Chapter 29: Ears Red with Embarrassment 

She told the man to put his clothes on, and sure enough, he quickly picked them up and put them on as if he were relieved. 

With his back to her, his ears were flushed red. 

Xia Li thought he was upset and timidly said, “Remember what I just said about those two areas; they’re inflamed and shouldn’t get wet. You shouldn’t take a shower for the next few days.” 

After a moment, the man mumbled a response. 

Xia Li glanced at him and silently tidied up the used cotton balls before going out. 

The man quickly turned his head to sneak a glance at her, letting out a heavy sigh. 

A look of anger mixed with confusion appeared on his sharply defined face. 

He pressed his lips tight and lowered his head, looking down anxiously as he paced back and forth, seemingly tugging at his clothes to cover something. 

His breathing was also heavy, and he didn’t know why his ears felt as if they were on fire, flushed red. 

The entire evening, the man sulked silently, feeling awkward. 

He hurriedly darted back to his small room, looking flustered as if he were being chased by a ghost. 

Xia Li turned and looked at him in confusion, wondering if he was still angry. 

Before going to bed, she put away the seven-star grass, preparing to dry it again tomorrow. The temperature during the day was just right for drying herbs, and one more day’s exposure would suffice. 

The countryside was quiet, and a cat strolled across the roof beam, meowing lazily as it dangled its tail. 

Meanwhile, in a nearby town to Shinianzi Village. 

Outside a narrow, dim alley, the sound of the man’s slow footsteps was heard. 

In the shadowy light of the streetlights, Wei Tianhong’s glasses glinted, revealing an excited and dream-like expression. 

Zhao had asked him to notify him to come by tonight quickly, likely because he had discovered something good. 

Such matters had to be kept from prying eyes. He patiently waited from dawn until dark, hurrying over at a steady pace. 

What era was that bowl from? 

The older, the better; he had heard Zhao say that porcelain from a certain dynasty had become priceless. Not long ago in the capital, one was discovered, and a certain individual secretly acquired it, worth more than he could ever dream! 

Standing in the pitch-dark night, the scenery outside was obscure and indistinct. 

Wei Tianhong raised his head and gazed upward, feeling an unexpected certainty within. 

It seemed he had already anticipated that the unremarkable old porcelain bowl was indeed from that dynasty; there was no doubt about it! 

As for that girl Xia Li? Her figure briefly flashed across his mind, filled with excitement and imagination. 

Such an item wouldn’t be able to bring out its true value in her hands. 

She was just a timid little village girl with little knowledge; even if this item fell into her hands and was sold for a good amount, it would definitely just be swindled away by her greedy uncle and aunt. 

And what would she use the money for anyway? 

At most, she would be like those shallow city girls, buying pretty clothes and jewelry, adorning herself in gold and silver to satisfy her material desires, and then saving a substantial dowry to marry some man. 

That would be such a waste of the value of this treasure. 

If it were him, he would make the most of its value, using the money to generate more wealth, and even create something far more meaningful than mere riches! 

He couldn’t wait; when he earned enough money in the future, he would find a reason to pay her back completely. 

The more Wei Tianhong thought, the more he felt he was correct, a determined smile forming at the corners of his lips. 

Successful people aren’t bound by trivialities. 

His associate, Brother Zhao, had been in this line of work for a while and had experience. He had heard that there were some unusual antiques he wanted to appraise for authenticity, so he readily accepted and offered to take it to a certain contact of his. 

The streetlights flickered dimly, intermittently brightening and going out; there were hardly any pedestrians around at this hour, giving the atmosphere a dark and eerie feel. 

Wei Tianhong patiently paced back and forth, occasionally glancing into the alley. 

He frowned again, considering whether offering Brother Zhao a share of the good find might be too generous. 

If it were worth a thousand bucks, that meant a hundred needed to be shared. 

What if it were worth ten thousand? That would be a thousand! 

And what if… what if it were worth even more than ten thousand? 

As Wei Tianhong pondered this, his breathing quickened, his handsome face tightly biting down to suppress a surge of joy. 

His intuition had always been accurate. 

The light behind his glasses flickered clearly, dreamlike, exuding a sense of imminent significance.