Chapter 179: Chapter 150: Absurd Talk? (Please Subscribe)_2

“Is it really fake?” Youyou’s face was somewhat pale as she pursed her lips and asked.

“Absolutely certain!”

Lin Chuan replied very seriously, giving Youyou a firm look and smiled, “Don’t worry, you took me flying in the novel, this time I will take you flying.”

Youyou took a deep breath, looked at Lin Chuan, and nodded: “Okay.”

“Let’s go back and rest first, and check the police investigation results tomorrow,” Lin Chuan said with a smile.

“Okay.”

Youyou echoed again and then wrapped her arm around Lin Chuan’s, feeling somewhat reassured.

Lin Chuan and Youyou got into a taxi.

The night carried a tinge of coolness, so Lin Chuan asked the cab driver to close the windows and turn off the air conditioning. Youyou still clung to Lin Chuan’s arm, which made it feel somewhat warmer.

Lin Chuan saw the look on Youyou’s face and a complex expression surfaced.

But Youyou held on even tighter, hugging his arm close in her embrace, even pressing her entire face against it.

Lin Chuan felt the delicate softness and warmth from his arm, and could sense Youyou’s heartbeat pounding. Waves rippled in his heart, long unsettled.

The whole ride, neither spoke. They sat in the taxi, passing through the city’s neon lights, around many twists and turns, back to the hotel.

“It seems we haven’t had dinner yet,” Lin Chuan suddenly felt his stomach grumbling.

Youyou looked around, her brows slightly furrowed: “There doesn’t seem to be any restaurants or noodle shops nearby.”

“How about takeout?” Lin Chuan suggested.

“I’ll take you to have dinner,” Youyou said, her gaze returning to Lin Chuan, and then she took his hand.

Her hand was very delicate and soft, her fingers slender and naturally fair, and they were only half the size of Lin Chuan’s when placed in his palm.

Lin Chuan was somewhat worried she couldn’t take the stress of today’s “unexpected incident,” so he let her lead the way.

After all, if things weren’t handled well, it could mean an astronomical compensation and imprisonment for her.

More than ten minutes later.

Youyou pulled Lin Chuan back to her home.

“What would you like to eat? I’ll cook for you,” Youyou said as she closed the door, batting her eyes at Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan was slightly stunned.

Ever since entering the complex, he’d been puzzled, he never expected Youyou to actually bring him back to her home.

But since he was here already…

Sigh…

“What do you have that we can eat?” Lin Chuan had to ask.

“We have, dumplings, noodles, I… I’ll think about it.”

Perhaps having recovered a little, Youyou’s pale face regained its original delicate fairness.

“Let’s have noodles,” Lin Chuan said with a smile.

“Okay.”

Youyou tied on an apron and went into the kitchen to cook the noodles. It wasn’t long before they were ready.

Lin Chuan was really hungry, he finished a bowl of noodles in no time, and Youyou even gave him half of what was in her bowl.

“I’m full. I should go back and rest; I still have to go to the police station to assist with the investigation tomorrow,” Lin Chuan said as he waved goodbye to Youyou.

Youyou’s gaze drifted to the window; the night had turned very dark: “It’s so late, why don’t you stay here tonight and we can head out together tomorrow.”

Lin Chuan looked around; this was a single’s apartment layout, a one-bedroom, one-living room, with a cream-colored fabric sofa in the living room.

Youyou, seeing Lin Chuan’s reluctance, pulled him into the room and pointed to a pink, 1.5-meter-wide girly bed: “You can sleep here tonight; I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

“Youyou, it wouldn’t be right for you to sleep on the sofa,” Lin Chuan said, somewhat uneasy.

“Then I’ll sleep on this bed too!” Youyou pouted, a hint of playfulness appeared on her face.

“Youyou, that’s not what I meant,” Lin Chuan chuckled dryly, “I didn’t bring any clothes with me, I should go back to the hotel.”

“I have some!” Youyou suddenly said.

“Huh?” Lin Chuan was taken aback.

Youyou opened a closet in the room, found a set of cream-colored pajamas, and handed them to Lin Chuan: “This set of pajamas is unisex, loose-fitting, it should fit you.”

“Alright, I’m going to take a shower then.”

Lin Chuan let out a silent sigh, the hardest to repay was a beauty’s favor!

Youyou beamed with a smile.

“Have you worn these clothes before?” Lin Chuan suddenly asked.

“Do you mind?” Youyou looked up at Lin Chuan.

“Can I say that I do mind?”

