Bone Painting Coroner - Chapter 4 – A Violent Death?

“Why do you insist on marrying me?”“My son likes you, and I like you even more!”He is a noble young master who holds a high status, but he has a mischievous son whose mother is unknown.She is an ordinary and humble celebrity from the bottom tier, yet she caught the attention of this father and son duo.After marrying him, she is spoiled to the utmost and successfully fulfills her dream of becoming a renowned diva in the entertainment industry.However...After experiencing such beautiful love, what is there to be afraid of?When I love you, you are my whole world. When I don't love you, would there be such a time?PS: Tao Yaoyao VIP group 574598711~

[Congratulations, host on your successful transmigration. Thank you for your patronage. You have been allocated the Tycoon Inheritance System. Do you wish to bond with the system?]

“Inheritance?”

Now known as Chen Kai in a parallel world to his original earth, he is given the gift to live this life as carefree as ever.

“No, citizens to lead. No wars are to be fought. No politics. No demanding missions. I'm back to being a simple nobody with endless opportunities”

[Host would you like to bind with the system to gain your inheritance?]

“Sure. What's life without some perks?”

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”