Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 1541 - 1363: A Stormy Night in Jianghu

Chapter 1541: Chapter 1363: A Stormy Night in Jianghu

Clan Chief and Xiaolian struggled until dawn.

As the sky began to hint with the pale light of early morning, accompanied by a thick mist rising, Xiaolian’s originally tender body that seemed could drip water suddenly aged at a visible rate, her snow-white, supple skin slowly turning into the bark-like texture typical of an old crone.

She became a mummified corpse!

At this moment, the Clan Chief slowly got up.

He licked his fingers, then his lips, before putting on his clothes, donning his mask, and walking to the door to call out, "You may come in now!"

This time, it was Hong Yan who entered.

Upon entering, Hong Yan first gave the Clan Chief a bow, then picked up the snake-skin bag from the side, and finally, used the snake-skin bag to wrap up the mummified corpse on the bed and walked toward the door.

How many had it been?

Hong Yan could no longer remember.

She just coldly carried the burlap bag into the woods and began digging a hole with a shovel.

Just as she was about to bury it, a particularly annoying voice suddenly came from behind, "Yanyan, what are you up to?"

Hong Yan paused, feeling that her luck had turned sour recently; why did she keep bumping into this guy?

Fortunately, this guy was easy to fool—if it were Yun Xiao, things would be much more difficult.

She turned around and asked, "What I am doing, what has it got to do with you?"

Bei Shan laughed and said, "Naturally, it has nothing to do with me, because you’re serving the Clan Chief. But you’re always so fierce to me, it makes me think you’ve got something to hide. What’s in that burlap bag, eh?"

As he spoke, he moved to take a closer look but was promptly kicked away by Hong Yan.

"I’ve said it’s none of your business, and if you keep messing around, you’ll be obstructing my work," Hong Yan said coldly.

The reason Bei Shan could roam around the clan so freely and recklessly was that he was the Clan Chief’s nephew, so Hong Yan neither wanted to offend nor provoke him.

"Your work? Fine, you won’t let me see? Then I insist on seeing!" Bei Shan tried again to grab the burlap bag, and Hong Yan engaged him in a scuffle.

In terms of Kung Fu, both were comparable, but Hong Yan had better lightness skills, so she quickly gained the upper hand and easily subdued Bei Shan.

Once controlled, Bei Shan didn’t resist and instead continually rubbed against Hong Yan, exclaiming, "Ah, this is comfortable, so soft and plush."

Upon hearing this, Hong Yan immediately took out a rope from her bag, tied Bei Shan’s hands behind his back securely, and threw him into the hole she had dug.

"Hey, Yanyan, you’re not just going to leave me here, are you? Yanyan?" Bei Shan lay in the hole, continually calling out, "Aren’t you afraid of worms or poisonous snakes coming to bite me to death? I’m the Clan Chief’s nephew, if something happens to me, how will you explain to the Clan Chief?" Bei Shan kept shouting from the pit.

The hole wasn’t dug very deep, but for someone with hands and feet bound, it was difficult to climb out.

But Hong Yan couldn’t care less; the sun would rise soon, and if she didn’t finish her task quickly, it would only attract more people.

Moreover, given the Clan Chief’s cold-blooded nature, even if something happened to Bei Shan, as long as she explained the truth, there was a possibility he would silence her to keep his secrets.

The Clan Chief’s secrets, apart from those men in black last night, were now known only to her.

She ignored Bei Shan’s calls, picked up the shovel and the burlap bag, and left.