Han Jingchen looked at his daughter and started to laugh, nodding his head, "Alright."
He had the intuition that Wanqing would definitely come to find the father and daughter, and moreover, the messages coming back from there were becoming clearer.
Seeing that it was getting late, the father and daughter finally bid each other good night and returned to their rooms.
This house was designed with a washroom when it was first built, and it has been well-maintained over the years, really convenient.
He Jinxuan came up to deliver a glass of milk, initially intending to say a few words to Xinyan, only to hear Han Jingchen’s bedroom door open, so she just said, "Drink the milk and sleep early."
Han Jingchen watched the person leave before closing his own door.
Xinyan naturally heard the noise, couldn’t help but shake her head and laugh, not caring about their affairs.
She closed the door properly, drank the milk, and directly entered the space.
These days, there hasn’t been any time to check the couple of boxes stored in the space; perhaps being here the first day, she felt no sleepiness at all, so she decided to find something to do.
She went straight to the underground warehouse in the space, where she had previously opened a box of silver coins and a box of silver ingots; upon opening the next few boxes one by one, she was simply blinded by the astonishing sight.
Among the remaining eighteen boxes, there were five boxes of gold bars, four boxes of various gold, silver, and jade ornaments, three boxes of silver ingots, three boxes of porcelain, and three boxes of paintings and calligraphy; she was truly rich now.
She didn’t know who stored these things there, thinking they must have put a lot of thought into it back then, and whether their descendants would come looking someday.
Looking at so many things, though granted by heaven, it was still external wealth, so she naturally couldn’t take it all greedily. She thought about taking out a part to give back to society after a few years to use it with peace of mind.
In her past life, she hadn’t seen so many good things, excitedly looking at this and touching that; it was very late before she left the space to sleep.
In another room, Han Jingchen felt he had overlooked something today, but couldn’t recall it after thinking for a long time. With the excitement of his daughter’s return, he didn’t sleep until very late.
The next day, just as dawn broke, the phone in the living room rang: "Hello, who’s there?"
Han Chunxue heard it was Su Jingsong: "Jingsong, it’s Han Chunxue. How are my Second Brother and niece doing?"
Su Jingsong glanced at the large clock on the cabinet: "It’s not even five-thirty yet, they went to bed late last night, and haven’t woken up yet."
Han Chunxue realized she was too anxious; there was a meeting at work last night, and it went on until late. After the meeting, seeing it was too late, she held back her urge to dial.
She actually woke up before five and stared at the phone for a long time, unsure of how to talk to her niece once it connected, afraid if her niece knew about the past, she might blame her.
If not for Second Brother’s repeated warnings, she probably would have bought the ticket and gone over already.
Listening to Su Jingsong, she finally reacted: "Jingsong, sorry, I’m too impatient, my mind isn’t working properly. Is Xinyan alright since she came back yesterday?"
Su Jingsong understood completely: "Miss was fine yesterday."
Han Chunxue listened: "That’s good, I’ll call later then, bye for now."