Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 280: Bo Leng and An Yan Meet in an Ancient Tomb

Chapter 280: Chapter 280: Bo Leng and An Yan Meet in an Ancient Tomb

As night fell, a fine drizzle floated down from the sky.

Banqiao Town, usually bustling even at night, became cold and quiet.

Occasionally, tourists from other places, curious about the evening scenery, would come out to enjoy the view and step in puddles, finding it quite pleasant.

An Yan had no such leisurely mood. She walked briskly with an umbrella, passing a small bridge and entering deep into the woods.

The rainwater pattered on the leaves, creating a rustling sound, and occasionally small animals appeared but did not disturb An Yan’s pace.

She resembled a lone traveler navigating through the woods, her figure isolated and lonely.

Due to the rain, the ground had become damp and slightly muddy, which made moving forward somewhat difficult.

It took An Yan one hour and twenty minutes to reach her destination.

Not far from the ancient tomb were two beige tents, which looked a bit like lone graves among the mountains.

Normally, tomb guarding should be manned continuously, but it shouldn’t be unattended like now.

An Yan thought this was very problematic because all were professional archaeologists with considerable responsibility for guarding; they wouldn’t make such a basic mistake.

She folded her umbrella and slowly approached the tent, only to hear rustling sounds inside.

She heightened her alertness and used the tip of her umbrella to flip open the tent door, only to see a man halfway through taking his pants off.

An Yan gripped the handle of her umbrella tightly and thrust it forcefully at the man’s protruding buttocks.

The man howled in pain, instantly experiencing what it felt like to have his ’chrysanthemum’ devastated.

He turned abruptly, not even bothering to pull up his pants, and lunged outside.

An Yan aimed the tip of her umbrella at his face, stopping the man instantly. A peculiar smell wafted over, and he turned his head away in disgust.

An Yan forcefully struck the man on the side of his head with her umbrella, knocking him to the ground.

Just as he was about to yell, the tip of the umbrella jabbed into his mouth.

"Ugh..."

The man felt this was the greatest insult he had ever endured.

An Yan’s boot pressed against his chest, "Tomb Robber? Okay then, not talking, huh!"

She stepped on his chest again.

For a moment, the man felt his soul about to leave his body. He grabbed the umbrella trying to pull it out, but An Yan’s strength was too great, and when he tried to grasp her ankle, he received another heavy blow.

"Talk!"

The woman’s cool voice rang out, and the man pointed to his mouth, meaning it was blocked and he couldn’t speak.

An Yan chuckled softly, "I know you can’t talk; I was just teasing you."

The man: "..."

An Yan pulled out the umbrella tip and knocked it hard on his head.

These tomb robbers’ mouths were full of lies, and they were not credible, so it was simpler to knock him out.

An Yan disdainfully threw her umbrella onto the ground and went to check inside the tent.

A faint fragrance lingered, and she identified it as Soul-Confusing Fragrance.

The scent had largely dissipated by now.

These people really had disgraceful methods.

This was the female team members’ tent, and the two girls’ clothes were still intact.

An Yan was somewhat relieved.

She then checked the other tent and found one of the male team members unconscious with a head injury, probably attacked while guarding the tomb.

The injury wasn’t severe, and there was no danger to his life.

She immediately called Professor He, who quickly answered, probably also worried about the ancient tomb and unable to sleep well.

An Yan recounted the situation, "Professor He, I suspect this tomb robbing gang is not small in number. Let’s report it to the police now."

Professor He agreed repeatedly, admonishing An Yan not to act recklessly and to be careful.

An Yan paid no heed to his words. After all, the artifacts in the ancient tomb were of immense value, national treasures that should not fall into the hands of tomb robbers.

If sold domestically, the search process would be easier.

If sold abroad, finding it again would be very difficult.

It is particularly heart-breaking to see so many national artifacts displayed in foreign museums.

The tomb raiding gangs have rich experience in tomb raiding, to be honest, they are even more professional than archaeological teams since they have raided countless tombs.

An Yan glanced at the tomb robber on the ground, his leisurely state was surely because they had not yet found the right entrance to start the tomb raid.

With a quick move, she melted into the night.

In a clearing of the dense forest, Sheng Yu drew her coat closer, "Brother Leng, aren’t you cold?"

Bo Leng, watching Ou and the others digging, didn’t even glance at her properly, "Not cold."

The man’s tone was very cold and blunt. Sheng Yu thought he was always like this, cold to everyone, which was particularly attractive to her.

But yesterday morning, she had heard Bo Leng speaking to Mu Anyan in a gentle tone, which set her jealousy ablaze, unstoppable by any means.

Watching the soil being turned over, an idea came to her mind: if Mu Anyan were here, she would definitely bury her underground.

This shameless Fox Lady, always seducing her man as soon as she appeared.

Soon, the entrance was dug.

Ou wiped his forehead. "Brother Leng, you are amazing, this really is an entrance. We’ve trained for so many years and can’t guarantee to find one every time. But you, a newcomer, find it precisely every time!"

A scent drifted by, and Bo Leng looked sideways, as Sheng Yu moved closer.

He frowned slightly, lit a cigarette, and held it obliquely between his lips.

Sheng Yu loved his manly guise; he was truly handsome.

She intentionally leaned toward his arm.

But Bo Leng stepped away, leaving behind a sentence, "I’ll go check the eastern entrance; you guys dig up the set spot on the north side later."

Ou laughed, "No problem!"

Sheng Yu, failing to lean on Bo Leng, almost fell to the ground.

Ou, puzzled, inquired with concern, "Sister Yu, are you alright?"

Sheng Yu laughed awkwardly, "I’m fine, I’m going to have a look on the east side too."

Watching the woman run off, Sun clicked his tongue, "Sister Yu must like Brother Leng, right?"

Ou laughed, "You’re just noticing now?"

Sun shrugged, "I haven’t been with the team long, and I’m not very sensitive to this stuff."

"Not just insensitive, you’re completely numb. Her behavior has been quite obvious." Ou drew on his cigarette, "Sister Yu has liked Brother Leng for five years. But Brother Leng is not interested."

Sun nodded, "Brother Leng is tall, handsome, and cool. To be honest, pairing him with Sister Yu is truly a waste."

Ou spoke softly, cigarette held between his fingers, "You better not let Sister Yu hear that, or you won’t be able to stay in this team."

Sun smiled and nodded, "Got it."

Sheng Yu caught up with Bo Leng’s pace, "Brother Leng, wait for me."

Not only did Bo Leng not wait, but he also quickened his pace as if a fierce ghost was following him.

Sheng Yu, hands on her hips, panted heavily.

She gritted her teeth and chased after him again.

She knew the saying: if he runs, she chases; he cannot escape even if he sprouts wings!

One day, she was determined to make him her man.

Arriving at the already dug eastern entrance, Bo Leng looked back at the night behind him, glad to have finally shaken off the unwelcome follower, appreciating the moment of peace.

He took out a flashlight to examine the holes inside, assessing that among the southern, northern, and eastern entrances, this one was best suited to descend into.

They wouldn’t dig just one hole to prevent being trapped if one was blocked.

Bo Leng took out his phone, ready to notify Ou and the others to come over.

Suddenly, he perked up his ears and sharply turned to look back.

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