She Lives without Regret in This Life

Chapter 1267: Chapter 1337: Sister’s Sutra

Bill looked on in confusion, having been a black market doctor for so many years, he was considered well-informed. Seeing the Grand Steward’s expression, he realized he might have stirred up some trouble.

If not for the money he hadn’t yet exchanged, he would have fled immediately.

”It’s the Lotus Sutra, it really is the Lotus Sutra.” The middle-aged man muttered excitedly to himself, ”It really is.”

After speaking, his demeanor abruptly changed, exuding an aura of authority, ”May I ask, sir, where did you get this necklace?”

”This... this...” Naturally, Bill wouldn’t reveal the truth, because once he did, he was doomed. ”I picked it up at the port and thought it was worthless.”

Bill randomly concocted an excuse.

”Is it very valuable?”

”Yes, extremely valuable.” The middle-aged man nodded, ”I’ll give you ten thousand dollars.”

”T-ten thousand dollars?” Oh my! He’s struck it rich.

”Alright! Please go and collect the money!” The middle-aged man handed him another slip.

”Thank you, thank you!” With so much money, Bill was already dizzy with excitement. He eagerly took the slip and went to collect his money.

After Bill left, the middle-aged man lightly tapped the table, and a man wearing a black traditional Chinese suit emerged from behind, speaking fluent Mandarin, ”Housekeeper Xing, what are your orders?”

”Follow that man for me.”

”Yes.”

After the man left, Housekeeper Xing couldn’t wait to get up without checking the accounts, directly instructing the driver to head to the suburban estate.

In the outskirts of the city lived many super-rich individuals, among them a famous white estate, particularly well-known in the Chinese World, its reputation resounding.

Housekeeper Xing’s car arrived at the entrance of the white estate, and the gate opened slowly. However, he didn’t dare enter by car, instead choosing to walk inside discreetly.

The estate is managed with strict regulation, with servants and bodyguards of Asian, African, and Caucasian descent. Upon seeing Housekeeper Xing, they all nodded in greeting. He has served the estate’s President since childhood, now for fifty years.

From the outside, the estate appears European in style, but inside it adopts classic Chinese decor, with valuable antique artworks displayed everywhere.

Housekeeper Xing arrived at the study on the first floor and gently knocked on the door.

”Come in.”

Behind a rosewood desk sat an elderly man with a head full of silver hair, wearing a fine traditional Chinese suit and donning reading glasses. Seeing Housekeeper Xing enter, he took off his glasses and said with a smile, ”Weren’t you checking the accounts? Why have you come back?”

”Sir.” Housekeeper Xing bowed very gentlemanly, ”I came across something, so I wanted to bring it back for you to see.”

”What good thing? Are you afraid of misjudging it?”

”A very ordinary silver necklace.” Housekeeper Xing carefully took the necklace from himself and placed it gently in front of the elder.

The elder put on his reading glasses, the necklace clearly in view. He excitedly picked it up, needing no magnifying glass to see the necklace’s uniqueness.

”Crafted with Mithril, no older than a hundred years.” He cradled it in his aged hand and gently stroked it, then excitedly said, ”The engravings are the Lotus Sutra, right?” As the biggest antique dealer in the country, having dealt with antiques and artworks all his life, the elder could understand everything even with his eyes closed.

”Correct, it’s the Lotus Sutra.”

”The Lotus Sutra is my sister’s scripture.” The Feng family’s ancestors were in the antique business, and because of years of dealing with antiquities, each child from birth had their own scripture.

Everyone’s scriptures were different, intricately engraved onto their jewelry. In 1930s Shanghai Beach, the Feng family was a prominent and influential clan. Later, to escape war, the family moved to the country, and so many years have passed in a flash.