Divine Eye Appraisal: Starting with a Lucky Pickup of a Beautiful CEO's Family Heirloom

Wen Nian stopped Wen Zhaoye at the entrance of the antique market.

He had just come out of the shop, ready to go across the street to buy a bowl of noodles.

When I looked up, I saw her standing under the streetlight, her eyes red and swollen, as if she had been crying for a long time.

"Zhaoye," Wen Nian called out, her voice hoarse.

Wen Zhaoye stopped.

He glanced at her but didn't say anything.

Wen Nian walked over and stood in front of him, less than a meter away.

She was wearing an old coat and her hair was casually tied up, looking completely different from her glamorous self at Yu Mantang.

She was still wearing that sparkling zircon necklace around her neck—the one Bao Dequan had given her.

"I'm going back to my hometown," Wen Nian said in a low voice. "My train leaves tomorrow morning."

Wen Zhaoye nodded.

I don't know what to say.

Wishing you a safe journey?

Take care?

Everything's weird.

So he simply said nothing.

Seeing his expression, Wen Nian's tears fell again: "Qin Fei has already filed a case against my brother. How long will he be sentenced to? Could you—could you talk to Officer Qin and ask him to let him go?"

Wen Zhaoye looked at her and suddenly felt very tired.

"Wen Nian," he said, "your brother should take responsibility for his own actions."

Wen Nian cried even harder: "He only helped me make that one fake power of attorney, he didn't do it on purpose—"

"He came to the ICU with a knife and blocked my way. It was intentional," Wen Zhaoye interrupted her. "He wanted to transfer my grandmother to another hospital and forced me to sell the house. It was intentional."

Wen Nian opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Wen Zhaoye looked at the necklace around her neck and suddenly asked, "When Bao Dequan gave you this necklace, did you know what trouble he made me take the blame for?"

Wen Nian was stunned.

"This necklace around your neck," Wen Zhaoye pointed, "cost less than three hundred. He marked it at thirty-eight thousand at the shop entrance, specifically for gifting. You gave him false testimony, and he arranged a job for your brother and gave you a three-hundred-yuan necklace—that's all your three years of relationship is worth."

Wen Nian's face turned pale instantly.

She wanted to say something, but her lips kept trembling.

Finally, she managed to squeeze out, "You've changed."

Wen Zhaoye did not turn around.

"I haven't changed," he said. "You've just never seen me clearly."

Wen Nian stood there and cried for a long time.

Passersby slowed down, their eyes scanning back and forth between the two, and some even took out their phones to record.

An older woman came over and asked, "Young man, is this your girlfriend? Did you break up?"

Wen Zhaoye ignored her.

Another old man muttered from the side, "This girl is crying like this, the young man is too heartless."

"Sir," Wen Zhaoye turned his head, "she's sending me to jail, and you expect me to smile at her?"

Upon hearing this, the old man immediately shut up.

The onlookers' gazes instantly shifted, and they began to scrutinize Wen Nian.

Wen Nian couldn't take it anymore. She wiped away her tears and turned to walk into the alley.

After taking a few steps, she stopped, turned around, and said, "I'm serious, you weren't like this before."

"You've never sold to me before," Wen Zhaoye said, and walked towards the noodle shop.

When Qin Fei got out of the car by the roadside, Wen Zhaoye was squatting at the entrance of the noodle shop, eating noodles with a bowl in his hand.

She didn't mind and squatted down right next to him.

"You have some unusual tastes, eating noodles by the roadside?"

"I'm used to it." Wen Zhaoye took a sip of noodles. "When I was a kid, I ate the fastest by squatting down at the construction site with my dad."

Qin Fei glanced in the direction Wen Nian had disappeared: "She came looking for you?"

"Yes." "You let it go?"

"She told me to let her brother go." Wen Zhaoye put down his chopsticks. "I said your brother should take responsibility for what he did."

Qin Fei nodded, took a piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it over: "Bao Hu's case has been transferred to the Municipal Bureau, and it's no longer under my jurisdiction."

Wen Zhaoye took the paper and glanced at it—it was a case transfer notice.

The document stated that Bao Hu was suspected of forging documents and threatening others with a knife, and the case materials had been transferred to the Municipal Public Security Bureau's Criminal Investigation Brigade.

