"Song ge, how much is this? It looks really expensive."
On the second floor of the villa, there was a display cabinet filled with exhibits for decoration.
Girls tend to fancy pretty things.
At this moment, Zhao Xiaoya had her eye on a necklace, which was quite valuable.
Song Rongxuan immediately recognized the necklace as one that had once been displayed in the national museum. It was said to be crafted from some kind of crystal stone, though he wasn't sure of the specifics.
All he knew was that it was very expensive.
"If you like it, take it. In terms of relationships, he's your cousin's son. You can call him younger brother. It doesn't seem inappropriate for an older sister to take something from her younger brother."
Hearing Song Rongxuan's words, Zhao Xiaoya felt there was no problem with it. She nodded and put it around her neck.
The sapphire as an embellishment made her skin appear as fair as snow, looking beautiful and graceful.
"Huh? There's a saber here too. It looks like a battle saber. Could he be a soldier? But soldiers shouldn't have this much money, right?"
Zhao Xiaoya spotted a standard-issue saber in the cabinet, her brow furrowed in confusion.
It was indeed a battle saber, but it was a retired one. To be precise, it was from ten years ago, from the Qilin Army era.
It was no longer useful and was even rusty, only holding commemorative value.
Song Rongxuan glanced at it, shook his head slightly, and said with a sigh, "It's too big to take. I think this one is nice."
What caught his eye was a medal, a medal made of pure gold.
This medal had a grand origin. It was an honor medal awarded during the 80th anniversary, directly presented by the Hall of Honor.
However, what was interesting was that this medal had already been publicly announced at the time. Logically, they should have recognized it.
It hadn't been long, awarded just last year.
The fact that he didn't recognize it was indeed peculiar.
"This is pure gold, right? It must be worth quite a bit. Quickly stuff it in!"
Zhao Xiaoya looked like a greedy money-grubber, as if golden light was shining from her eyes.
Song Ronghua quickly nodded and put it into his pocket.
He glanced at the other items, but they seemed unfamiliar, so he didn't touch them.
"There are more rooms here. Let's go take a look."
The adjacent room was Fang Cunxin's. It contained many personal belongings. After taking Fang Cunxin as a disciple, he had spent considerable effort setting up a boudoir for her.
If anyone's room in the entire villa held the most value, it would undoubtedly be Ye Longlin's. But if one were to talk about who had the most expensive room, it would definitely be Fang Cunxin's.
Fang Cunxin's room alone was twenty square meters. Within this twenty square meters, one wall was filled with figurines, dolls, and the like. This single wall was worth over a million yuan, with many limited edition figurines.
As soon as she entered the room, Zhao Xiaoya's eyes lit up.
"This… this… these are all limited editions! Oh my gosh, I want them all! Song ge, where's my bag? I want to pack them all…"
Meanwhile, downstairs, Ye Longlin returned first.
"Aunt Zhao."
Ye Longlin entered, took off his cloak, hung it on the hanger, washed his hands, and then sat on a stool to make dumplings.
Zhao Qian sighed and shook her head, "In our south, dumplings are eaten during the New Year. I heard that in the north, they eat dumplings for every festival. I don't know if it's true. I've never been there before."
Ye Longlin smiled slightly, "If you want to go, I can arrange it anytime. Don't worry about anything once we get there."
The north was his stronghold. He had operated there for many years, and a single word from him could intimidate an entire large family. The troublesome matters like those in the south simply didn't exist there.
Zhao Qian shook her head, "I was just saying that. If I go north, I won't have any relatives or friends. Besides, you're still in the south, so there's no need to go."
Ye Longlin pondered for a moment, "I have two courtyard houses in the capital. You can go anytime you wish. Also, I'll be returning to the capital myself soon. After all, my home is in the capital, and some matters need to be resolved. Moreover, my main base is also in the capital, so there's no reason not to go back."
Zhao Qian glanced at Mu Hanqi and asked with a smile, "Going back alone?"
If she hadn't looked at Mu Hanqi this way, Ye Longlin might not have thought much of it. But with that glance, Ye Longlin understood Aunt Zhao's intention.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly, "To be precise, her family is also in the capital. After all, she's from the former main lineage. She has to reclaim it, right? To be worthy of my status, she at least needs some confidence."
The implication was that to be his girlfriend, she first had to reclaim her position as the head of the family.
Upon hearing this, Mu Hanqi's eyes lit up, "Are you serious?"
Ye Longlin nodded.
He wasn't sure if these words were true, though.
"I'll go tell my dad right away. The plan can begin."
Ye Longlin: "???"
So you guys had already planned to reclaim it? That's a loss…
At this moment, Zhao Xiaoya and Song Ronghua, who had come down from upstairs, walked directly towards the door.
"Auntie, our teacher called us back to school for something. We're leaving now and won't be eating. We'll come next time."
Zhao Xiaoya, having done something wrong, wanted to slip away quickly. It would be troublesome if she were discovered.
Zhao Siyu looked up and immediately frowned. Since Zhao Qian was facing away from them, she didn't see the bulging bag.
"Alright, then you…"
Before she could finish speaking, she was coldly interrupted by Zhao Siyu.
Slapping the table, Zhao Siyu stood up, walked in front of them, and said coldly, "After you take out what doesn't belong to you, you can leave."
"Taking without permission is stealing. Do you really think I don't know what you two are plotting?"
Zhao Siyu's personality was almost identical to Zhao Qian's. Although she was an adopted child, her disposition was exactly the same.
"What are you talking about, Siyu jie? What are you saying about stealing? I didn't do anything."
Zhao Xiaoya pretended to be confused, but her evasive eyes betrayed her true feelings.
Song Ronghua guessed that the person sitting on the stool quietly making dumplings was likely the true owner of this villa.
One could tell from his exceptional demeanor.
"I said, put it down!"
"This is not your home. No one will pay for your mistakes, and no one thinks you are a child. You are already an adult and should be responsible for your actions."
"If… you don't understand etiquette, I can teach you what is right and wrong."
However, Song Ronghua impudently said to the table, "What kind of hospitality is this? Let's go, Xiaoya. We'll never come to this shabby place again."