Quick, female general, I traveled through time to save my father

Chapter 311 Roar, the first life of being a sister to Muchen

Mu Chen thought for a moment and said, "The Qin family's old house does have a basement, but it has been converted into a wine cellar, and it doesn't seem to extend to the gate."

"This is a bit tricky. I'll go to class first. We can talk about anything in the system." After saying this, Sirong left here first.

Before Sirong and Muchen came, the sisters' original strategy was to use Qin Heyang's love for Si Xiaorong to get him to help find the mother Gu.

Therefore, it was not allowed to let anyone know openly that Mu Chengcheng and Si Xiaorong knew each other.

"Okay." Mu Chen sent Si Rong away and packed up to go downstairs.

Normally, Mu Chengcheng rarely left the villa. Due to her size, she didn't have many friends. And if she needed anything, she could just notify the housekeeper and have it delivered to her home.

At most, I could just walk around the garden.

Apart from necessary holidays such as the Chinese New Year and other festivals, she needs to attend some occasions as Qin Heyang's fiancée. At other times, she rarely meets outsiders.

In the restaurant downstairs, after having breakfast, Muchen waited for her tutor to come and give her lessons.

Sirong also attended classes and socialized normally, and had never been to Muchen's villa. Although Sirong's martial arts skills were not weak, she was afraid that someone would see them having any contact.

During this period, Sirong has been getting along well with Qin Heyang, just to find an opportunity to visit the Qin family's old house.

The opportunity you have been waiting for will soon come.

Every June, the Qin family would return to their hometown to worship their ancestors. This was one of the most important rituals in the clan, and it took at least a week. In previous years, Qin Heyang never missed it, but this year, he found an excuse to stay.

"It's too boring at home, why don't you come over and sit for a while?"

On the other end of the phone, Qin Heyang's voice was filled with a casual smile, as if it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision. Sirong held the phone, the corners of her lips slightly raised, but her tone just right revealed a hint of hesitation: "...Will it be inconvenient?"

"What's the inconvenience?" Qin Heyang chuckled. "I'm alone at home now, so it's a good opportunity for me to show you my collection of ancient books."

The bait was cast just right.

Sirong lowered her eyelashes and said softly, "Then... okay."

After hanging up the phone, Sirong contacted Muchen.

"The opportunity has come. Wait for my news over there. If I call you, come to the old house."

"Okay, be careful."

The luxury of the Qin family's old house almost carries a sense of oppression.

European-style solid wood furniture emits a cold, dark light. Blue and white porcelain vases, more than one meter tall, stand quietly on both sides of the corridor. The glaze surfaces are flowing with faint blue lines under the light, like some kind of silent gaze.

right here.

Sirong followed behind Qin Heyang, her eyes sweeping over the vases inconspicuously.

"Why?" Qin Heyang noticed her pause and looked sideways at her, "Are you interested in these?"

"I just think it's... very special." She pursed her lips slightly, her fingertips vaguely pointing at one of the porcelain bottles, "This kind of pattern is very rare."

Qin Heyang smiled and said, "They are from the Ming Dynasty official kiln. My elders at home like to collect them."

Sirong slowly approached the blue and white porcelain vase, gently stroking the cool glaze with her fingertips, her eyes deliberately revealing a bit of innocence and amazement.

"This pattern... is so beautiful." She tilted her head slightly, her voice carrying just the right amount of childishness. "It's like it tells a story."

Qin Heyang stood behind her, a faint smile on his lips: "You also study antiques?"

"No." She shook her head, withdrew her hand, and smiled sheepishly, "I just thought it looked nice, like something out of a museum."

She needed to let his guard down.

She pretended to casually walk around the vase, her skirt brushing against the bottle, as if out of curiosity.

It perfectly displays the attitude of a girl next door who has not seen much of the world.

In fact, Xiao 5 has already done a deep scan of the vase and found nothing special about it.

Extending further underground, it seemed as if something was blocking it, and everything was blurry.

"Sure enough, there is something..."

Sirong still maintained an innocent and curious look on her face, but her mind was already rapidly calculating.

There is a shielding layer underground, which may be the Qin family’s secret storage room, or... it is what they are looking for.

"Oh right!" She seemed to suddenly remember something and said cheerfully, "Didn't you say you would take me to read ancient books? Where are they?"

Qin Heyang's lips curled slightly: "So anxious?"

"Of course... I've never seen such precious ancient book drawings." She twisted her fingers shyly, her eyes full of anticipation.

"No hurry, let's eat first, and then I'll take you there."

The expectation in Sirong's eyes froze for a moment, but soon a sweeter smile appeared.

"Okay~" she responded cheerfully, but her fingertips pinched her palms imperceptibly.

The restaurant's crystal chandelier cast a warm glow on the gilded tableware, and the butler was directing the servants to arrange the meal. Qin Heyang gentlemanly pulled out a chair for her, and Sirong sat down obediently. The curve of her skirt draped with a carefully designed naturalness.

"Try this." He poured her half a glass of Burgundy red wine. "82 Romanee-Conti, perfect with today's Beef Wellington."

Sirong held the wine glass in both hands, as if holding some fragile treasure, and took a sip carefully. Then she looked at him with sparkling eyes: "It smells so good! It tastes much better than the wine you buy in the supermarket!"

Perfectly plays the role of a little white rabbit who has no knowledge of luxury goods.

As she cut the puff pastry with a silver knife, she suddenly pointed at the rose pattern carved on the gilded candlestick and said, "This pattern looks like the one on the vase upstairs."

Qin Heyang's attention was now focused on Sirong's face, and he didn't notice anything unusual. The candlelight cast dancing spots of light on his glasses, but it couldn't hide his smile. "You observe very carefully."

"Because it looks really good." She picked up a piece of steak with her cheeks puffed out like a hamster.

The rim of the red wine glass pressed against her lips. Qin Heyang swallowed the wine with a rolling motion of his Adam's apple. Suddenly, he leaned across the table. His calloused thumb brushed the corner of her lips. "It got stained with sauce."

As her warm breath brushed against her earlobe, Sirong heard him whisper, "After dinner... I'll show you the real 'ancient books'."

The knife made a sharp sound as it scraped against the porcelain plate.

"Okay!" Sirong responded with a sweet smile.

The abacus beads in Qin Heyang's mind were about to hit Sirong in the face. Bufei just wanted to wait for a while, and wanted to do some things that lovers should do with Si Xiaorong while reading ancient books.

But she couldn't knock him out right now, so Sirong could only deal with him for the time being.

After dinner, Qin Heyang will take the initiative to send the servants in the manor away.