Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 289 Bo Leng Turns into a Stalking Maniac

Chapter 289: Chapter 289 Bo Leng Turns into a Stalking Maniac

Bo Leng quickly retracted his foot and darted to the side of the door.

His heart began to pound fiercely.

He hadn’t expected Mu Anyan to actually be here.

This definitely was not a coincidence, she must have found them, truly too clever.

He stood at the door, listening to the bargaining inside, and Mu Anyan was buying the Angular Jade Cup, one of the five stolen cultural relics.

He lowered his gaze, the black brim of his hat drooping, and the sporadic strands of hair falling with it. Even so, it was difficult to conceal the upturned curve of his lips.

His and Mu Anyan’s thoughts coincidentally matched.

It seemed he no longer needed to bid, he would leave the remaining chance to her, and he would do his utmost to cooperate with her to snatch back the cultural relics.

He walked to a stall very close to that shop, said something to the stall owner, and with two fake items in hand, he quickly left.

Not long after, An Yan walked out of the shop, her heart filled with satisfaction.

She had bought two pieces, only three more to go.

Hopefully, the next three would be just as smooth.

Passing by a stall, An Yan spotted two of the remaining three items she was looking to buy.

She walked over, pointing at the two pieces, "What’s the price for the tiger-patterned jade pendant and the Bronze Gilt Mountain-patterned Beast-Footed Vessel?"

The stall owner smiled, "Young lady really knows her stuff, these two are treasures I’ve recently acquired. Although not genuine, they are absolutely top of the line among fakes. If you are serious, this is the price for the two."

An Yan looked at him making a ’ye’ gesture, raised her eyebrows, "Twenty thousand?"

"I’m not that heartless, two thousand will do," the stall owner chuckled, "After this sale, I’m heading home to spend time with my wife."

An Yan agreed on the spot, paid the money, and took the goods.

She put these items into her backpack and began looking for the last piece.

Who knew if it was just good luck, but in less than half an hour, the last piece was also found.

After all, most fakes on the market are quite crudely made and their authenticity can be spotted at a glance.

The five pieces she had bought were exquisitely crafted, on the surface indistinguishable without a closer examination.

An Yan mused that this Bo Leng was indeed clever, stealing things that were small yet valuable.

This time, when she caught him, she would definitely have to settle accounts with him properly!

But for now, the most important thing under heaven was to fill her stomach.

She went to the food street opposite Antique Street and entered a noodle shop she frequented, ordering a bowl of braised beef noodles.

From the shadows, Bo Leng watched her joyful demeanor, his lips slightly curling.

Suddenly, his smile vanished, and he felt like he was some kind of perverse stalker.

He took a deep breath, reminding himself that he was following Mu Anyan to understand her thoughts, so he could better cooperate with her.

Yes, thinking this way made him feel much more at ease.

He continued to spy on the noodle shop’s entrance from his hiding place around the corner.

A woman passed by with a young boy, about five or six years old.

The little boy pointed at Bo Leng, "Mommy, that uncle looks like a peeping Tom."

The woman quickly grabbed his hand, covered his mouth, and hurried him away, "There are too many perverts around these days, let’s get going."

Bo Leng: "..."

Unaware An Yan savored her beef noodles and then went straight by taxi to a renowned underground auction in Sucheng.

The auction was held in a club’s basement.

The first floor of the club was a bar, the second floor had private rooms, and third floor and above were guest rooms.

Every Tuesday night there were auctions, and because they always sold genuine items, their reputation was solid.

An Yan turned into a restroom, put on a fluffy short hair wig for men, meticulously applied a human skin mask, and attached a voice-changing magnet, before walking out.

She arrived at the underground auction, which wasn’t very large; it was a square space of about two hundred square meters that could accommodate around one hundred and fifty guests.

She took a seat in the back row and raised her hand to wave at the auctioneer on stage.

The auctioneer’s eyes brightened, and he nodded slightly.

The auction ended an hour later, and the auctioneer hurried down from the stage, extending his hand deferentially, "Why didn’t you call ahead? I could have prepared to welcome you."

As soon as An Yan spoke, it was the voice of a forty-year-old man, "The situation was quite sudden, so I did not notify you beforehand."

The auctioneer was actually the boss of the underground auction, Fuhai, who had been in the auction business for twenty-five years.

He was well-known in the antique world, and many buyers from Hua Country came specifically for his reputation.

Fuhai nodded, "Let’s go to my office to talk."

An Yan agreed and followed Fuhai into the office.

The two sat on the couch, and Fuhai brewed tea for her.

"Tu Long, how many days will you stay in Sucheng this time?"

An Yan thought for a moment, "Two days. My main purpose here is to ask you for a favor."

Under Fuhai’s puzzled gaze, An Yan took out five counterfeit items from her backpack and laid them out on the tea table one by one.

Fuhai was startled, "Tiger Pattern Jade Ornament, Bronze Gilt Mountain-patterned Beast-Footed Vessel, Angular Jade Cup, Bronze Incense Burner, and the Bronze Vermilion Bird Ring Cup. These..."

An Yan chuckled lightly, "These happen to be the same as the relics to be auctioned tomorrow night, aren’t they?"

Fuhai was quite astonished, as he had only confirmed the next night’s auction items two hours ago.

The five items previously confirmed were not these; the client had contacted him that afternoon.

The client was very anxious and offered him a particularly high commission, so he switched to these five items.

Fuhai pushed his glasses up and donned white gloves to pick up the counterfeit items on the table and examine them in turn.

He furrowed his brows, picking up one after another, "None of these are genuine. But from a distance, they indeed look convincing."

An Yan nodded, "They are indeed all counterfeits. I need you to switch the auction items for tomorrow night to these."

Fuhai looked at her in amazement.

An Yan emphasized, "Do you know where those five relics for tomorrow night came from? They were recently excavated in Banqiao Town and were stolen. With such a source, do you dare to deal with them? The Cultural Relics Bureau will find you immediately, and that would mark the end of your auctioneering career."

Fuhai scowled, "What you need me to do, I’ll do. I’ll follow your arrangements."

An Yan smiled, "Don’t worry, I’ll handle the aftermath. Just pretend you know nothing about the whole affair. Now let me tell you what you need to do tomorrow night..."

After leaving the club, An Yan got into a taxi and left.

Bo Leng, who had been hiding behind a column at the entrance to the club, stepped out, watching the tail lights fade into the night; his heart was racing.

He had seen An Yan enter the restroom, but the person who came out a moment later was Tu Long.

A man coming out of the women’s restroom was his first concern; he worried that Mu Anyan could have been harassed. However, recognizing the same set of sportswear, he had an epiphany.

He raised his hand to touch his own face, realizing it was all the effect of a human skin mask.

Tu Long was Mu Anyan.

This was simply too unexpected and surprising.

Bo Leng took a deep breath, turned, and went into the club, heading straight for Fuhai’s office.

Fuhai thought it was Tu Long coming back with further instructions and greeted him with a smile, but the person who came in was a tall man with a cold and stern face.

Fuhai frowned, "You, who are you looking for?"

Bo Leng spoke indifferently, "I’m looking for you."

Fuhai asked, "Who might you be?"

Bo Leng slightly curved his lips in a rogue smile, "I’m the seller for tomorrow night."