When something like this happens, the only option is to call for rescue. Yu Xiaoduo called Bai Ji and explained the situation. Bai Ji simply told him to wait right there and that she would send a car to pick them up.
Before long, a Toyota Alphard pulled up, driven by the scar-faced man.
After getting out, the scar-faced man called out to Gu Wan’er, “Miss Gu, Mr. Bai sent me to pick you up.”
“Thank you.”
When the scar-faced man glanced at Yu Xiaoduo, his gaze carried a hint of disdain—he even remembered seeing him at the Gu Corporation that day.
Gu Wan’er pursed her lips and didn’t say anything, but Yu Xiaoduo was thoroughly annoyed. This scar-faced guy—I’ll have to find a chance to mess with him.
Five minutes later, they arrived at the front gate of Shengde Estate. Two ten-meter-wide iron gates were tightly shut, with security personnel standing on both sides, black earpieces hooked over their ears. As the car approached, they seemed to murmur a few words into their microphones.
Two of them walked over with handheld scanners and made a full circuit around the vehicle. Gu Wan’er found this highly intriguing and glanced at Yu Xiaoduo beside her. He looked remarkably calm—definitely an act.
The scar-faced man handed over the prepared pass. The security guard glanced at it, then looked at the two in the back seat, and said respectfully, “Good evening. Please enter.”
The scar-faced man grunted in acknowledgment and drove into the estate.
Gu Wan’er whispered, “Don’t you think security is extremely tight here?”
“People who’ve done a lot of bad things tend to be like this,” Yu Xiaoduo murmured. Looks like some unknown big-shot lives here.
“No way—did we just walk into a bandits’ den?”
“Very possible. But with Sister Bai around, don’t worry.” Yu Xiaoduo patted Gu Wan’er on the shoulder. Looks like you, Miss Heiress, haven’t seen much of the dark side yet.
The estate was enormous. Even at night, gardeners could still be seen trimming the plants. It took two or three minutes of driving before they pulled up beside a four-story western-style building. Yu Xiaoduo felt the place had some history to it.
Gu Wan’er nudged Yu Xiaoduo’s shoulder. “Look, Second Sis is over there striking a pose.”
Yu Xiaoduo looked over and saw Ye Shishi leaning against her bright-red supercar. But what caught him off guard was that tonight, she too was wearing a high-slit black dress, with one long, slender leg partially exposed. Second Sis really knows how to put on a show.
To be honest, Ye Shishi in women’s clothing actually had a certain flair. No wonder even Gu Wan’er, a woman herself, wanted a taste—taming a wild horse like that would definitely be a thrill.
“Tsk tsk, someone can’t take their eyes off a pretty girl,” Gu Wan’er teased. She just looked down on us earlier, and now you’re staring with such interest.
“This is called knowing your enemy. Let’s get out.”
“Such a convenient excuse.”
At that moment, Ye Shishi was actually very uncomfortable—all because of the dress she was wearing. Sister Bai had explicitly stressed today that she couldn’t dress like she used to; she had to be formal.
Let this end quickly so I can change. These high heels are killing me.
But seeing Yu Xiaoduo and Gu Wan’er get out of the car made her feel a bit better—after all, she had just “won” one round against them.
“Well, if it isn’t Second Sis. You’re here early,” Gu Wan’er immediately started teasing, putting on an air of superiority despite having lost earlier.
Yu Xiaoduo silently praised Gu Wan’er—that “Second Sis” was pure gold.
Ye Shishi knew exactly what “Second Sis” implied. It was like a fishbone stuck in her throat—annoying and hard to swallow.
Yu Xiaoduo said with a straight face, “Second Sis truly looks stunning today. This dress suits you perfectly.”
“How can you say that about Second Sis? Isn’t it perfectly normal for her to wear women’s clothing?”
“Oh my, I almost forgot Second Sis is a girl. Hehehe~”
Hearing Yu Xiaoduo’s laugh, Gu Wan’er felt her scalp tingle. If that were me, I’d be furious enough to explode.
The two went back and forth, and Ye Shishi replied coldly, “Next time, drive a better car. And don’t get too cocky.” With that, she turned and walked up the steps—and nearly twisted her ankle.
Yu Xiaoduo called out helpfully, “Second Sis, want me to get you some flats?”
Ye Shishi stiffened, turned back to glare at Yu Xiaoduo, and then continued up the stairs.
As Ye Shishi disappeared from sight, Gu Wan’er chuckled quietly, “That felt great. Did you see how deflated she looked? And she had the nerve to mock us.”
Yu Xiaoduo mused that this must be what they call “women making things difficult for women.”
“Come over and help me up,” Yu Xiaoduo said, careful on the steps—his thigh still hurt whenever he put weight on it.
Thankfully Ye Shishi didn’t see that, or her mouth definitely wouldn’t have let them off easy.
Once inside, the decor was obscenely lavish. Every painting on the wall was worth no less than ten million. Precious blue-and-white porcelain sat in corners, and there was a set of dragon-patterned sofas made from Huanghuali wood. Judging by the craftsmanship, that set alone had to be worth tens of millions.
And it wasn’t just the sofas—the floor itself seemed to be made of Huanghuali as well. That was basically like walking on gold.
And this was just one reception hall. How many rooms like this were there in this four-story building?
Even Gu Wan’er couldn’t help but marvel. Her own family collected many valuable treasures, but this kind of in-your-face extravagance—lining them up like this—still left her utterly stunned.
Even Yu Xiaoduo, who had seen his fair share of the world, was blown away. Only a nouveau riche could pull something like this off. Any single piece taken out would be priceless, and there were even countless antiques.
Just then, a maid walked over carrying a golden tray. On it sat three golden, tripod-shaped teacups—exquisitely crafted and inlaid with pearls. They didn’t look like ordinary items.
“Distinguished guests, please have some tea.” The maid had excellent poise, her every move radiating professional etiquette. All three families had servants at home, but none as polished as this one.
Ye Shishi also studied the three cups curiously. These look like antiques—don’t they?
“Don’t know what they are, do you?” Yu Xiaoduo chuckled from the side.
Ye Shishi glanced at him and asked flatly, “Does Chief Gu have any insight?”
The real Gu Wan’er was sitting right next to Yu Xiaoduo. Does he actually know?
Wait—this guy’s showing off again. He’s definitely setting Ye Shishi up. Good for him—he really doesn’t let any chance slip by.
“Insight? I wouldn’t dare. But do you know what these are called?” Yu Xiaoduo countered.
Ye Shishi truly couldn’t name them. She bit her red lips and said, “I’m afraid I can’t tell. Please enlighten me, Miss Gu.”
“If I’m not mistaken, these three cups should be called the ‘Jin’ou Yonggu’ cups,” Yu Xiaoduo said with a slight smile, radiating confidence—at least Gu Wan’er was convinced.
Both women looked surprised, their beautiful eyes turning back to the cups. Jin’ou Yonggu—that was an imperial drinking vessel reserved exclusively for emperors.
Ye Shishi frowned and asked, “Are you really that sure?”
“Take a look at the design. The outer walls are fully engraved with intricate flowers, with pearls and sapphires at the center of the blooms. There are dragon-shaped handles on both sides, each with a pearl on the dragon’s head. The three legs are all in the form of elephant heads—with long trunks, curled tusks, and jewel-inlaid eyes. They’re absolutely exquisite. I once saw a set at a museum,” Yu Xiaoduo said, picking one up and examining it closely.
