noveldepot Chapter 1614 - 1596
Chapter 1614 - 1596
Zhou Ang saw her cooperating so well, was a little surprised, and slightly curled his lips, "Sit down first, I’ll pour you a glass of water."
Wen Zaao placed her hands obediently on her knees, feeling conflicted inside.
Zhou Ang put the glass of water in front of her and saw her little face wrinkled into a ball. He couldn’t help but laugh, "I’ve put away everything you’re afraid of in my office, so you don’t need to be so cautious."
Wen Zaao was stunned, looked up at him, then glanced around before she finally realized that the decorations around him had somehow turned into some anime-related items, featuring characters she liked.
However, these decorations in Zhou Ang’s office did feel a bit... out of place.
Wen Zaao awkwardly smiled, "Brother, how is your health lately?"
Zhou Ang’s action of drinking water paused, and he curled his lips, "It’s good, Zaozao, are you here just to check on my health? If so, I’m very happy."
Wen Zaao awkwardly smiled, sitting there, looking a bit here, a bit there.
But thinking of Chu Ge lying alone in the hospital, she couldn’t delay too long. Finally, she couldn’t help but speak hesitantly, "Zhou... Brother Zhou Ang, I have something I want to ask you for help with, but you have to promise me to control your emotions and not get agitated."
Zhou Ang looked at her suspiciously, "What’s going on? So mysterious."
"If... I mean if, if I found a gold medal just like the one from back then..." Wen Zaao closely watched Zhou Ang’s expression, sure enough, when she mentioned the gold medal, his expression immediately became gloomy.
"Zaozao, you’ve seen that gold medal." He spoke with certainty.
If Wen Zaao didn’t have anything, she definitely wouldn’t have come to his appraisal place proactively.
Wen Zaao pouted; she knew she couldn’t hide secrets from Brother Zhou Ang.
She worriedly glanced at him, slowly taking out the gold medal and handing it to Zhou Ang.
Zhou Ang’s pupils suddenly contracted, he quickly took the gold medal and glanced at it, urgently asking, "Where did you get it from?"
He thought he could suppress it, but seeing this gold medal genuinely, he still couldn’t control his emotions.
"Brother Zhou Ang, calm down first," Wen Zaao saw his urgency and quickly explained, "Last night, my house was burglarized, and this gold medal was accidentally dropped by the thief before he escaped."
Perhaps because she’s still uncertain about Chu Ge’s true identity, she doesn’t want to tell Zhou Ang too much and doesn’t want him to worry about her.
"Burglarized? Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" Zhou Ang’s eyes scanned her up and down, with a hint of concern flashing in his eyes.
"No, I’m not hurt, and the thief has already been caught by the police." Wen Zaao felt a little guilty; she changed the topic, "Brother Zhou Ang, quickly take a look, is this gold medal really the same as the one back then?"
The gold medal rested heavily in his hand, but further confirmation required more time for research.
Zhou Ang saw she was uninjured and breathed a slight sigh of relief, "Appraisal will take some time, you should head back first; I’ll contact you once I have the results."
"Oh." Wen Zaao nodded, "How soon can it be?"
Her tone was somewhat urgent.
Zhou Ang had already regained his usual calmness, assuming Zaozao was emotional due to seeing something related to her father, he spoke with a hint of helplessness, "Zaozao, I advise you not to get your hopes up too high. Although this gold medal’s pattern is the same as the one from back then, it was something from three thousand years ago, there would obviously be wear and tear. But if you look at this, whether its texture or carving work, they don’t match up with the time scale, so..."
So, don’t get your hopes up too high.
He didn’t say this, but Wen Zaao already understood in her heart.
The more it was like this, the more anxious she felt because, as Brother Zhou Ang said, this gold medal is most likely carved by some advanced sculptor, but if this gold medal is real, then Chu Ge is... is someone who traveled from three thousand years ago!
It sounded very far-fetched, but she inexplicably believed the latter.
"Brother Zhou Ang, please find some time to appraise it for me, and I don’t want others to know about this, especially not my mom."
"Understood, rest assured, I won’t tell Auntie."
Wen Zaao reached the door when Zhou Ang called out to her, "Zaozao."
"Hmm?"
Wen Zaao turned back, seeing Zhou Ang looking at her seriously, "Auntie asked if you’re coming home for dinner this weekend?"
"..." Wen Zaao was silent for a while, inwardly scoffing, now, do her mother and her have to communicate through a third person?
"We’ll see." Wen Zaao replied vaguely.
"Zaozao, back then Auntie remarried, it was actually all for you."
No! She just couldn’t bear to see herself suffer! It was for herself!
"Brother Zhou Ang." Wen Zaao cut him off sharply, "I have things to do, I’m leaving."
Leaving the appraisal place, Wen Zaao felt a bit agitated.
For me? What nonsense! It wasn’t! It was for money! For her vanity!
Wen Zaao felt extremely upset and even forgot about buying something at the supermarket, she went to the hospital absentmindedly, only to be confronted by someone who made her feel even worse—Wen Xiaoxiao.
Wen Zaao wanted to avoid her, but Wen Xiaoxiao had already walked up to her, "Wen Zaao? What are you doing at the hospital? Did you follow us here?"
"What? Follow who?" Wen Zaao stuck a finger in her ear, her irritable mood not improving, now being barked at, her mood became unbearable.
"Just give up! Zixuan loves me! You’ve been lying to him for two years saying you’re the eldest daughter of the Wen Family, but in the end, he found out you’re just a maid’s daughter, a parasite with no blood relation to us Wen Family! Right now, he barely has time to hate you for wasting two years of his life, and you still have the face to show up in front of him?"
Wen Xiaoxiao looked at Wen Zaao struggling to contain herself, feeling quite delighted—how could a bastard child of a mistress dare to take what belonged to her, Wen Xiaoxiao?
Dream on!
Wen Xiaoxiao snorted contemptuously, swaggering forward, wearing a bright red dress that revealed her long, snow-white legs, seemingly wanting Wen Zaao to see them, lifting her skirt higher to show a strawberry mark at the top of her thighs, "Zaozao, after you rushed off that night, I tried to get Zixuan to chase you, but he wouldn’t, do you know what he said?"
"He said he didn’t want to leave things half-done and it’s easy to get impotence if you stop halfway, he didn’t want to lose his happiness."
Wen Xiaoxiao said, then giggled coquettishly, "Men, you know, they all think with their lower halves."
Disgusting!
Just thinking about that filthy scene made Wen Zaao’s stomach churn, she couldn’t help but feel nauseous.
She forcibly resisted the urge to vomit, turning to leave.
If she stayed any longer, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to resist throwing up in her face!