Ling Chuan didn't waste any words and directly told the Li family his purpose, "I'm here to get the jar of pickled cabbage, and I'll leave after I get it."

Father Li was obviously unaware of this and looked confused. "What jar of pickled cabbage?"

Li's mother was yawning, and when she heard this, she paused, then laughed: "Oh, well, I wanted to take some time to tell your wife that I accidentally broke the pickled cabbage jar on the way home. I'll buy her a bigger and better one next time to compensate her."

Ling Chuan's face darkened, his dark eyes were darker than the night, and he stared at Li's mother intently.

The tall figure was shrouded in the night, emitting a cold aura, just like the terrifying King of Hell who was taking lives.

Mother Li felt a chill down her spine, "Chuanzi, why are you looking at me like that?"

Seeing that Li's mother was guilty and evasive, Ling Chuan stopped talking nonsense and walked straight into Li's house.

The Li family's house is a typical farmer's earthen tile house with three main rooms, two side rooms on the left, and a pigpen and chicken coop on the right.

Ling Chuan searched room by room, and finally found the dragon-patterned jar in the closet of Li Li's brother Li Zhijie's room.

After taking out the portrait and comparing it to confirm that it was Yun Mo's, Ling Chuan was about to leave with the dragon-patterned jar.

Li Zhijie, who was originally lying on the bed pretending to sleep, stopped pretending and stood up and grabbed Ling Chuan's arm, "Chuanzi, wait a minute, don't leave yet, let's talk it over."

Ling Chuan shook him off expressionlessly and warned him in a deep voice, "This is the last time. If it happens again, don't blame me for not showing consideration for our relatives."

Father Li looked at the two of them in confusion, "Chuanzi, what is going on? Is this jar important?"

Ling Chuan looked at Father Li and said, "Uncle Li, you might as well take some time to discipline your son. Not every time he gets into trouble, someone will cover for him. He stole things from our house before, but I didn't care for my brother's sake.

Fortunately, the jar was found this time, otherwise, you would have to wait for the government to provide you with food!"

After Ling Chuan finished his threats, he started to walk away. Li Zhijie didn't dare to stop him, but he was reluctant to let the treasure fly away, so he followed him anxiously.

"Chuanzi, how about this, I'll buy this jar for you for 50 yuan, okay?"

Seeing that Ling Chuan was unmoved, Li Zhijie raised the price again, "80 yuan, 100 yuan? Chuanzi, why don't you name a price, we can negotiate."

Ling Chuan stopped and turned to look at the other person.

Li Zhijie thought there was a chance, and hurriedly said, "I won't hide it from you. I used to know a boss who specializes in buying pickled cabbage jars like yours. Each jar can be sold for at least 200 yuan. No matter how much it sells for, we can split it 50-50, half for each of us, how about that?"

There was nothing Ling Chuan didn't understand now. Worrying about the sauerkraut going bad was just an excuse. The Li family had been planning on getting this dragon-patterned jar from the very beginning.

If he doesn't come tonight, the jar might change hands tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Ling Chuan became furious and kicked Li Zhijie to the ground. Then he stepped forward and kicked him twice more, causing Li Zhijie to hold his stomach and cry out in pain.

Li's mother rushed over screaming, "Chuanzi, what are you doing! Stop it!"

Father Li was a little slow to react, but he still subconsciously stepped forward to stop Ling Chuan, "Chuanzi, what are you doing? Let's talk it over..."

Ling Chuan stared coldly at Li Zhijie who was lying on the ground and kept shouting, "Remember this, this is the last time. If you dare to make trouble again next time, I will never let you go."

Amid Li Zhijie's calls and Li's mother's wailing, Ling Chuan turned around and disappeared into the dark night.

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Yun Mo was awakened by a rustling sound while she was half asleep. When she opened her eyes, she saw Ling Chuan standing in front of the square table, gulping down water with his neck tilted back.

Under the dim light, the man's profile was angular, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down because of drinking water, which was extremely sexy.

I really want to touch it.

When Yun Mo realized her thoughts, her face suddenly became hot.

Seeing that she woke up, Ling Chuan put down the pottery bowl and handed her the dragon-patterned jar on the wooden table.

"Look, is this it?"

After receiving her affirmation, Ling Chuan breathed a sigh of relief and immediately reminded her: "Since it is a valuable item, keep it well and don't leave it lying around. You may not be so lucky to find it next time."

Yun Mo was unhappy when she heard this, "How did I put it in a mess? I clearly put it in my own home, okay? Can you please be reasonable?"

Ling Chuan didn't argue with her, but some strings in his heart seemed to be plucked gently.

In her heart, this is her home, so she feels at ease placing such a valuable dragon-patterned jar in the house.

From beginning to end, she was not on guard against him.

This realization made him feel as if what he had just drunk was not boiled water, but a large cup of sweet honey water, and every pore in his body exuded comfort.

"Check if the jar is damaged. I'm going to take a shower outside."

"oh."

After looking carefully and finding no signs of damage on the dragon-patterned jar, Yun Mo found two thick old clothes, wrapped it up, and placed it on the bottom shelf of the wooden cabinet.

As soon as he put it down, Ling Chuan returned to the house, all wet.

It must be because he had just taken a cold shower. Yun Mo could feel the coldness emanating from the man even from a distance.

Yun Mo realized belatedly that it was already midnight.

Thinking that he had been running around all night to get the dragon-patterned jar back for her and might not have had dinner, Yun Mo subconsciously asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

Seeing Ling Chuan tilting his head to look at her, Yun Mo quickly took out biscuits and milk from her backpack.

"I bought this on the train. I haven't finished it yet. You can have it."

Ling Chuan didn't bother to be polite with her. He took the food and sat at the wooden table and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

The man's eating manners were not at all elegant, even a little rude, but combined with his handsome face, they looked inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

Yun Mo sat on the edge of the bed. She felt a little hungry as she watched, but there was no food left in her backpack.

In fact, she had taken these cookies and milk out of the space and put them in her backpack as a backup. She did this subconsciously when she guessed that he might not have had dinner.

Ling Chuan finished eating quickly and raised his dark eyes to look at her, "It's late, you can go back to sleep, I'm leaving."

Yun Mo was a little stunned, "Where are you going?"

"Go back to the construction site."

Yun Mo looked at the dark sky outside the door and asked, "Are you leaving so early?"

"The construction period is tight, I have to go over and take a look to feel at ease."

Ling Chuan thought for a moment, took out ten yuan from his pocket and handed it to her, "Take this money first."

"No, I have my own."

Seeing that she didn't answer, Ling Chuan turned around and put the money on the table, "I'm leaving. Call me if you need anything."

"Lingchuan."

When the other party was about to walk out of the door, Yun Mo subconsciously called out to him, "What do you think about the separation of the family?"

Ling Chuan turned around and looked at her with his dark eyes without any emotion. "I should ask you what you think. Do you want a divorce, or do you just want to separate and live alone?"

Yun Mo was stumped by the question thrown back by the other party.

(End of this chapter)