Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 281: Bo Leng and An Yan Fall into an Ancient Tomb

Chapter 281: Chapter 281: Bo Leng and An Yan Fall into an Ancient Tomb

A slender figure leaped from the bushes, striking towards him.

Bo Leng’s gaze darkened as he directly faced the attacker.

A faint fragrance wafted towards him, causing a tremor in Bo Leng’s heart.

It was the same scent he had smelled the night before last—it was her!

The force under his palm lessened, as if he were practicing Tai Chi with his opponent.

An Yan had gotten a clear look at his face when the man held the flashlight, it was the same man who had haunted her for the past few days.

Although he had helped her retrieve her phone, she was not going to show any mercy.

Bo Leng watched the woman’s fierce moves and clicked his tongue lightly, "Quite impressive."

An Yan felt insulted, she grabbed the man’s T-shirt collar and drove her knee toward the weakest part of his body.

Suddenly, Bo Leng clamped An Yan’s slender leg between his and locked both her arms with his hands, rendering her unable to move.

"Close combat with me can be dangerous since I can completely overpower you with strength."

An Yan snorted coldly, "You look like a decent person but all you engage in are despicable acts."

Bo Leng chuckled softly, "Everyone has their reasons."

"Don’t disguise your sordidness as helplessness, stealing and trafficking cultural relics is against the law."

"If you become my girlfriend, I will mend my ways, how about that?"

An Yan was first taken aback, then sneered, "What are you even worth!"

Bo Leng, hearing the woman’s scorn, didn’t get angry or upset but was instead amused. "Whatever you say I am, that’s what I am."

An Yan didn’t expect this man, who appeared to speak so little, to be so slick once he opened his mouth.

Indeed, appearances can be deceiving.

This made her think of Fu Shiyan. He also appeared as one who practiced abstinence, yet he was too much for her to handle.

An Yan frowned, why did she subconsciously think of Fu Shiyan every time she saw this man?

She was irritated. She was here to teach him a lesson, not to flirt with him!

She struggled hard, but the more she struggled, the tighter his arms clenched, his palms burning hot, revealing his intense desire to possess her.

The distance between the two was only a couple of T-shirts apart.

Heat and the element of ambiguity spread between them.

On the night before last, Bo Leng had some restless thoughts when he embraced her from behind.

Now, that softness tightly pressed against him made his blood surge and his heart pound, the desire to possess her becoming an unstoppable force within him, completely disrupting his breath.

Under the moonlight, he stared at her cherry red lips, feeling an unbearable thirst as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

An Yan became aware of the man’s heavy breathing and suddenly felt something hard press against her thigh.

She cursed, "Despicable man!"

In the five years since Bo Leng had awakened, he had never touched a woman, nor even bothered to look at one properly, but he always had these colorful dreams.

In those dreams, it seemed he loved a woman dearly, entwined in love with her, and he even seemed to have gotten her pregnant.

However, he could only see the outline of the woman, never her face clearly.

He had suspected that he deeply loved a woman, and she loved him as well, but why couldn’t he recall her after all these years?

At this moment, the woman in front of him made him feel as if she was the woman from his dreams.

Seeing An Yan getting furious because of his physical reaction, he realized his presumptuousness and quickly let go of her.

An Yan harshly pushed the man back two steps and kicked at Bo Leng’s chest. Bo Leng didn’t dodge, taking the kick squarely, and his body stumbled backwards.

Just then, Sheng Yu, who had followed Bo Leng’s footsteps, saw this scene. Already bearing resentment towards An Yan, her hatred now peaked.

It wasn’t just that An Yan had kicked Bo Leng, but that Bo Leng was kicked and didn’t retaliate.

Though angry, Sheng Yu quickly ran forward, "Brother Leng, are you okay?"

Bo Leng didn’t respond to her question but turned to look at An Yan, "We won’t touch this tomb."

An Yan thought he was going to silence her or something, and was surprised that he would actually give up raiding this tomb.

Sheng Yu was equally shocked. Bo Leng not raiding this tomb and leaving the area was what she wanted to see.

But for Bo Leng to give up tomb raiding for her was something she couldn’t accept.

She questioned loudly, "Brother Leng, are you dropping this for that woman?"

Bo Leng scanned her coldly, "This place is no longer safe, she must have called the police. Do you think we still have a chance?"

