Chapter 1 (1/2)

I’m Going to Pick a Cemetery for You

Cheng Lang never imagined the day that he would find himself waking up to a woman on top of him.

Xing Shu sat astride on Cheng Lang’s abdomen and leaned forward to kiss his neck. After confirming that it left a conspicuous hickey, she greeted him with a smile, “Good morning, Young Uncle.” Xing Shu moved closer to Cheng Lang’s lips and gave him a passionate morning kiss.

Cheng Lang’s hair was messy, and his pupils constricted for a moment. His thin lips tinged with a faint smile. He raised his hand and grabbed Xing Shu’s neck. “Xing Shu, you’ve got a nerve!”

How dare she scheme against him—she must be tired of living

.

As Cheng Lang tightened his grip, Xing Shu found it difficult to breathe. Her face was red—but she was undaunted—and raised her eyebrows at Cheng Lang, smiling. “As they say, ‘If my body should perish, girls I’ll still cherish’. A night with Young Uncle is worth dying for.”

Cheng Lang was taken aback, and his eyes became even colder. He let go of Xing Shu—grabbed a shirt at the side—and put it on. Xing Shu touched her neck and asked him, “Young Uncle, where are you going?”

Cheng Lang’s facial features looked like they were exquisitely carved by

Nuwa

—he was drop-dead gorgeous. Just a casual glance at him made one’s body tingle.

Cheng Lang said, “I’m going to pick a cemetery for you. Which direction would you like it to face?”

Xing Shu’s eyes narrowed and she smiled guiltily. “Oh… Young Uncle is such a joker.”

At nearly 1.9 meters tall, the majestic Cheng Lang cut an imposing figure when he lowered his head to look at someone. The black Buddhist bracelet on his wrist contrasted sharply with his cool white skin, making him seem so pure. Known as the “Buddha on Earth”, the Fifth Master of the Cheng family was on an altar and extremely imperious.

“Pick an urn too. What style do you like?” Cheng Lang deadpanned. His thin lips were tightly pursed and his eyes were slightly lowered.