My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 911 Treasure Theft
She was tilting her head to the side, whispering to the museum curator with a raspy and alluring voice, brimming with femininity,
and her appearance was extremely stunning, with a sharp delicate chin like finely carved jade, a plump pink little mouth as tender and moist as cherry blossoms, a tall and straight nose, skin white as snow, and a head of waist-length luscious black hair that casually draped over her shoulders, exuding a lazy charm that was slightly provocative.
Even with sunglasses on, it was impossible to conceal the fact that she was a beautiful and exquisite Eastern woman.
Ye Lu’s heart skipped a beat; an odd intuition made her take several more glances at this woman, who seemed entirely out of place in the museum. Could she simply be a regular visitor?
Those people also noticed Ye Lu and her son. The bodyguards immediately tensed up, their sharp and penetrating gazes shot over as if they were cautiously searching for something, but seeing that it was a pregnant woman and a child, dressed like ordinary tourists, they quickly averted their eyes.
Ye Lu’s heart thudded even more, but then she heard the Eastern woman’s clear and beautiful voice softly speak.
"Curator, I am very interested in some of the exhibits in your museum and would like to collect them. I hope you can name a price. I know you are a private museum and are able to sell some antiques. I am willing to offer a satisfactory price!"
Ye Lu was surprised. Was this woman a collector?
She had come to the museum to buy collectibles, which was not that strange. Many private collectors liked to scour small museums for treasures, collecting antiques whose value had been buried.
The curator nodded. "We do indeed accept transactions. A portion of the proceeds is used for the maintenance of the museum operations, and the larger part is donated to the International Children’s Fund. Which items have caught your eye?"
The woman curled her lips into a smile, the sunglasses reflecting a glimmer of light as she scrutinized the art pieces behind the glass cabinet.
Ye Lu’s heart suddenly lurched with anxiety because she realized that the antique with the secret sent to her by Hua Lunxi was also among those on display.
The woman pointed to a piece of Western Asian porcelain, expressing her desire to collect it.
The curator immediately shook his head. "I’m afraid not, some items in our museum were privately donated and come with agreements that they can’t be sold."
"That’s truly a pity," said the woman, her tone melancholic yet pleasing to the ear.
Ye Lu’s anxiety eased only when she realized that the porcelain was next to a lacquered box with gold carvings—the secret antique owned by her father.
The woman’s fingers, painted with vermilion nail polish, glided over the tempered glass cabinet as she casually spoke, "Please point out which ones can’t be sold, so I don’t end up choosing another one I like but can’t buy."
The curator immediately indicated several items that were not for sale, including that black box. The woman’s gaze lingered on the box for a second before moving on.
Afterward, she selected a few items and went with the curator to the back of the museum to write up the transaction contract.
Seeing them leave, Ye Lu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, went over to the row of antiques, and looked at the lacquered black box, which seemed nothing special, probably just a relic with a few hundred years of history.
It was indeed unexpected that this object was the location of a huge secret.
"What is this?" Ye Yuan asked curiously.
"Nothing, just a box. Let’s go," Ye Lu said, pulling him downstairs.
Just as they descended one floor, suddenly all the lights in the museum went out at once, plunging the museum into a half-lit, half-dark eerie light.
Ye Lu’s heart pounded fiercely, a sense of danger surged up inside her, and she dared not breathe loudly.
