Chapter 253

"The room next door is the child's room; he was also affected by this cheongsam," Shu Xia said.

Grandfather Ding was clearly shocked.

He did not react for a long time.

The cheongsam was a gift from his youngest son...

"The person who made this cheongsam intended to use it to harm others. Over the past hundred years, many have worn it, and many have died at its hands. What Dingnainai and the child saw in their dreams must have been people who once wore this cheongsam," Shu Xia said with a complex expression.

Zhong Nainai once said that there has never been a shortage of people with malicious intent in this world.

To harbor malicious intent means to harbor desires.

Therefore...

She thought of Grandfather Ding's youngest son, Dinghui, who had just entered.

What followed was Grandfather Ding's family business.

"How should this cheongsam be disposed of?" Qiao Muting asked.

Shu Xia looked at Qiao Muting, "Burn it with a fierce fire."

"Good... good." Grandfather Ding's face turned pale, as if he had aged significantly in an instant, losing the vigor he had just a moment ago.

But having experienced the storms of life, and now being an old man with one foot in the grave, he was able to pull himself together quickly.

A few minutes later, Shu Xia and Qiao Muting left the Ding residence.

On the way back to Xinghai Villa, Shu Xia voiced her concerns: "Grandfather Ding's youngest son, Dinghui, most likely knows what is fishy about this cheongsam."

Qiao Muting's eyes were deep and reserved; with his distinguished temperament, he gave a soft hum, "The families in Jing City are not that simple; there are many hidden malicious intentions behind them. Are you scared?"

"No, I was just thinking that there are many lives lost on that cheongsam." Now, whenever Shu Xia thought of that cheongsam, she couldn't help but see the patterns and pearls of the garment appear before her eyes.

It was exquisite and magnificent, colorful and varied.

Anyone who wore it would feel that it set off their figure perfectly.

Looking at Shu Xia, who had a heavy expression, the man's pupils were as deep as the night.

His gaze fell right upon the Copper Coin Red Rope on her wrist.

"Ding Lao will handle this matter properly, don't worry," Qiao Muting said in a gentle voice.

Zhang Tezhu drove quietly and didn't say anything along the way, but seeing his boss's attitude toward Shu Xia now, he was very shocked, despite his expressionless face.

Didn't the boss say he didn't like Shu Xia?

Why does it look like his boss has fallen for Shu Xia now?

Qiao Nainai suddenly called.

Shu Xia answered immediately.

"Xia Xia, your Grandfather Ding told us about it; that cheongsam is too terrifying. Grandma also has a cheongsam, said to be left over from the Republic of China era, and it has been kept very well. It was a gift from an old friend, and I don't know if there will be any problems." Qiao Nainai was clearly frightened.

At their age, there are few people around them they can trust, yet those they can trust might be plotting to harm them; it really is no different from a strike to the heart.

Shu Xia comforted her in a soft voice: "Don't worry, Grandma. There are no such messy things in the Laozhai. In the future, if anyone gives you anything else, Grandma, you can just put it in the storeroom. When I return to the Laozhai, I will take a look at everything together. Grandma, you have me!"

"Good, good, good, I'm just an old fool! Grandma has Xia Xia, what is there to be afraid of!" After Qiao Nainai finished speaking, she couldn't help but laugh while lying on the bed.

Shu Xia couldn't help but laugh along, her brows curved as she said to the phone, "That's right, Grandma has me."

After finishing the call with Qiao Nainai, she noticed Qiao Muting was looking at her.

There was something inexplicable in those eyes that she couldn't understand.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Then she met his pitch-black, bottomless pupils.

"Nothing." Qiao Muting stared at Shu Xia for a few seconds, his gaze pausing on her red lips before he shifted his eyes to look out the car window.

Shu Xia felt Qiao Muting's attitude was a bit strange.

Unpredictable.

Hot one moment, cold the next.

She couldn't figure it out, so she stopped thinking about it and looked out of the car.

At this moment, it was exactly ten o'clock at night, and there were far fewer cars on the road.

The night under the streetlights carried a sense of tranquility.

Shu Xia felt sleepy.

She leaned against the car and fell into a light sleep again.

Qiao Muting glanced at Zhang Tezhu.