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“You dare?”

“How could I not dare?”

“Reaping the benefits and still playing innocent, huh!” Youyou muttered as she returned to the room, making the bed for Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan showered quickly.

Soon after, Youyou entered the bathroom to take her shower.

By the time Youyou came out, Lin Chuan was already lying on the sofa asleep, his breathing steady and even.

“This guy.”

Youyou cursed with a laugh, then went back to her room, took out a quilt, and gently covered Lin Chuan with it.

Then, she put Lin Chuan’s clothes into the washing machine, set it to quick wash+dry, and only then went back to her room to get ready for bed.

She thought about it, couldn’t sleep, took up the bedding, spread it on the floor beside the sofa, close to Lin Chuan, listened to Lin Chuan’s deep breathing, felt at peace, and finally fell into a restful sleep.

The following morning.

The morning sun pierced through the thin layer of clouds and spilled onto the balcony, where the leaves of several potted green plants glowed brighter and a more vibrant green under the sunlight.

“Mmm—”

Youyou woke up from the bed.

Last night, when Lin Chuan found Youyou sleeping on the floor, he had carried the half-awake her to the bed and then returned to sleep on the sofa himself.

Youyou walked out of the room, looked at Lin Chuan still sleeping on the sofa, and a smile appeared on her face.

She felt that there was an inexplicable sense of security being with Lin Chuan.

Life with Lin Chuan was pretty good.

She didn’t disturb Lin Chuan’s sleep but instead started to cook a nutritious congee and took his clothes out of the washing machine, ironed the shirt until it was smooth, and then folded them neatly.

Only when the police officer called her did she reluctantly wake up Lin Chuan, her thoughts returning to the fake cultural relic that had been broken,

had breakfast, changed clothes, and headed to the police station.

To cooperate with the investigation.

Upon entering the police station, Lin Chuan and Youyou were taken to a meeting room.

In the meeting room were the chief of the Modu police station, the head of the Cultural Relics Bureau, and officers like Chen Hui.

This meeting room was mainly for discussing the contents of Lin Chuan’s interrogation the previous night.

The most crucial point was the lead Lin Chuan provided.

— The “Qing dynasty Chinese tangled branch pattern thin-walled jade vase” presented at the simple ceremony was a fake!

Generally speaking, after being authenticated by numerous experts, the “Qing dynasty Chinese tangled branch pattern thin-walled jade vase” otherwise confirmed as real would be determined genuine.

But Lin Chuan, by himself claiming it to be fake, wouldn’t be taken as a reference opinion normally.

However, this matter was tied to whether Lin Chuan would face huge compensation and imprisonment, and behind Lin Chuan was a high-profile individual from Han River offering strong support.

Therefore, they had no choice but to hold this meeting.

It was mainly a formality, to give an explanation to that high-profile individual from Han River.

As for “the relic being a fake,” everyone else thought it was absurd.

Among them was Li Zeguang, head of the Cultural Relics Bureau, who himself was an expert in cultural relic authentication with some exceptional insights into antiques and curios.

This “Qing dynasty Chinese tangled branch pattern thin-walled jade vase” had been personally authenticated by him and several other masters as genuine.

Now, a green young man, also a web novel writer, insisted the artifact was a fake, inevitably irking him.

Therefore.

When Lin Chuan walked into the meeting room, Cultural Relics Bureau chief Li Zeguang’s gaze immediately fell upon him.

Lin Chuan was seen in a white shirt and dark casual pants, with short hair, a youthful and refined face, smiling with a hint of subtle confidence in his eyes, and a pair of clear eyes that weren’t quite as sharp or vicious.

But Li Zeguang, being of a relatively calm nature, didn’t rush to conclusions.

“Comrade Lin Chuan, we’ve summoned you this time…”

Chen Hui still harbored a glimmer of hope for Lin Chuan, so he introduced the people present to Lin Chuan, who greeted everyone with neither arrogance nor obsequiousness.

Afterward.

Cultural Relics Bureau chief Li Zeguang pointed at the thin-walled jade vase that now had a crack in the middle of the meeting table and went straight to the point, “Lin Chuan, is what you stated in the interrogation room true?”

“It is true.”

Lin Chuan nodded seriously.

Li Zeguang’s gaze became sharp, staring intently at Lin Chuan, “What proof do you have that it is fake?”

Everyone else looked towards Lin Chuan, their expressions complex and varied.

Clearly, Lin Chuan’s proof could very likely determine the course of his life from here on.