“What is this?” Yan Qiu finally noticed there was a small chain in Lu Beicheng’s palm.

His eyes flickered, and he said with a grin, “A bracelet? Don’t tell me you wanted to give it to Jiu’er and got turned down?”

Only Yan Qiu would dare joke around like this in front of Lu Beicheng.

The two of them had known each other for over twenty years, and Yan Qiu had been by his side for over a decade.

From friends, to superior and subordinate, and back to friends again—in truth, outside of official matters, Yan Qiu was one of the very few friends he had.

Lu Beicheng said nothing, wanting to put the chain away.

But Yan Qiu was quick-eyed and quick-handed, snatching the chain away before he could.

“This thing… surely not, as a gift for a girl? No wonder she didn’t want it.”

The style… couldn’t even really be called a style anymore—worn and shabby, with a small lock as the pendant in the middle, looking very, very old.

The pattern, the craftsmanship, didn’t look like something from this era at all.

“An antique?” He looked at Lu Beicheng, his face full of confusion.

Wow, giving an antique—that would require a girl with real taste to appreciate it.

Zhen Jiu’er was just a little girl. How would she understand something like that?

No wonder she’d turned it down.

Lu Beicheng glanced sideways at him before taking the chain back and putting it away.

“Did she really turn you down?” It was clear Lu Beicheng’s mood wasn’t particularly good, and Yan Qiu wheeled him back toward the campsite.

“In this world, the only girl who could possibly turn down you, Young Master Lu, is probably that Zhen Jiu’er. You…”

“Shut up!” Lu Beicheng’s tone turned icy.

“Fine, I won’t bring up your sore spot. But still, next time don’t give her an antique like that—she might not appreciate it. Next time let me pick something for you…”

“The first time I had that dream, I picked it up on my way out.” Lu Beicheng nearly rolled his eyes at him.

This bastard, could his mouth ever stop running?

“Picked it up? But it really does look like a genuine antique.” Who would just toss something this valuable on the ground for Young Master Jiu to pick up?

On his way out?

That made it even stranger.

“Are you saying it was at the front door of the villa?” It was halfway up the mountain—who would bring an antique like that up there?

Besides, in that area, only Young Master Jiu’s own villa stood; no other unrelated people lived there.

Could it have been left by a servant or a security guard at the villa?

Lu Beicheng pressed his lips thin, and finally said flatly, “The door of my room.”

“Are you kidding me!”

But Lu Beicheng didn’t look like he was joking at all.

He tapped his wheelchair and left on his own, leaving Yan Qiu alone by the riverside.

Not joking—then it really was… right at his bedroom door?

Unbelievable!

“Hey, wait… did you ask the servants? Who left it there? Someone careless enough not to realize an antique like this might be worth a fortune, dropping it just like that?

Still, knowing Young Master Jiu’s way of doing things, he wouldn’t have failed to investigate.

Could it be that even after investigating, no one had admitted to it?

The first time he had that dream, and there was an antique right at the door… wow! How mysterious!

“Hey, hey… Young Master Jiu, can’t you tell me a bit more? This is just too incredible! Could this chain have something to do with Ying’an City too? Young Master Jiu… hey! Wait for me!”

…That night, the dream that had vanished for several days suddenly latched onto Lu Beicheng once more.

It was still that same girl, standing in a vast expanse of white, still calling out to him.

“What exactly are you calling me?”

Lu Beicheng wanted to go to her, but his legs felt as heavy as a thousand pounds—he couldn’t take even half a step.

What exactly was she calling?