night"Summer took out her phone, checked the time, then said calmly: "It's 3 AM now. About eleven and a half hours ago, around 3:30 AM last night, someone injected needles into your grandfather. If I...Chapter 619 Antique Street

"I've been to the hospital for a check-up, and apart from that, I haven't seen any other doctors." Qian Duoduo shook her head and then seemed to remember someone else. "Except for one time..."

Qian Duoduo didn't finish her sentence as if she was recalling something.

"Which time" Guan Ting couldn't help but ask.

Qian Duoduo shook her head again, saying, "Never mind. That wasn’t really about treating illness; it’s probably unrelated. Anyway, there's no need to worry too much. I’ve been feeling pretty good lately."

The car stopped then, having reached its destination—the main entrance of Peking University. Since Guan Ting had classes in the afternoon, Qian Duoduo dropped her off at school.

"Tingting, we're here," Qian Duoduo reminded her.

"But..." Guan Ting still wanted to say something.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Qian Duoduo knew she was a bit concerned and tried to comfort her. "Relax, even if things turn out as糟糕as they seem, at most I'll tell Xia Tian that I don't have much money. Maybe he won't be difficult with me and will kindly treat my illness."

"Alright then, I'm going in." Guan Ting nodded and got off the car to enter the school gate.

After Guan Ting disappeared from sight, Qian Duoduo also started the car and left.

Xia Tian was currently accompanying Song Yumei for some shopping, but it was somewhat different from usual shopping trips. Generally, girls go shopping to buy clothes and other items, usually at commercial streets or malls. However, Song Yumei clearly wouldn't come to buy clothes; the clothes she wore were all handmade by her. Even if there were intimate necessities that needed to be bought, she certainly wouldn't shop for them with Xia Tian.

The street they were currently strolling down was an antique street. It was said that in Beijing there were many such specialized antique streets. What they were walking through now was just one of them. This particular antique street was rather old and had some formal shops, as well as people setting up old bowls and jars on the roadside. As for whether these bowls and jars were valuable or not, no one knew.

"Brother, take a look, I have many good things..."

"Professor Tseng, you're here again. I have some good stuff over here. Come and take a look..."

"Miss, come and take a look. This is a family heirloom treasure..."

Although it was midday now, the temperature hadn't been high these days, and since there wasn't any sun today, there were still quite a few people out and about, while those who had set up stalls by the roadside were enthusiastically trying to attract customers. However, Xia Tian noticed that no one greeted him or Song Yumei.

"Beautiful wife, why doesn't anyone invite us to buy their goods" Xia Tian asked curiously.

"Because they all recognize me," said Song Yumei indifferently.

Xia Tian still didn't understand: "Wife, do they only sell things to strangers"

“More or less,” Song Yumei explained. “There’s hardly anything valuable on these stalls. They’re used to tricking unsuspecting strangers. Knowing that I won’t be fooled and might even expose their tricks, of course no one would greet us.”

"Oh, so they're a bunch of con artists!" Summer finally figured it out.

Song Yumei did think highly of Summer's observation. Those vendors were indeed no different from con artists; although one could occasionally buy valuable items from them, most of the time they were deceiving people. If someone had good luck and got a deal, it was usually not because the vendor didn't want to deceive them but rather because the vendor didn't know the true value of the item themselves.

When Song Yumei first came here, she too fell prey to some con artists. However, now that her reputation had spread throughout Beijing’s antique streets, newcomers in the industry would often receive warnings from their seniors not to attempt any tricks on her if they saw a beautiful woman wearing ancient attire; instead, it was better to pretend she wasn't there.

As a result, when Song Yumei appeared here now, everyone acted as though she were invisible. They didn’t expect to do business with her because fundamentally speaking, if Song Yumei actually did make any transactions, they would surely lose out in the end.

Of course, not everybody disliked Song Yumei; for instance, the store that Song Yumei had just walked into. This shop was called "Book Repository," and as its name suggests, it was a bookstore. However, given that this bookstore was located on an antique street, it wasn’t your ordinary bookstore but one specialized in ancient books, ranging from several decades to nearly a hundred years old, with some possibly even older; there were also some without a definitive age.

The owner of Book Repository was a man in his sixties wearing glasses. When he saw Song Yumei enter, he immediately greeted her with a warm smile: "Miss Song, you’ve come."

"Old Dai, do you have any new arrivals" Song Yumei asked. By "new arrivals," she meant newly acquired old books.

"Yes, it's over here." Uncle Dai hurriedly led Song Yumei to a bookshelf. "Miss Song, all the books on this shelf are those that arrived after your last visit."

"Then I'll start looking at them." Saying so, Song Yumei began taking out and flipping through books from the shelf.

"Alright, take your time to look around." Uncle Dai nodded. It was clear he understood Song Yumei's identity, treating her with unusual courtesy.

Summer felt a bit downcast: "Wife Meimei, did you come all this way just to read books"

"If you don't like reading, you can go out and wander around. I'll call you when I leave," said Song Yumei without lifting her head.

Summer indeed didn't enjoy reading because he had read too many books in the past, mostly ancient texts, which made him feel dizzy upon seeing a room full of them. Thus, after standing there for some time, he decided to go out and get some fresh air first, letting Wife Meimei take her time.

"Wife Meimei, I'll go out to play for a while, call me if you need anything!" Summer told Song Yumei before stepping outside.

Song Yumei casually responded; her mind was fully engrossed in these ancient texts.

Instead, Uncle Dai looked at Xia Tian with a slightly surprised expression. He hadn’t expected that Miss Song already had a boyfriend—he previously thought this person was some kind of bodyguard or subordinate to Song Yumei.

After leaving the library tower, Xia Tian wandered aimlessly on the antique street. However, after wandering around for a while, he found it boring as well; he really didn’t have any interest in these things. This made him wonder why Song Yumei would like antiques so much

"Sir, sir, can you help me" Xia Tian was idly standing by the roadside when he suddenly heard a voice with an urgent plea behind him.

Xia Tian turned around and saw a middle-aged man with messy hair and a scruffy beard. He wore faded jeans and a T-shirt stained with sweat, looking quite haggard overall.

"Sir, can you help me" The haggard-looking middle-aged man spoke again.n the world, endure being repeatedly intimidated by women"Of course not." Yixiao Yin shook her head. "Actually, I wanted to cooperate with you.""Cooperate with me" Summer was even more displeased. "If...