Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 500 The Nine Dragons Inkstone I Entrusted to You

Chapter 500: Chapter 500 The Nine Dragons Inkstone I Entrusted to You

But she dared not say these words aloud.

She could only smile and say, "Little Wan hasn’t been home these past few days, and she had no idea Miss Song would be visiting today; it really is quite sudden. If you had called ahead, she would have waited for you at home."

Shangguan Xinxin’s eyes flickered.

At this time, Shangguan Wan should be in the kitchen at the back, right?

The Miss Shangguan Wan, who usually has her ten dainty fingers unsoiled by spring water, had entered the kitchen for the first time in her life.

What she was about to do, one didn’t need a brain to guess.

But how could she stop Miss Song from eating these pastries?

There was definitely something wrong with these pastries.

Just at that moment, Song Yunuan turned to look at Shangguan Xinxin.

Just now, upon entering the living room, a storyline was triggered on Shangguan Heng.

It was him opening a safe, taking out a box, and then carefully lifting an inkstone from the box to hold it cautiously.

Song Yunuan had seen photos of the Nine Dragons Inkstone before.

They were all in black and white when they were taken.

But the inkstone itself is of that color.

So Song Yunuan recognized at a glance that the one in his hands was the Nine Dragons Inkstone from the Beidu Museum.

As for how he got a hold of it, she hadn’t actually seen it.

Probably, Shangguan Heng would have to go to the Beidu Museum himself to trigger it.

Sometimes a storyline has to connect with its environmental background to be triggered.

But thinking over it, it wasn’t Xia Bowen’s doing.

Xia Bowen has his own personal agendas as well.

To tell the truth, Shangguan Heng was probably a backup plan he had for himself.

It’s just that he didn’t expect things would come to this point.

Even so, he wouldn’t commit such an act of digging his own grave.

He could be ruled out as a suspect.

It’s very likely he colluded with the staff members from back then.

The few theft cases that happened during that era didn’t involve any sophisticated schemes or planning.

It was just a matter of exploiting loopholes and easily getting away with the loot.

Probably, the situation with this inkstone was similar.

Then, Song Yunuan saw that Shangguan Xinxin, who met her gaze, was blinking at her non-stop.

The corner of her eye still glancing towards the pastries.

But her face kept up a gentle smile.

This subtle gesture was seen only by Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan gave a barely perceptible nod.

She was no longer as cordial towards Shangguan Xinxin, instead giving her a cold glance before moving her gaze away.

Shangguan Xinxin let out a sigh of relief, Miss Song was truly clever.

Since a storyline had already been triggered, Song Yunuan didn’t want to spend too much time there.

She seriously opened her purse, took out a sheet of paper, and placed it on the coffee table.

Then, smiling, she said to the couple sitting across from her, "I apologize for the intrusion today; the primary reason is that we’re heading back home. I’m not sure when we’ll next visit, so I thought it best to reclaim the belongings my younger uncle had left here. I thank Chairman Shangguan for keeping them safe."

The vast living room fell silent.

Xia Bowen immediately understood what Little Nuan was intending to do.

Although he didn’t know how Little Nuan came to know about it, her comments truly were remarkable.

He straightened his back, his piercing gaze turned to Shangguan Heng, echoing the sentiment, "Indeed, Shangguan Heng, Xia Xindong’s belongings have been in your care for so many years, and it has indeed been an imposition. It’s about time to take them back now."

Shangguan Heng’s mind went boom.

It wasn’t shock or fear, but incredulity, feeling as if he was suffering from auditory hallucinations.

Since when did that damn Xia Xindong leave any belongings for safekeeping at his place?

When he arrived, he wore nothing but rags upon rags, and nothing else at all.

Really, not even a straw stick to his name.

Could it be the tattered clothes that Song Yunuan wanted?

Shangguan Heng felt a bit more at ease.

If it was just the tattered clothes, worst comes to worst, he could compensate her with a brand-new designer set, that should be an acceptable solution, right?

But still, there was a nagging unease in his heart.

