Chapter 38

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Shui Miaomiao looked at Yanyan, and her heart melted.

He didn’t go on the school trip to save money.

Shui Miaomiao was somewhat apologetic toward Yanyan.

She took her wallet out of her purse, and there was only 500 Yuan left. She took out 200 Yuan and gave it to Yanyan, “That pathetically meager secret stash of yours is not enough, keep it for yourself, I’ll find other solutions.”

Yanyan glanced at the 200 Yuan in Shui Maiomiao’s hand. “Woman, are you really being hunted down?” he asked, worried.

Shui Miaomiao slammed the money on the table aggressively and said, “Hunted down? Nah, I was just kidding, you just gotta worry about studying.”

“Oh,” Yanyan observed his mother’s expression carefully.

Shui Miaomiao glared at Yanyan. She then devoured the deep-fried dough stick, and ordered domineeringly, “What are you looking at? Eat your food, or I’m gonna take it.”

“I’ll eat, I’ll eat,” Yanyan quickly gobbled up his deep-fried dough stick and drank his soy milk.

Shui Miaomiao looked at Yanyan’s handsome face, her eyes dimmed.

She would not risk losing Yanyan.

Shui Miaomiao had made a decision. She went into her room after breakfast and opened a glass cabinet.

Her eyes swept through her collection and finally landed on an ebony, gilt bronze high-end carved sword from the Tang dynasty.

The sword was the most expensive item among her collection and also the most meaningless one to her.

Before her father, Shui Qiangyi’s car accident, his client noticed her collection and bought that sword for her as a gift.

Shui Miaomiao took the sword out, her eyes dimmed. She stroked the blade and hung it on the white wall. She took a few photos of it, together with its certificate, and uploaded them onto the internet.

She tried to register an account on Taobao.com with her own identity but found out that her identity was already taken.

Shui Miaomiao frowned and darted a scathing glance in the direction of the dining room. It had to be Yanyan. She didn’t even have to think twice.

Forget it. It was not easy for that little boy to have some savings on his own; she wouldn’t make things difficult for him.

Shui Miaomiao mused, she had an official page on WeChat and Weibo as a radio host, and they had more followers than her private account.

Shui Miaomiao posted the photos on her WeChat account and wrote a caption in a playful tone below the photos: Real dynasty Tang sword, a must-have for those who travel a lot in this dangerous world. Starting price: 30,000 Yuan. If you’re interested, please contact Shui Shui.

Ding-dong.

Shen Mochen heard his phone ring, opened his eyes, turned around, and reached for his phone on the nightstand.

It was only seven o’clock in the morning.

During her radio program yesterday, he heard Shui Miaomiao mention about adding her WeChat account to interact with her. He set up a WeChat account and added her. Her name was Shui City.

He only followed her on his WeChat, so when he saw that the notification was from WeChat, he knew that that must be her.

Shen Mochen opened it.

It was a sword from the Tang dynasty, together with a certificate and her words.

Shen Mochen’s mouth quirked in a lopsided grin.

So this was her sideline?

“I want one, what’s your bank account number?” After sending her a private message, he got up and went into the bathroom to freshen up.

When he came out of the bathroom and checked his phone, he did not get any reply from her.

When he browsed her main page, the post was already deleted, and there was a new post.

“My WeChat account was hacked a while ago. If there were any financial transactions, they were all scams.”

Shen Mochen, “…”

Shui Miaomiao was thumping her chest and stamping her foot at the moment, wiping away the bitter tears.

It all started two minutes ago.

Two minutes ago —

She received some messages right after she posted the photos.

“Shuishui, you are a sword dealer?” Asked A.

“A sexy lady goes well with a precious sword, will I get a sexy lady as a gift upon purchase?” Asked B.