Ye Wangchuan held the teacup in his slender hands and poured her a cup of hot floral tea. The jasmine flowers rose and fell in the boiling water.
His hands with distinct finger bones looked more like ink and jade scrolls than a cup. Upon hearing that, he simply raised the ends of his beautiful eyes, his narrow and long phoenix eyes. The white vapor of brewing tea gradually dissipated in front of his eyes, soaking his handsome face, making his eyebrows and eyes more picturesque and his temperament upright.
"Horse head?"
Ye Wangchuan put down the teacup, pushed it in front of Qiao Nian, and said warmly: "It's still a little hot, drink it later."
The girl lowered her eyes to glance at the scented tea he had brewed himself in front of her, soothing her nerves.
Ye Wangchuan peeled another orange and handed it to her: "Mo Dong didn't tell me."
Qiao Nian supported herself with her hands, her eyelids slightly raised, looking a little drowsy, not wanting to move: "Oh."
"Tsk." Ye Wangchuan tsks his lips lightly, feeds the fruit pulp to her mouth, and says in a low and hoarse voice: "Nian Nian, open your mouth."
“…” Qiao Nian bit a slice of orange lazily, his extremely long eyelashes formed a circle of shadow under his eyelids, and he looked lazy.
Ye Wangchuan patiently fed her the oranges one petal at a time: "Whether it's your people or my people who took the pictures of the animal heads, it's the same. We will all hand them over to the country."
He thought about it and looked up: "I'll ask Mo Dong to send the things to David later."
Qiao Nian took another bite of the orange he handed over. Her jawline was clear and distinct. She raised the corners of her mouth and glanced at him in a nonchalant manner: "What am I here for?"
Ye Wangchuan fed her again.
Qiao Nian said nonchalantly while eating fruit: "I'm just asking, you can just donate it. David is about to leave for an illegal area and won't have time to escort the animal heads back to the country, so it's best if you guys deliver it."
Ye Wangchuan has the Ye family background, so he can be considered a legitimate family, unlike her who was born in a wild family.
At least it is much more convenient to do certain things.
She had taken photos of other national treasures outside and sent them back before, but every time she had to go through a lot of trouble just to find out their identities.
Now that someone is spending money and effort to help her do what she wants to do, she is stupid enough to interfere and insist on taking over the job.
Qiao Nian thought about it and said, "The person who bid for blue and white porcelain with me in the underground market in Somalia last time wasn't you, right?"
Five years ago, she came across a national treasure-level blue and white porcelain Buddha statue being auctioned at an underground auction house in the small country of Somalia.
At that time, someone competed with her for several rounds in the bidding.
The price was directly driven up to sky-high levels.
A waiter came into her private room at the back and said he was going to pour her tea. When he saw that she was an Oriental, he said a few words to her.
After that, the person who had been raising the price with her stopped raising the price.
In the end, although she successfully bought the blue and white porcelain Buddha statue, it still cost her nine figures, which was tens of millions more than she had expected.
Before David told her that the secret bunker was also buying cultural relics at high prices everywhere, Qiao Nian didn't think that the man in Somalia was Ye Wangchuan.
Now that I think about it, the waiter who knocked on the door and entered her private room was quite strange. Why did he ask her if she was Oriental and spoke to her in a Beijing accent
“…Is that waiter your man?” Qiao Nian thought of this and asked him directly.
Ye Wangchuan has a prominent nose and thin lips, and there seem to be little hooks in his eyes: "Five years ago, I went to Somalia, and I did go to the auction house you mentioned."
Qiao Nian understood the look in an instant: "It's you."
She said it felt familiar.
(End of this chapter)