iang Yimo into the guest room, he roughly pushed her onto the bed.He can't wait to taste what this blossoming girl is like!The skirt, made of chiffon, was raised to her thigh, revealing her fair and d..."Um—are the other rooms haunted" Qin Nianxia sniffed and asked timidly.

Cold Yanchen's consciousness slowly returned, and he questioned thoughtfully: "Could it be that there are ghosts in the wing room where you slept"

"It's... there's a woman with long hair floating past outside the window... so creepy!" Qin Nianxia's voice was muffled, her nose sounding stuffy, like she was calling on the phone while hiding under the covers.

Lán Yànchēn instantly lost his sleepiness and couldn't help but frown slightly: "Are you sure you didn't see things"

"I'm sure." Qin Nianxia swore. "It's really haunted!"

"You can sleep soundly! There won't be any ghosts later."

"Don't hang up the phone!"

"If I don't pick up the phone, how can I help you catch a ghost"

"Huh What do you mean"

On this side of the room, Qin Nianxia hadn't reacted yet when a dial tone came from the receiver.

She held her phone tightly, still burying herself under the covers, not daring to breathe.

From a young age, she was most afraid of ghosts; she didn't even dare to watch horror movies.

Perhaps because of the lack of parental companionship in my childhood, countless quiet nights, when loneliness was amplified infinitely, would give rise to terrifying hallucinations.

That made her see things as a child that adults couldn't.

After an unknown amount of time, a sound of fighting suddenly came from outside the door.

... until he heard someone begging for mercy outside the door: "Young Master, please spare me!"

Qin Nianxia only then pulled back the covers, jumped out of bed, flipped on the light, and ran to open the door.

"Creak" The two doors groaned open.

Qin Nianxia opened the door and poked her head out to take a look.

There, on the steps outside her doorway, Leng Yanchen was looking handsome as he pressed a man with dishevelled hair and dressed in white to the ground. He was flipping his head back and forth, almost like he was… well, just like someone who's getting ready to kill him.

"Hey, why are you pretending to be a ghost and scaring me" Seeing Leng Yanchen, Qin Nianxia walked out of the room confidently, looking at the "ghost" lying on the ground motionless, she asked.

The man turned his face away and said nothing.

Leng Yanchen frowned, and with a "crack," he directly dislocated the man's arm.

"Ah—" The man let out a scream.

Qin Nianxia shivered suddenly, this "ghost" cried too miserably.

"No talking. I'll remove your other arm." Leng Yanchen said coldly.

The man replied in a low, trembling voice, "I... I just wanted to scare Miss Qin away!"

"Then why did you scare me away" Qin Nianxia was very puzzled, "Do I have a grudge against you"

"I'm just worried that you'll discover the antique under the floorboards," the man muttered resentfully.

"An antique under my bed" Qin Nianxia looked at the man in disbelief.

However, it was precisely because of the man's agonized cries that they attracted the patrolling security guards from around the estate.

The security guard took the man from Leng Yanchen's hand and continued to escort him away. Leng Yanchen brought Qin Nianxia back into the house to investigate.

Leng Yanchen ordered another security guard to lift the bed board.

If Qin Nianxia hadn't lifted the bed board, she wouldn't have known that she was sleeping on antiques worth hundreds of millions.

Seeing the priceless bottles and jars under the bed, the man finally confessed: "I replaced them with replicas. But because the guards in the manor were so strict, we servants had to have our belongings checked when leaving. I couldn't take these things out, so I put them in an unoccupied guest room first. I planned to take them away later, but little did I know, Miss Qin chose this very room out of all the others."

"Hey, your housekeeper told me to just pick whatever I wanted. I was tired of walking around the garden, so I chose a nearby guest room. What's wrong with that" Qin Nianxia said irritably.

After finishing their late-night snack, the person in charge here sent a female maid to lead her to a private room.

On the way, she found the night scenery in the garden quite nice and asked her maid to walk with her for a longer distance, wanting to stroll around this large estate.

After all, being accustomed to houses of steel and concrete, these ancient-style pavilions and towers held a strong appeal for her.

Little did she know, the garden was too large; she grew tired and needed a rest. The maid told her that if she got tired, she could stay in the nearest guest room.

So, she chose this one.

The man was speechless after being scolded by Qin Nianxia.

Afterward, the butler also rushed over to handle this matter.

The man suspected of stealing was taken to the police station.

Ling Yanchen ordered the butler to inventory everything in the house again.

The Cold family, from top to bottom, immediately got busy working through the night.

Qin Nianxia, seeing all the servants bustling away, playfully bounced in front of Leng Yanchen and said with a triumphant air, "Shouldn't you thank me for helping your family protect those hundreds of millions of dollars worth of antique"

"Well then, how would you like me to thank you" Leng Yanchen asked calmly.

Qin Nianxia pinched her chin and pondered seriously.

She thought for a long time, but couldn't come up with anything. She could only gesture in front of Leng Yanchen and say: "You owe me first, I'll ask you to pay it back later."

"I won't need this anymore. Right now, that 'ghost', I've already caught it for you, consider it a gift." Leng Yanchen continued calmly.

This man changes his face faster than he flips through a book! Besides, he's just a scoundrel!

Qin Nianxia suddenly felt like she had been cheated. She pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "Can one 'ghost' be worth several hundred million"

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