The Delicate Darling with Her Rough Man

Leng Yuan saw his wife staring at the bracelet and knew she liked it. As expected, she had the same great taste as him.

He walked over, his voice gentle. ”Do you know the history of this bracelet?”

Gu Jiaojiao really liked the bracelet, but she honestly didn’t know its history, so she simply shook her head.

Leng Yuan slipped the bracelet onto Gu Jiaojiao’s wrist and began to explain.

”Bracelets like this are typically consecrated by a grandmaster. In ancient times, only the daughters of an Emperor or a prince would have a top artisan commissioned at their birth to craft a bracelet like this, engraved with Buddhist scriptures. It symbolizes warding off misfortune, receiving the Buddha’s protection, and ensuring a long and blessed life.”

The bracelet’s luster was superb, and it showed no signs of wear at all. Aside from being incredibly well-preserved, it almost looked new.

It had never been worn by anyone.

It was a mystery how the An Family had obtained it, but this item certainly hadn’t been theirs to begin with.

The bracelet was a perfect fit on Gu Jiaojiao’s wrist, but she took it off after only a few glances.

’I can’t wear this now.’

After taking off the golden bracelet and placing it in its box, Gu Jiaojiao glanced at the jadeite bracelet. This one wasn’t bad either; it was top-grade jadeite, worth at least a million.

The jadeite in the pairs of earrings had good color and translucency, but since the stones were so small, their value was limited.

’Once they appreciate in value, I can sell them.’

As for the gold earrings, it was obvious they had been worn before. Gu Jiaojiao had no intention of wearing them, so they would also have to be sold later.

After looking everything over, Gu Jiaojiao handed the items to Leng Yuan, who immediately put them away.

The gold bracelet came with a box, which saved him the trouble of finding something else to store it in.

The jadeite, however, would need a box.

The earrings also had their own boxes. As for the gold ones, simply wrapping them in a cloth would suffice.

Leng Yuan took the items, and Old Nine took the money.

The largest bill at the time was the ten-yuan note, so two thousand yuan was a thick stack of cash.

The next day, Old Nine delivered the money to An Dongyang.

An Dongyang’s injuries looked worse than they were. To make matters worse, he’d had the bad luck to injure his tailbone when he fell, and it hurt whenever he moved. After resting for two days and applying medicine, it was feeling much better, but he still couldn’t make any big movements.

When he saw Old Nine arrive, he got dressed and headed for the door.

Mrs. An was at home watching over her son; she had taken an extended leave of absence from work.

An Mingjiang had explained the gravity of the situation to her. An Dongyang was her only son, and she couldn’t bear to watch him make another mistake.

An Dongyang, unaware of all this, came downstairs and was about to head out when Mrs. An immediately shot up. ”Dongyang, are you going out?”

An Dongyang looked puzzled. His mother had never meddled in his comings and goings before. ”Yeah, I’m heading out.”

”You’re still injured. What are you going out for instead of resting at home?”

An Dongyang failed to read between the lines. ”I have something really important to do,” he said. ”Don’t worry about it, Mom. I’ll be back this afternoon.”

Mrs. An was furious. ’If he hadn’t been beaten up so badly, this matter wouldn’t have been let go so easily!’

”How can you be so thoughtless? Your father is truly angry this time. He said you’re forbidden from leaving the house. If you go out and he finds out, he’ll definitely give you another beating.”

Only then did An Dongyang notice his mother’s grim expression.

He immediately went over and, with practiced ease, hugged his mother’s arm.

”Mom, I’m not going out to cause trouble this time, I swear. I really have something to do; I’ve already made an appointment. Would you really have me be a person who breaks their word?”

An Dongyang wheedled, his tone fawning.

He was Mrs. An’s only son, and she usually doted on him immensely; otherwise, he never would have developed such a personality.

Now that An Dongyang was wheedling her a bit, Mrs. An’s tone softened.

However, this situation was too serious, so she still refused to give in.

”No. Your father told me to watch you. If you go out, I’ll be in trouble too.”

Mrs. An was in charge of minor household matters, but when it came to anything truly important, Mr. An called the shots.

Once Mr. An spoke, a decision was essentially set in stone.