"That's a good thing," he said.

"It's good news." Qin Fei paused for a moment, "but Qian Bohong hasn't been idle. He contacted the Municipal Public Security Bureau through Wang Ming, trying to get the case suppressed."

Wen Zhaoye put down his chopsticks.

"Wang Ming?"

"That deputy director of the Jade Association," Qin Fei said, "is the one who handled Bao Dequan's blacklisting report. Qian Bohong has approached him several times, wanting him to intervene and classify Bao Hu's case as 'impulsive behavior stemming from an economic dispute.'"

"Will it work?"

"Not now." Qin Fei glanced at him, "But if Wang Ming keeps watching, he'll find a loophole sooner or later."

Wen Zhaoye folded the paper and put it in his pocket.

"Let me guess," he said, "Wouldn't Wang Ming have worked for nothing?"

Qin Fei didn't reply, but her eyes said it all.

"This is interesting." Wen Zhaoye picked up his bowl again. "A vice-chairman of an association, going to the city police station to put in a good word for a detained thug—how much money did Qian Bohong give him?"

"I don't know," Qin Fei said, "but I checked Wang Ming's bank account, and there have been three large deposits in the past month, all in cash. The total amount is 120,000."

Wen Zhaoye paused for a moment while drinking his noodles.

"120,000—can Bao Dequan afford that?"

"Bao Dequan can't afford it."

Wen Zhaoye looked at her, and the two stared at each other for two seconds.

"That was given to us by the provincial capital," Wen Zhaoye said.

Sun Bo'an walked out of Jianzhen Pavilion and squatted down on the other side of Wen Zhaoye.

The three people were squatting at the entrance of the noodle shop, and the scene was quite symmetrical.

"Mr. Sun," Qin Fei glanced at him, "you've come too?"

"I have something to tell this kid," Sun Bo'an said. "Wang Ming went to the provincial capital last night."

Wen Zhaoye stopped eating with his chopsticks: "Going to the provincial capital?"

"Yes. Someone saw him get into the car last night and leave overnight."

"Do you know what you're going to do?"

"I don't know." Sun Bo'an shook his head. "But judging from the direction his car was heading, it was towards the provincial capital. And he didn't ask for leave; the association couldn't find him today."

Wen Zhaoye remained silent for a few seconds, finished the last bite of noodles, stood up and put the bowl back in the shop.

He returned to the doorway and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand: "Wang Ming went to the provincial capital, probably to see Qian Bohong."

"And then?" Qin Fei asked.

"Then we'll see how far Qian Bohong wants me dead." Wen Zhaoye looked at her. "If it were just a simple blacklist, Wang Ming wouldn't need to make the trip himself. The fact that he went to the provincial capital means things are bigger than I thought."

Sun Bo'an sighed: "I told you long ago, your eyes are too captivating."

Wen Zhaoye leaned against the door frame and glanced at the sky in the distance, which was gradually darkening.

Wen Nian has probably already gone far away. He will probably never see this woman he once loved again.

He felt no sadness, only a chilling emptiness.

"Old Sun," he said, "the case file of the Warring States jade disc case is still in the archives, isn't it?"

"exist."

"Let me take a look."

Sun Bo'an glanced at him: "Now?"

"Now." Sun Bo'an stood up, brushing the dust off his pants. "Let's go." Qin Fei also stood up. "I won't go. Keep an eye on Wang Ming's return from the city bureau. I'll let you know as soon as he gets back from the provincial capital."

Wen Zhaoye nodded. Qin Fei took two steps, then turned back: "Wen Zhaoye."

"Um?"

"I won't let anyone suppress Bao Hu's case."

Wen Zhaoye looked at her. Under the streetlights, Qin Fei's face was serious, unlike her usual businesslike expression.

"Thanks," he said.

Qin Fei waved her hand, turned around, and got into the car.

Wen Zhaoye followed Sun Bo'an toward the archives.

On the way, he glanced back at the entrance of the antique market—the place where Wen Nian had stood crying, now empty.

Three years of relationship ended silently.

He turned around and followed Sun Bo'an into the alley.

In the darkness of night, something was slowly approaching from the direction of the provincial capital in the distance.