Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

Wu Xie hesitated for a long time, and finally closed his eyes, made up his mind, and used the fat man who was not at the scene as an excuse.

"It's Fatty. He said he wanted to marry Yuncai and asked us to keep it a secret from her, saying he wanted to give her a big surprise.

Hanyan, it’s not that we didn’t tell you alone. Xiaobai, Aning, and Xiuxiu don’t know about it.

We didn’t tell anyone because we thought you girls were so close and what would happen if you let something slip? ”

Zhang Hanyan looked at the serious Wu Xie, and an unfounded thought quietly came to her mind.

She was just thinking about it. If she wanted to verify her guess, she needed to see it with her own eyes and hear it with her own ears.

"Then what are you looking for the little brother for? He doesn't understand these things at all."

"Um... I'm not desperate, I thought the guy could come up with an idea, right? I won't talk to you anymore, we're leaving first, bye."

Wu Xie didn't dare to look directly into Zhang Hanyan's inquiring gaze, and chose to flee directly, hurriedly meeting up with Zhang Qiling who was standing in the corner.

"What did you say to Yanyan? Did she think much about it?"

Zhang Qiling looked at the breathless Wu Xie and felt that his plan had been leaked by Wu Xie.

Wu Xie stood against the wall, thinking back to what had just happened. Under Zhang Qiling's gaze, he waved his hands with a firm look.

"Don't worry, little brother. I guarantee that Han Yan didn't find out anything. Let's go. Fatty is still waiting for us in the store."

He pushed Zhang Qiling forward, and they both turned and left, neither noticing the branches and leaves swaying slightly beside the flower bed beside them.

Zhang Hanyan put on an invisibility talisman and quietly followed Zhang Qiling and Wu Xie to Wushanju. She stood in the corner of the shop and listened to their conversation.

"Little brother, please tell me their names and I will write them down one by one."

Zhang Qiling ignored Wu Xie's urging. He turned his head and looked at the corner of the antique shelf. There was no one in the corner, but he could always feel a familiar gaze.

The moment he looked at Zhang Hanyan, her heart suddenly tightened and she almost bumped into the antique shelf next to her where the vases were placed.

She calmed her flustered mind, withdrew her gaze from him, and looked away aimlessly until he looked away.

"Little brother, what are you looking at? Those things on the shelf are all worthless things, nothing to see."

Wu Xie followed Zhang Qiling's line of sight and could only see the antique vases placed on the antique display shelf.

Zhang Qiling's eyes moved around and finally stopped on a wooden sign. On the sign was written: If it's fake, you have to compensate the boss.

He turned his gaze and looked at Wu Xie, a hint of smile hidden in his usually indifferent eyes.

"all fake."

"Everything is fake?"

Wu Xie looked puzzled. He thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out what Zhang Qiling meant.

Seeing his puzzled look, the fat man patted his shoulder helplessly and pointed at the wooden sign hanging next to the antique shelf.

Wu Xie turned his head to look at the six big words on the wooden sign, and recalled what Zhang Qiling said, and his face immediately turned red.

"Wang Meng, take that sign away from me immediately!"

"Okay boss, I'll get it right away."

Wang Meng hurriedly stood up from his seat, took down the wooden sign and threw it into the drawer. His movements were so quick that it took barely a minute.

From the moment he stood up from the chair and took down the wooden sign, to the moment he took down the sign and threw it into the drawer, he did not dare to look at Wu Xie's inky black face at all.

Zhang Hanyan walked quietly behind Wu Xie and watched him write down the names of Zhang family members one by one on a blank piece of paper.

Next to the notebook, an opened, blank invitation card caught her sight.

There were two golden butterflies fluttering in the air on the inside of the invitation. She looked closely and found that the pattern of the butterflies was exactly the same as the mark she had created.

From the moment she saw the golden butterfly, everything that Zhang Qiling had been hiding from her all these days became clear.

Brother... is planning my wedding with Wu Xie and the others... But, I...

Zhang Hanyan looked at Zhang Qiling who was sitting next to her. Thinking of her predetermined ending, her heart seemed to be churning like a sharp knife, and the pain made her unable to breathe.

Brother...what should I do? What should I do? I don't have time anymore. I can't wait for the wedding you carefully planned...

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears in her eyes, and watched Zhang Qiling pick up a brush and solemnly write the three words "Zhang Yecheng" at the beginning of a blank invitation.

Zhang Qiling wrote his and Zhang Hanyan's names stroke by stroke, with a serious look on his face, as if what was placed before him was not an invitation, but the most difficult mechanism to crack in the world.

"Brother, this Zhang Yecheng is your and Han Yan's master, right? Don't worry, I will deliver this invitation to your master as quickly as possible."

Zhang Qiling put down the brush and looked at Wu Xie in confusion. He really couldn't think of what the fastest method Wu Xie was talking about was.

Wu Xie saw his confusion, and immediately took out his cell phone proudly in front of him and dialed Zhang Mo's number.

"Hey, Zhang Mo, talk to Xi Liu and ask me to borrow your helicopter. I want to send some invitations to Germany."

Zhang Mo on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time before handing the phone to Xi Liu who was writing at the desk.

"It's Wu Xie's call. He wants to borrow our helicopter to send the invitation to Germany."

Xiliu did not take the phone he handed over, and did not even raise her head. She only nodded slightly and spoke softly.

"Well, tell him to meet at the Wu family's old house in an hour."

Zhang Mo didn't need to convey Xi Liu's words. He turned on the speakerphone, and every word Xi Liu said could be heard by Wu Xie through the receiver.

"Then we'll see each other in an hour. Fatty and I will be waiting for you. Bye."

Wu Xie hung up the phone happily, and together with Fatty, he packed up all the invitations in an orderly manner and walked out of Wushanju together.

"Little brother, you go back first. When Fatty and I are undecided about something else, we will come back to you."

Zhang Qiling stood at the door of Wushanju, watching the two of them walk away side by side. He did not walk back until they disappeared from his sight.

Zhang Hanyan calmed down her agitated emotions and returned home before Zhang Qiling. She then lay down on the stone table in the pavilion, pretending to be asleep.

Three minutes later, he pushed the door open, walked quietly to her side, picked her up gently, and walked slowly up to the second floor.

Just as he was about to put her down from her deep sleep, she opened her eyes and woke up, looking at his face with a smile.

"Hey bro, why are you back so late today? The sun is almost at its zenith. Are you hungry? I'll go make dinner."

"You take a rest, I'll do it, wait for me here."

Zhang Qiling gently put her down, gave her a brief and passionate kiss between her brows, then turned and walked out of the bedroom as she smiled coquettishly.

The moment the door was closed, the smile on her face disappeared instantly, replaced by a look of sadness and misery.

Zhang Hanyan sat motionless beside the bed, staring at the sunlight shining through the window onto the gauze curtains.

From the first day she came into this world to the present, every scene of her interactions with Zhang Qiling appeared clearly in her mind.

At this moment, the idea of ​​not wanting to leave gradually became firm and slowly eroded her wavering heart.