Chapter Three: Please Kill Me

Nineteen Aftertaste patisseries had been registered over thirty years under different legal owners—all with Madam Wen's face. The archives also contained Xie Chenxing. In 1926, the last heir of the South Huai Xie family had transferred twelve properties, including the old theater, to Aftertaste Food Trading. That same year, the Xie estate burned down. The heir vanished without a body. Jiming enlarged the scanned deed. “How old are you?” Chenxing stared at the signature. “I don't remember. But that is my handwriting.” “It says you paid for desserts with twelve properties,” Zhiwei said. “What dessert costs that much?” Chenxing pressed his temple. The black bag split, releasing a flood of chocolate fragrance. Fire flashed in his eyes.