Free Web NovelChapter 1648: Chapter 1634
Chu Ge heard Wen Zaao gritting her teeth, her lips curling into a deeper arc, "You have time to think about it. When you tell me your true purpose, I’ll consider whether to accompany you to that so-called Ancient Artifact Research Institute."
After speaking, he stood up and paced back to his room.
As Chu Ge turned to close the door, he noticed a sharp gleam in Wen Zaao’s eyes out of the corner of his eye. He lightly pressed his sexy thin lips and then closed the door.
After closing the door, Chu Ge strode to the balcony, took out his phone, opened the browser, and searched for information on the Ancient Artifact Research Institute. Numerous posts popped up, with most comments related to "What is Ancient Martial Research Institute, it’s just a guise for tomb robbing under the public’s name" or "Is tomb robbing this official now?" in similar tones.
Chu Ge frowned slightly. In their country, tomb robbing was already a thing. After a thousand years of evolution, it has become so civilized.
Not obtaining any useful clues from the phone, Chu Ge put it away.
This phone was one Wen Zaao didn’t use. Although the phone was quite old, it still had some basic apps and was usable.
The reason Wen Zaao went to the trouble of getting him a phone card was because she worried that in her absence, Chu Ge might encounter some accidents.
No wonder Wen Zaao found Chu Ge disagreeable; since arriving in this time space, all his expenses were covered by Wen Zaao.
Chu Ge looked at the phone in his hand and suddenly realized, he’s been spending a woman’s money all along.
He turned to glance at the tightly closed room door, feeling a bit awkward.
Outside, Wen Zaao was left speechless by Chu Ge’s retort. She sat sulking on the sofa, eyes glaring at Chu Ge’s door, as if her gaze could kill, not only would Chu Ge’s door be pierced but surely Chu Ge himself would have died a thousand times over.
Wen Zaao took several deep breaths to suppress her anger before standing up and returning to her own room.
In her room, she walked to the desk and opened the bottom drawer. Inside was nothing but a meticulously packaged box.
She took it out, opened the box, and retrieved a leather diary. The diary was quite old, and some parts were torn.
Wen Zaao always handled it with utmost care.
This diary was left by her father as the only relic for her. The contents recorded inside were clues about the Yechen King’s Tomb, and at the end of the diary was a motif, the same motif on the gold medal Chu Ge possessed.
She always believed her father wouldn’t leave behind a useless diary, and now everything recorded in the diary was unraveling, surely indicating something, prompting her to investigate further. frёewebnoѵēl.com
But when it came to Chu Ge...
She hadn’t closed her room door. From her vantage point, she could see Chu Ge’s tightly shut door. She stared at it for a long time, finally making a significant decision. She stood up, holding the diary, and went to Chu Ge’s door, raising her hand to knock.
Yet the instant she was about to knock, she hesitated. She looked down at the diary in her arms, riddled with inexplicable doubt.
Why she hesitated, she couldn’t even articulate.
Standing at Chu Ge’s door, Wen Zaao struggled back and forth before deciding not to say anything for now.
Just as she was about to turn around, the door to Chu Ge’s room suddenly opened. Chu Ge saw Wen Zaao standing at his door and was somewhat surprised, "Decided so soon?"
He thought Wen Zaao was going to explain the real reason to him.
Wen Zaao shook her head abruptly, "No, I haven’t..."
Her tone was anxious as if her secret had been exposed, her eyes wandering as she dared not meet his gaze.
Chu Ge squinted his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, chuckled lightly, and said, "Since that’s the case, take your time to consider."
Speaking, he moved past her.
Wen Zaao looked at him in confusion, "You’re going out?"
Chu Ge, without turning his head, affirmed, "Going out for some business."
Curious, Wen Zaao stepped forward, following him, puzzled, "What business do you have?"
Chu Ge had been in their era for less than a week. He was gradually adapting and understanding their era, but had never been out alone.
"Where are you going? What are you doing?" Wen Zaao pursued, not reassured by the idea of letting Chu Ge go out alone. She hoped Chu Ge could help her solve her father’s whereabouts mystery; if anything happened to him, she’d regret to death.
Chu Ge turned to glance at her, "I’m just going out to handle something. I won’t cause trouble for you, don’t be so tense."
Wen Zaao couldn’t help but retort internally, "How can I not be tense? It’s not you causing trouble that worries me; it’s you being uncontrollably inclined to cause trouble for me!"
"You should take me with you; I really don’t feel at ease letting you go alone."
Wen Zaao suggested, as she spoke, putting the diary on a nearby cabinet, beginning to change shoes.
Chu Ge’s gaze was drawn to her leather diary due to its apparent age and a vague mark on the cover, arousing his curiosity.
He wanted a closer look.
By the time Wen Zaao noticed, the diary was already in Chu Ge’s hands.
"Give it back to me!"
Wen Zaao shouted furiously, "Don’t you understand manners? How can you just touch someone else’s belongings!"
Chu Ge raised an eyebrow playfully, "Is there a secret of yours inside?"
Wen Zaao held her head high; she was much shorter than Chu Ge. Even standing before him, maintaining a posture of pride, her aura fell short.
"Whether there’s a secret or not, you can’t touch it!"
She said, standing on tip-toe to snatch for it, but Chu Ge reacted faster, raising his arm high, height disparity becoming more apparent.
No matter how Wen Zaao jumped, she couldn’t reach it.
Furious, she shouted, "Chu Ge! Don’t go too far! Hurry and return the diary to me!"
Chu Ge glanced up at the diary in hand. Its texture was coarse upon touch, visibly old for years. He clicked his tongue, teasingly said, "Seems like you’re nostalgic; is it filled with love letters for your crush?"
Hearing his taunt, Wen Zaao’s cheeks flushed with anger, "Chu Ge! I’m warning you for the last time! Give the diary back to me!"
Seeing her eyes reddening in urgency, Chu Ge’s lips curved into a slight, mischievous smile. In a low voice, he said, "What if I don’t?"
