I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 829 I Like You (Five Honest Updates, Asking for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 829: Chapter 829 I Like You (Five Honest Updates, Asking for Monthly Votes)

You looked at Chen Ming and sighed, "If you have nothing to hide, take us back to the apartment you rented now."

"No, no, no! I can’t go back, there... there is..."

As if realizing something, Chen Ming hastily chose to remain silent.

"Is there a ghost in your house?"

By this time, you had walked up to Chen Ming and pulled a notebook out of your pocket.

The notebook looked relatively thick and had a very elegant appearance with its pink cover, clearly something a girl would use.

"This..."

"You can open it now and take a look."

Chen Ming looked up at you and, after pondering, turned on a streetlight and opened the pink notebook.

May 8th, sunny.

The weather was really nice today, the gardenias in the community bloomed, the fragrance was strong but not overwhelming. Does this signify that summer is coming?

Today, a super embarrassing thing happened in the elevator. When I was entering the building, the elevator doors were about to close, and it was a boy in a white shirt and blue and white jeans who blocked the elevator door for me, but after entering the elevator, I was too shy to even say thank you. So embarrassing.

May 16th, light rain.

The mimosa flowers in the community also bloomed. I heard from Grandma when I was a child that mimosa flowers are a symbol of love. If two strangers pick up the fallen mimosa flowers under the mimosa tree at the same time, it means they can be together forever.

He appeared again, that boy in the white shirt and blue and white jeans.

Today, I boldly smiled at him, but he seemed very dejected, like he messed something up.

I was so silly, he was already so distressed, and I still smiled at him.

I really hope he can be happy.

May 21st, sunny.

He came again, this time with two middle-aged people to look at a house. I heard from the security that he is a sales agent at a real estate agency. He seems to have offended the manager, and all the unsellable houses in the community ended up in his hands.

Oh my, how mean of that manager, he must be a bald, nasty old man who even chokes on water!

I really hope he can sell the apartment upstairs.

May 26th, sunny.

We met in the elevator again, which was nice.

But, before I could start a conversation, he left.

...

June 17th, light rain.

Finally, the apartment upstairs was sold.

But...

After this, we probably won’t see each other again...

Should I say something to him?

I really want to know his name...

Yesterday, he was excitedly clenching his fists in the elevator; the house must have been settled...

Tomorrow, if I can still see him tomorrow, I’ll talk to him and tell him my name is Wen Yi...

I... like you...

"Drip."

A teardrop heavily fell onto the pink diary.

Tears, uncontrollably streaming down.

Chen Ming held the diary in his arms and dropped heavily to his knees on the hard cement floor.

"Let’s go, let’s take a look at your house."

"Okay."

This time, Chen Ming no longer resisted but followed the four of you to the dormitory building he was renting.

Everyone knew that it was not an easy task to stay alive, especially for those young men and women who entered the international metropolis full of hopes and dreams.

Who knew how many people had left under the cruel market competition, carrying a heart full of trauma; and how many others clenched their teeth, desperately enduring and still hoping...

You all understood Chen Ming’s living situation very well, especially to you, in a sense, you were the same type of people, only slightly different.

The five of you reached the fourth floor; the surroundings suddenly turned chilly.

Chen Ming’s originally resolute steps also slowed down.

"What, are you scared?" Xu Hai laughed beside him, "If you’re scared, don’t go. Later, I will find some Taoists and use talismans to blast her into ashes."

"No!"

Chen Ming suddenly spoke, with a firm look in his eyes, "I want to see her, even if she has come to claim my life, I want to make things clear in person."

Exchanging glances with Xu Hai, you smiled at each other.

Chen Ming’s room door was always half-opened; standing at the door, he took a deep breath and slowly pushed it open.

It was very dark inside the room, but there were lights in the hallway. With the help of these lights, one could still make out the objects inside the room.

At that moment, the hallway’s lights suddenly went out, turning the room pitch black.

"Damn it, who turned off the lights? I’ll turn them on."

Xu Hai, who was standing by the wall, reached out to flip the switch, and just as the lights inside the room brightly lit up, Xu Hai suddenly felt something next to him and turned his head.

"Whoa!" he jumped up in fright!

"Whoa! Whoa!"

He was so frightened that he started babbling incoherently. He quickly rushed behind you, clutching your arm and exclaimed, "Bro, she looks pretty fierce, can you handle her?"

"Quiet!"

You sharply silenced them, and Xu Hai, trembling uncontrollably, along with Chen Ming who had been too scared to lift his head, both calmed down.

"Chen Ming, she is right in front of you now, say whatever you need to say."

Without hesitation, Chen Ming knelt down towards the ghost of Wen Yi with disheveled hair!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The guy kowtowed three times heavily on the hard floor!

Afterwards, through Chen Ming’s narration, you finally understood the whole story.

Originally, Chen Ming was waiting for a client in Room 1202. They had agreed on the timing, but the client changed their mind at the last minute, seemingly interested in another property. Chen Ming, initially full of hope, was once again devastated and sat in the unfinished room, sighing repeatedly.

Just as he was about to leave, a black cat suddenly entered from outside the door.

Since nobody lived in Room 1202, it absolutely had to be kept clean, or it would become even harder to sell.

So, Chen Ming tried to drive the black cat out, but in the process, the cat got irritated and, after scratching his arm and almost his face, Chen Ming kicked the cat in panic.

Being very close to the windowsill, the black cat was kicked out of the window, and during its fall, it hit a flower pot, leading to the tragedy.

Tears had already blurred Chen Ming’s eyes; he bowed his head, not daring to make eye contact with the ghost of Wen Yi. At that moment, he wasn’t afraid, but overwhelmed with guilt and regret!

"I’m sorry, I... I really didn’t mean to, I... If I knew that would happen, even if the cat blinded me, I wouldn’t have kicked it!"

Slowly, the ghost of Wen Yi floated towards Chen Ming, sinking slowly. She lowered her head, looked at the pink diary in Chen Ming’s arms, and in a low voice asked, "Is this... my diary?"

"I... I’m sorry, I opened it and read it."

Chen Ming bowed his head.

The ghost of Wen Yi did not make any physical move, as if she was just chatting with an old friend, "It’s okay, because, I have read your diary too."