Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon-Chapter 260 - 259: Nothing in his grave

"No, three years is too long," he rejected her ridiculous request. At first, his heart skipped a beat when she said she’ll consider him, but when he heard three years, his eyes darkened.

"Then months?" Qin Zhuzhu quickly switched and lowered the number

"No," he said, looking displeased.

"Then weeks?" She asked weakly.

"Days," he replied.

Qin Zhuzhu: "!!!!"

Days only? So short? Why did he suddenly switched from being gentle to domineering?

"How about seven days?!" She hurriedly bargained with him in case he decrease the number.

He thought about it for a while and then agreed. "Okay,"

"Then you better keep your promise! And I need to consider it without any distractions so I want to live at Sanya’s apartment,"

"How is here a distraction? No one dares to disturb you," Shentu Jing replied innocently.

Qin Zhuzhu: "...."

Because. You. Are. A. Distraction. Yourself!

She finally understood something. This person didn’t need to do anything, his existence was a huge distraction itself.

"We’ll talk about it the next day," Shentu Jing said, glancing at the clock.

The next morning, Shentu Jing drove her to Sanya’s apartment. Along the way, he stopped at a supermarket and bought her some groceries, toiletries and blankets. Once there, he started to help her arrange everything neatly so that she could live here comfortably.

Qin Zhuzhu glanced at the grocery bags on the floor. Slowly she picked up a pink packaging from the bag together with a box of medicine for menstrual cramps, her face paled instantly. He even bought these for her.... Too thoughtful.

Qin Zhuzhu sat on the couch, watching Shentu Jing go back and forth busily. His sleeves were rolled up and he wasn’t wearing a necktie. Right now he looked like a house husband who was getting everything ready for his pregnant wife.

Pregnant wife? What the hell was she thinking? Qin Zhuzhu wanted to slap her head.

After checking the fridge to make sure that it was stocked with foods to the brim, and even the air conditioning to make sure it was working, he still stood there trying to think if he had missed anything. Qin Zhuzhu couldn’t take it anymore, and coughed lightly.

"Shentu Jing, no need to trouble yourself anymore, I can take care of myself!"

He turned and walked towards her and gently brushed her cheek, fingers lightly touching her ear. "Then I’m heading out."

Qin Zhuzhu nodded eagerly. She was happy to kick him out!

Once he left, Qin Zhuzhu felt into a daze and threw herself on the couch. Seven days.... She won’t be seeing or contacting him in seven days.

Click!

The door opened and Sanya walked into her apartment, and gasped, dropping her bags dramatically.

"Holy cow! Is this my messy lair or am I in heaven?!" Sanya spun around, eyes wide like saucers. She scanned the apartment like Mars rover looking for alien life.

Her precious lair.... had been turned into a comfy place!

Shentu Jing had made the place looked cozy and warm, clearing up all the mess, arranging the sheets and even used a steam iron on the curtains. The room looked like a 5 star hotel!

"Fairy godmother has turned your lair into a seclusion cave for me," Qin Zhuzhu said in a flat tone.

"What fairy godmother? It’s clearly your husband!" Sanya kicked off her shoes and went to sit beside her.

"Why are you here? Don’t tell me you arrange everything by yourself? Oh wait, now I know! Your husband is coming to pick you up, right?!" She gave her a suspicious look.

"I’m staying here for seven days. And he’s not my husband!" Qin Zhuzhu pouted.

"Okay. You get agitated when someone mentioned Shentu Jing. Still trying to deny that you like him?" Sanya

"Sanya, I heard your parents are coming to Shengjing," Qin Zhuzhu retorted with a foxy expression.

"Fuck! I need to hide!" Instantly, she stopped teasing her and rushed off.

Qin Zhuzhu laughed at Sanya’s fleeting back.

"Why do you want to hide from your parents?"

"They can kill people with their mouths!" Sanya shouted from her room.

Qin Zhuzhu’s face was that of one who saw a murder.

*******

Shentu Mingye checked the records again and again. There was no doubt. Skyward Peak Residence was bought by someone by the surnamed Shentu.

That day, he secretly followed Qin Zhuzhu and Sanya. He saw them entered and walked into Skyward Peak Residence.

How could she enter the residence so easily?

There were some photos of Shentu Chu’s wedding taken by some of the guests. In the background of one photo, there was a man fighting with some armed guards.

The figure of the man was familiar that Shentu Mingye thought he was hallucinating. To confirm that he wasn’t going crazy, Shentu Mingye called Jiang Zhaoling.

"Zhaoling, come and take a look at this," he sent her those blurry pictures.

Within minutes, Jiang Zhaoling was in Shentu Mingye’s private residence.

"I saw those pictures online. Don’t you think that that person looks familiar?" Shentu Mingye handed his tablet to her.

But when Jiang Zhaoling searched online, it was blank.

"Where are those pictures now?! Why can’t they be found online anymore???!" Jiang Zhaoling clicked frantically on the mouse but the news and photos were all deleted.

Someone has deleted them! Someone was trying to stop them from finding out about that mysterious masked man.

"Fuck! They are really cruel and efficient!" Jiang Zhaoling cursed.

Shentu Mingye slapped the table with a loud bang. "Luckily I downloaded those photos!"

"Why didn’t you say so earlier? Jiang Zhaoling scolded.

"I almost forgot," Shentu Mingye gave a weak answer.

"Last time when I dug out Shentu Jing’s grave, it was empty," Jiang Zhaoling said with a stunned expression.

"Empty! You even dug his grave! Jiang Zhaoling, you are really something!" He couldn’t imagine that a girl would do such dirty and dangerous thing.

"Yeah, don’t you want to find out the truth? Of course one needs to endure hardships and turbulence to obtain it. " Jiang Zhaoling explained.

"So there’s nothing in his grave. Then where is his real body?"

Their eyes met, connecting as if their thoughts are shared as well.

"Are you thinking what I’m thinking?" Shentu Mingye and Jiang Zhaoling exchanged glances.