She didn’t believe that; after all, they had raided tombs watched by multiple police officers or archaeology teams before.

So Bo Leng was lying, it was because of Mu Anyan that he had given up.

Sheng Yu’s eyes turned blood red.

Bo Leng said, "Leave quickly." After speaking, he strode forward.

An Yan watched the man’s resolute back, surprisingly believing that he would no longer consider tampering with this tomb.

Suddenly, Sheng Yu had a dagger in her hand and rushed towards An Yan violently.

An Yan dodged left and right, avoiding Sheng Yu’s attack.

Suddenly, Sheng Yu sinfully curved her lips, stomped on the ground forcefully, and the ground under An Yan’s feet collapsed suddenly, sending her falling into the tomb.

It was a trap specifically prepared by the Tomb Robbers to capture them.

Hearing the sound of the fight, Bo Leng rushed back and witnessed this scene.

As Sheng Yu’s smile had not yet faded, she saw Bo Leng leap into the tomb.

Sheng Yu’s smiling face completely stiffened as she stared wide-eyed at the dark hole, hysterically screaming Bo Leng’s name, but no one responded to her.

She dared not enter the tomb, so she could only make a call for help.

Inside the pitch-dark ancient tomb, Bo Leng jumped down and landed steadily.

Actually, he was a bit frightened, wondering what he would do if he happened to land on Mu Anyan.

This thought had not lingered long before he was interrupted by a sneak attack.

Bo Leng parried all the attacks, without retaliating.

He allowed her to vent her emotions, "Doesn’t your hand hurt?"

An Yan, holding back a bellyful of anger, insulted and having fallen into a tomb, was most annoyed by the fact that this old lecher was sharing the tomb with her.

She stopped her hands, "Did Miss Situation kick you down here?"

"I saw you falling, so I jumped down after you."

An Yan was stunned for a moment, unbelieving.

But unless he was willing, based on his skills, no one could force him down.

An Yan thought he probably wanted to take a look inside the tomb, as no Tomb Robber could resist the curiosity about what was inside.

She didn’t want to speak another word to Bo Leng, holding her flashlight and beginning to look around.

This was a stone chamber tomb, the walls even carved with paintings, known as portrait stone tombs, dating from the late Western Han period.

The tomb covered at least several ten thousand square meters, containing many lacquerware pieces and fewer bronzes, gold and silver items, numerous ritual and musical instruments, and a large number of weapons.

An Yan thought, if this group of Tomb Robbers got their hands on it, they would earn at least nearly ten billion.

She looked at the man walking beside her, "You say you’ve given up on this tomb, but do you think it’s up to you? Would your brothers agree? Who are you relying on?"

Listening to her barrage of questions, Bo Leng slightly raised his eyebrows, "If you agree to be my girlfriend, I’ll tell you."

An Yan: "..."

She no longer spoke to him, but this time it was Bo Leng who started asking questions.

"I’ve heard you have two sons, is that true?"

An Yan glanced at him coldly, her look cautious, "Don’t think about touching my children, or I will annihilate you!"

Bo Leng chuckled lightly, "I’m not interested in the children, just their mother."

An Yan glared at him, "If you talk nonsense again, I’ll sew your mouth shut!"

Bo Leng watched her, furious like a roaring little beast, guessing she cared deeply about her children.

He shrugged, "But your husband really..."

Before he could finish, An Yan stretched out her hand and grabbed his neck, "He’s alive! He must be alive! If you dare curse him, I will fight you to the death!"

Bo Leng did not doubt that if he said one more word, she would fight him to the end.

At that moment, his heart harbored conflicting emotions: pity, reluctance, envy, and jealousy.

He didn’t know what this feeling was, but it was the first time in five years that he had been swayed by someone else’s emotions, all because of a woman he had only met a few times.

Bo Leng watched her tear-filled eyes, a sense of pity inexplicably surged in him, he pursed his lips, "Sorry."

An Yan released him and walked forward with big strides.

Her heart thumped wildly. For some reason, whenever she saw this man, she felt he resembled Fu Shiyan, although they only shared a similar height, with their looks and character completely different.

She felt she was going insane. She had to keep her distance from him.

Because her thoughts were in turmoil, she walked too quickly, not paying attention to where she was stepping.

Then she heard Bo Leng yelling frantically from behind, "Stop! Don’t move!"