Fu Miaoxue seemed to ponder this: “Hmm… that’s true, we are friends…”

She gave Bai Youwei a nod and said decisively: “Alright, you come with me too.”

The bedroom door closed. Fu Miaoxue, electric whip in one hand and Du Lai’s leash in the other, walked into the walk-in closet.

Bai Youwei had been wondering what they were going in there for—was she really going to dress her “dog” in a new outfit?

Then Fu Miaoxue opened one of the wardrobe doors—

The back panel of the wardrobe was a large mirror.

Fu Miaoxue led Du Lai inside, then beckoned to Bai Youwei: “Come on.”

Bai Youwei curled her lip and stepped into the narrow space. She was still puzzling over it when she watched Fu Miaoxue run her hands across the mirror, touching something she couldn’t quite see—and then Fu Miaoxue slowly pushed the great mirror open!

Behind the mirror was an elevator!

“That’s well hidden…” Bai Youwei stared wide-eyed.

Fu Miaoxue smiled with satisfaction. “Of course it is. With a background like our family’s, when we truly want to hide something, we’re not going to make it easy for people to find.”

She entered a code on the panel inside the elevator, then verified her fingerprint, and after clearing all the procedures, the elevator at last began to slowly descend—

There were no indicator lights, and Bai Youwei had no idea how many floors they were going down. She couldn’t help asking: “Where are we going?”

“To the treasure vault.” Fu Miaoxue smiled, glancing at Du Lai. “Isn’t someone here who’s been dying to find the treasure vault? Well—now I’m taking you inside. You may pick any one item in there as a gift from me.”

She then turned to Bai Youwei with a warm smile: “You may pick one too.”

Bai Youwei blinked. “Thank you… but the things in the treasure vault—they must all belong to your grandfather? Giving them to us… is that really alright?”

Fu Miaoxue replied haughtily: “My grandfather said that everything inside belongs to me and I may dispose of it however I please.”

Du Lai said coldly: “If I can pick any item I like, then I’ll take the classified file. Complete the mission and collect the payment.”

“Complete the mission, and all you’ll get is your own death.” Fu Miaoxue turned to look at him, her expression somewhere between a smile and a smirk. “No one who goes up against my grandfather lives to tell about it. You staying alive would only be a liability to whoever hired you from behind the scenes—you understand? You’ll come to realize, sooner or later, how much luckier you are compared to your fellow operatives.”

“Is that so.” Du Lai said sardonically. “Then I really ought to thank you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the elevator came to a stop.

Outside was pitch black.

Fu Miaoxue led them forward and pressed a switch on the wall. Lights came on one by one, illuminating the entire treasure vault until it blazed with brightness!

When Bai Youwei saw clearly what was arranged inside the room, she was instantly struck speechless with astonishment.

Even Du Lai was stopped cold by the sight before him.

This place was nothing less than a miniature museum!

Jewels, mineral specimens, clocks, sculptures, fossils, taxidermy—all manner of extraordinarily rare display pieces filled the space, and the most staggering of all was the walls! The walls were hung floor to ceiling with famous paintings, any single one of which could fetch an astronomical sum at auction!

Bai Youwei genuinely had to admit defeat. Every single item in here was worth far more than gold or silver, and who knew how long Fu Miaoxue’s grandfather had spent amassing a collection of such breadth and scale!

She had originally intended to stick close to Fu Miaoxue and Du Lai to track how the dream was progressing at all times, but the “museum” before her was simply too staggering, and she found herself involuntarily slowing her pace to look around in careful appreciation.

She came to a stop before a sculpture of a young girl.

The piece was called *The Little Dancer Aged Fourteen*—a famous sculpture by the Impressionist Edgar Degas. She had seen photographs of it in art books before, never imagining she would encounter the real thing here.

Bai Youwei was filled with quiet wonder.

Just then, the Venus stone sculpture beside her seemed to come alive, swaying and shuffling toward her!

The sight was so uncanny that Bai Youwei was startled before she could stop herself! It wasn’t until she saw Venus “waving” at her—

But isn’t the Venus de Milo missing her arms?

Bai Youwei froze, and then, belatedly, she realized: the severed hand had slipped out of her bag at some point and had climbed right up onto the Venus!

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Bai Youwei fumed, reaching out and giving it a smack!

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