After the Young Master’s Death, He was Kissed by His Mortal Enemy! - Chapter 98

Clearly, Xia Xingyuan was not a shy person.

He was highly expressive and quite talkative, introducing himself in just a few sentences. He was a university student who hadn’t graduated yet. During his time at school, he participated in a baking club, so he was skilled at making desserts, which led to a natural part-time job at a bakery near the campus.

“That is truly impressive,” Shen Ran remarked sincerely. “When I was in university, I spent every day begging my roommates to bring me food. The only thing I knew how to make was instant noodles.”

“Oh? I didn’t think you even knew how to boil instant noodles,” Cheng Yi said, lifting an eyebrow in surprise.

“How else would I eat them if I didn’t boil them? Cheng Yi, you underestimate me too much. Anyone can boil instant noodles!”

“I thought with your personality, you would just dry-crunch the noodle block directly.”

“…”

Shen Ran couldn’t be bothered to deal with the man whose tongue was laced with poison. He turned his attention back to Xia Xingyuan. “So, if it’s convenient, could you tell me how you… well, died?”

Asking Xia Xingyuan how he died felt a bit too blunt, but for a moment, Shen Ran couldn’t find a more suitable phrasing.

Birth, old age, sickness, and death—too many people leave this world every day. If everyone turned into a spirit after death, the streets should be packed with translucent people. However, in all this time, he had only seen three or four spirits.

He speculated that perhaps only people like him, Xiao Dong, and Huang Yiheng those who suffered accidents became spirits through some stroke of luck.

As for the puppy running around on the floor… Shen Ran felt he couldn’t exactly ask it. So, he could only ask Xia Xingyuan to confirm his theory.

His expectant gaze fell on Xia Xingyuan, who instead put on a cheerful yet blank expression.

“Ah, actually, I don’t know how I died.”

“…Huh?”

Shen Ran was dumbfounded.

“No, how can you not know how you died? Forgetting how you died is as inconceivable as forgetting how to breathe. It should be impossible!”

“But I really don’t remember how I died.”

Xia Xingyuan rested his chin on one hand, looking down in thought. “I forgot the beginning, I forgot the middle, and I forgot the end. Anyway, by the time I came to my senses, I was already a ghost.”

“And then?” Shen Ran pressed.

“Then I just wandered the streets. I’m not from this city and I don’t have a home here, so I just strolled around every day.”

Shen Ran was speechless. He didn’t know how he died, yet he cheerfully accepted the fact that he was a spirit, and he was even this lively and optimistic. Xia Xingyuan’s heart was truly unusually large.

“I do know how Mop died, though,” Xia Xingyuan suddenly added.

“Mop? This puppy?”

Back on the street, Shen Ran thought he had heard Xia Xingyuan call the puppy by that name.

“Yes,” Xia Xingyuan nodded. “It happened not long ago. I was wandering the streets when I saw Mop get hit and killed by a car. After that, Mop turned into this, and we started wandering the streets together.”

So that’s it.

Even though he didn’t know how Xia Xingyuan died, this puppy named Mop also became a spirit because of an accidental death. His hypothesis was likely correct; Xia Xingyuan must have suffered some kind of accident back then.

“Hiss.” Shen Ran suddenly shivered. “Am I overthinking with conspiracy theories? Why does it feel colder and colder? Is it psychological?”

“It’s not psychological,” Xia Xingyuan explained kindly. “It’s probably because I’m here. I heard it from a spirit uncle while I was wandering: the more tragic the death, the colder the feeling you give off.”

A single Xiao Dong might not be enough to give someone the chills. But with three pure spirits in this apartment now, the cumulative effect was probably lowering the air temperature significantly.

For some reason, even though this should have been scary, hearing Xia Xingyuan explain it in such a cheerful voice only made Shen Ran feel a pang of sadness. Just what kind of tragic accident did Xia Xingyuan go through to not even know how he died?

Xia Xingyuan seemed to see his complex mood, so he asked with a smile, “By the way, Shen Ran, I have a favor to ask.”

“What is it?”

“A phone… could you get one for me too?”

As he spoke, Xia Xingyuan pointed at Xiao Dong’s phone with no small amount of envy. “I haven’t played with a phone in a long, long time. I really want one too.”

Shen Ran didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Okay, I got it!”

After settling Xiao Dong, Xia Xingyuan, and little Mop, Shen Ran finally dragged his exhausted body back to his and Cheng Yi’s place. Lying spread-eagle on the bed, Shen Ran’s voice was faint. “I feel so tired today. It feels like we did so much.”

“Because we did do a lot today.”

After changing into his pajamas, Cheng Yi stood by the bed, seemingly deep in thought. When Shen Ran looked at him, he simply turned off the light. “Go to sleep. Since you’re tired, we won’t do it tonight.”

Hearing this, the corner of Shen Ran’s mouth twitched uncontrollably. He was just about to ask what serious matter Cheng Yi was thinking about, only to find out that until a moment ago, Cheng Yi was still thinking about having another round with him?! Where did this man get such energy?

Fortunately, Cheng Yi gave up on the idea. Otherwise, he would have insisted on sleeping in separate beds tonight no matter what. He couldn’t take it; he literally couldn’t sleep in more ways than one.

However, after the light was turned off, the room didn’t go completely dark. Cheng Yi was already lying beside him. He reached out a finger and gently poked Cheng Yi’s shoulder.

“Cheng Yi, uh… I think the sun is coming up.”

They had indeed been busy all night without a wink of sleep. It was already dawn!

When Shen Ran woke up again, it was already afternoon. He was patted awake by Cheng Yi.

At first, Shen Ran hummed twice, pulled the quilt tighter, and turned over with some morning grumpiness. “Don’t touch me, I’m sleepy. I want to sleep more…”

“Wake up. Stop sleeping for a second and look at the messages in the homeowners’ group.”

“The homeowners’ group?”

Shen Ran struggled to stretch a hand out from the warm covers and took the phone from Cheng Yi. He forced one eye open to read the messages.

After seeing the chat history, Shen Ran’s eyes suddenly flew open. “No way, holy crap!?”

The message was sent at seven in the morning by the owner of the 24th floor.

24th Floor Owner: [Resident on the 25th floor, are you starting your spring cleaning this early in the morning?]

24th Floor Owner: [It’s almost New Year’s, I understand spring cleaning, but it would be better if you could be a bit quieter and more careful.]

24th Floor Owner: [I was sleeping, and every once in a while there’s the sound of something breaking in your place. It’s really affecting others.]

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