare skin disease. In an extremely short period of time, her skin rapidly aged and wrinkled. She was only twenty-six years old, but she looked to be around seventy years old."

Hu Bing nodded, "Yes, and to this day, they couldn't uncover the real cause. There are two conjectures in the medical community. One is that she has an allergic reaction to seafood, and the other is that she is suffering from a lipid secretion disease."

Ma Hang was confused but understood most of what was being said, "You mean to say that the village chief has this disease and his true age is only thirty?"

Hu Bing sneered, narrowed his eyes, and shook his head, "No, more than that; I think all the people in this village have this disease!"

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The author has something to say: Nguyen Thi Phuong is a real person, and interested cuties can Baidu, hahaha.