It was just that Little Nuan was too cunning and shrewd.

She didn’t play by the usual rules, and you could never guess what she was aiming for, what did she really want?

After so many years in the business world, Shangguan Heng encountered such a thorny individual for the first time, and so young, to boot.

If she were to grow up, he truly couldn’t imagine what she might become.

If it weren’t for the issue with Xia Xindong, if their family ties were still intact, if they could maintain a good relationship, with this demon on their side, the Shangguan family might indeed become the number one tycoon of Xiangjiang.

Alas, life is devoid of ifs.

Jin Huining, on the other hand, furrowed her brows.

She, too, wondered what exactly Song Yunuan had come to demand.

But she had heard from Shangguan Heng that aside from some ragged clothes and shoes, Xia Xindong had nothing else.

Could it be that she wanted to take back the broken clothes and shoes as a keepsake?

She couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.

Don’t the people on the opposite side always abide by the principle of "new clothes for three years, old ones for another three, patch and mend for yet another three"?

Maybe they just liked being frugal and economical.

Thinking this, she actually felt relieved.

As long as it’s not about money or jewels, that’s all that mattered.

Shangguan Heng said with a smile, "You’re talking about the clothes and shoes Xia Xindong was wearing when he first arrived, aren’t you? They were indeed so worn that they were beyond recognition, the kind that no one would want even if left on the streets. They have long been discarded. How about this, I’ll buy a new set, and I’ll have the butler take care of it right away."

As he spoke, he was about to call the butler.

Unexpectedly, he was interrupted by Song Yunuan, "Chairman Shangguan, don’t be in a rush to summon the butler. Take a look at this receipt you issued first."

Shangguan Heng froze. When had he ever issued a receipt to Xia Xindong, and why couldn’t he remember?

Song Yunuan lightly tapped a finger on a piece of paper resting on the coffee table, "This receipt right here. You really have a short memory for important matters."

Shangguan Heng’s heart pounded; he didn’t ask the butler to hand it to him, rather, he stood up from the sofa and snatched the paper from the coffee table.

After a quick glance, both his fingers and body trembled.

His face turned ashen.

Though it was unclear whether it was from anger or fear.

Shangguan Heng felt that if things kept going like this, he would be done in by either rage or fright.

What was written on the paper was clear: Receipt. Today Shangguan Heng received a Nine Dragons Inkstone from Xia Xindong, recipient: Shangguan Heng.

There was no date, no location, and no detailed description of the Nine Dragons Inkstone.

If Shangguan Heng didn’t have it, naturally he wouldn’t be afraid or feel guilty, but he did have it in his possession.

A fierce look flashed in Shangguan Heng’s eyes.

In a flash of lightning, he thought through many possibilities.

Firstly, he was certain Xia Bowen was only suspicious.

Secondly, since Song Yunuan had not brought it up from the start, it proved she was also unclear, and it must have been Xia Bowen who told her.

Then, it was all speculation, none could be sure.

Thus, as long as he stood his ground in denial, not even a deity could do anything to him.

Shangguan Heng regained his composure.

"Haha, surely you jest. There’s no such thing, I’ve never received anything of the sort. If you don’t believe me, ask Xia Xindong. Moreover, the writing on this paper is unclear..."

Song Yunuan, "Unclear as the writing may be, I can clarify it. Please listen closely, Chairman Shangguan."

Jin Huining just couldn’t bear it anymore, "Miss Song, you must be mistaken, you really can’t joke about this."

Song Yunuan looked at Shangguan Heng, her face adorned with a smile and her demeanor very serious, her eyes as clear as water, "The box you were entrusted to keep is made of purple sandalwood, carved with intertwining floral patterns all around. In the center of the box, a ruby is inlaid; because it accidentally fell onto the floor of the study, the lower right side of the ruby has spider-web like cracks... The bottom of the box is engraved with the words ’Ding Chou intercalary month’, the interior is lined with red velvet with auspicious cloud embroidery, and the center even has the words ’Ji Xiang Ru Yi’ stitched on it!"