Ruan Tang's hand, holding the key and jade pendant, froze in mid-air.
People can be a little foolish.
The jade pendant she had always used as a key to open the door and the auspicious cloud pattern in Yan Yu's painting fit together perfectly.
No, it's not a mosaic.
They are one entity!
The key and jade pendant perfectly filled the gap in the auspicious cloud pattern, creating a complete and unique cloud.
In an instant, the jade pendant on my fingertip seemed to die, and the chill ran straight up my fingertip and into my heart.
My head was buzzing, like countless bees were having a meeting.
She always believed that the Ruan family's secret was that secret room filled with gold and silver treasures.
The jade pendant in her hand was the key.
Completely wrong!
That's completely wrong!
This so-called "key" is actually just a piece of flesh that fell off another treasure.
That treasure was the transparent auspicious cloud jade that the original owner's mother hid and then mysteriously disappeared!
Jia Ximei traveled a long way to follow Shen Yishan to do that dirty deal, but she wasn't after money at all.
What she wanted was this piece of auspicious cloud jade that could be combined with the key!
Ruan Tang's heart pounded like a drum, each beat striking her eardrums.
She subconsciously looked up at Yan Yu.
The man's gaze didn't even fall on the jade.
His unfathomable black eyes were fixed on her face from beginning to end, watching every drop of color drain from her skin.
Yan Yu said nothing.
He simply stretched out his large hand and enveloped her trembling little hand, along with the jade, in his burning palm.
His hands were hot, dry, and strong.
That domineering heat forcefully penetrated her skin, warming her icy fingertips, swallowing up all her panic.
Ruan Tang's chaotic mind was forcibly calmed down by him.
She leaned against Yan Yu's firm chest, her nose filled with the pleasant scent of soap, and her whole body went limp.
She wasn't afraid.
I just feel that the death of the original owner's father was probably not that simple.
"Squeak!"
A furious scream shattered the silence in the room.
Little Bai, who had been lying dead on the kang (a heated brick bed), had woken up at some point, his dark purple eyes wide open.
It first glared angrily at Yan Yu's large hand that was wrapped around its little master's waist, then got so angry that it blew its little head into Ruan Tang's hand holding the jade pendant.
"Squeak! Squeak!"
This is awful! Throw it away!
In Xiaobai's simple worldview, anything that could make its little master show such an expression must be the worst thing in the world!
Ruan Tang's muddled mind finally cleared up a bit after being nudged by it.
yes!
Back in Haicheng, the entire Ruan family mansion, inside and out, was handled by Xiaobai, a mere porter.
She only rummaged through the original owner's personal belongings, completely ignoring the items that Xiaobai categorized as "junk".
Just because she hasn't seen it doesn't mean Xiaobai hasn't!
Ruan Tang's eyes lit up instantly.
She quickly threw the key and jade pendant aside, laid the sketch paper that Yan Yu had drawn flat on the kang (a heated brick bed), and pushed it in front of Xiaobai.
"Xiaobai, take a look," she said, her voice filled with an expectation she herself didn't realize, "Have you ever seen jade that looks like this when you were collecting things?"
Little White immediately sensed how much its little master valued this matter.
It immediately straightened its ruffled fur, put its two mithril paws behind its back, and puffed out its furry little chest, looking just like a little leader who had come down to inspect the work.
It paced around the drawing paper with a serious expression.
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