Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 450: Seventh Miss

The skinny old man’s forehead veins bulged: "You old thief, shut up, what are you up to? Don’t try to tempt me, I’m already on my last legs, I won’t go stealing with you anymore."

Yang Qianshou chuckled coldly: "I’m not asking you to steal. I want your granddaughter to return those three landscape paintings. They’re my grandson-in-law’s friend’s stuff, they’re too heavy to move."

Yang Qianshou was speaking in code; "too heavy to move" means they’re kin-related belongings, not to be touched.

The skinny old man’s small eyes darted around, gleaming with cunning. Without saying a word, he stood up and left.

Yang Qianshou didn’t stop him, just hummed a tune and snacked on peanuts.

Less than two minutes later, the skinny old man came back, looking furious: "My granddaughter never listens to me. I can’t do anything about her. How about I help you steal some more valuable paintings?"

Yang Qianshou said angrily: "I don’t care, I just want the paintings. Otherwise, you won’t get a drop of liquor."

The skinny old man sighed, pointed at his empty cup, and looked eagerly at Yang Qianshou: "Old Hand, can you pour me another cup?"

Yang Qianshou snapped: "There’s none left. Each cup you drink is one less for me. If you drink and don’t act, my grandson-in-law will come after me. What am I supposed to say?"

The skinny old man’s eyes turned, and he asked doubtfully: "Where does your granddaughter have a grandson-in-law?"

"Why not? My granddaughter is a cop, not a thief. Of course she can find a husband, unlike your granddaughter."

Hearing this, the skinny old man’s forehead veins bulged: "Old Hand, what did you say? What’s wrong with my granddaughter being a thief? Aren’t we all thieves? Don’t act so high and mighty; you’re the one who taught me to steal."

Yang Qianshou fell silent, and the small restaurant suddenly felt eerily quiet, with only the river wind howling in.

Suddenly, a crisp voice came from outside the restaurant: "Grandpa, what are you doing drinking here in the middle of the night? Didn’t fall into a trap, did you?"

A pretty girl with a tall, slender figure, arms covered in tattoos, and braided hair walked into the restaurant; she was beautiful with a hint of wildness.

Seeing the girl come in, Yang Qianshou’s eyes squinted into a line, a smile appeared on his face: "Hey hey, you’ve become even prettier and taller, Seventh Girl. Have you scored some good loot recently? Remember, that loot belongs to my grandson-in-law’s friend, hands off."

Seventh Girl ignored Yang Qianshou, with coquettish eyes, she quickly sat down beside the skinny old man. She found a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder and started eating without courtesy.

"Grandpa Qianshou, so it’s you. I thought someone had set a trap for my grandpa."

Seventh Girl’s fair, slender hands turned slightly, revealing a white jade cup in her palm, which she placed in front of herself.

She smiled brightly, glancing at the empty cups in front of herself and her grandpa, her voice as sweet as honey: "Grandpa Qianshou, be generous and pour a cup for me and grandpa. Once I have good liquor, I’ll pay you back kindly."

Yang Qianshou gritted his teeth, looking reluctant, and carefully took out a bottle of Maotai from behind him, filling the empty cups of the skinny old man and Seventh Girl.

Seventh Girl raised her cup with a smile: "Grandpa Qianshou, let’s toast together."

The skinny old man and Yang Qianshou also raised their cups: "Hehe, cheers."

The three of them drank their wine, their faces full of enjoyment and surprise.

Seventh Girl extended three slender, red-nail-tipped fingers. Her hands were as fair as scallion stalks, brightly colorful.

Staring at Seventh Girl’s fingers, Yang Qianshou shook his head fiercely, a look of hatred on his face.

Seventh Girl glanced at her grandpa, full of disdain, but still kept her three fingers up, shaking them in front of Yang Qianshou.

Yang Qianshou looked like he was about to go crazy, clutching the liquor bottle tightly as if it were his life. In the end, he shook his head with finality.

Seventh Girl stood up suddenly, eyebrows raised: "Grandpa, let’s go, nothing to talk about."

Hearing Seventh Girl say they were leaving, Yang Qianshou immediately softened, nodded reluctantly with a mournful expression.

Seventh Girl’s charming face broke into a shrewd smile, her voice sweet as honey: "Grandpa Qianshou, pour us another cup."

Yang Qianshou helplessly complied. He might ignore the skinny old man, but Seventh Girl was like a granddaughter to him, calling out "Grandpa," leaving him no choice.

He continued to pour a cup for the skinny old man and Seventh Girl: "First bring the paintings here. One hand gives the paintings, one hand gives the liquor."

The skinny old man looked pitifully at his granddaughter, Seventh Girl. Seventh Girl disdainfully glared at Yang Qianshou: "Alright, I’ll go get the paintings in a while. How’s Jenny doing lately?"

"She’s been busy to death, that’s what police work is, busy."

Seventh Girl’s eyes softened, widened with curiosity and excitement: "What’s her boyfriend like? Any photos to show me?"

Hearing Seventh Girl bring up his grandson-in-law, Yang Qianshou looked proud: "That grandson-in-law of mine is handsome and dashing, also a CEO of a big company, loaded with money. The wine you’re drinking is from him."

The skinny old man’s eyes flashed with a hint of jealousy: "They’re not married yet, so he’s not your grandson-in-law."

Seventh Girl flitted out of the small restaurant like the wind and returned shortly, handing a painting cylinder to Yang Qianshou: "Grandpa Qianshou, here are those three paintings. They’re quite good, I liked them. Who would have thought they’d belong to your grandson-in-law’s friend? If I had known they were your relatives’, I wouldn’t have touched them."

Yang Qianshou checked the paintings inside the cylinder, each stamped with Su Xinyun’s seal. They were the paintings Xu Xiangbei found. His old face bore a trace of praise: "Seventh Girl, you’re the only successor of our old thieving sect. I heard you even stole the ’Nine Cats Painting,’ impressive."

"I didn’t leave a single clue behind."

The skinny old man’s face also showed a trace of pride: "You old ghost, you questioned my granddaughter. You know Seventh Girl is our only successor."

Yang Qianshou sighed softly: "Well, I was just teasing you, I care for Seventh Girl too. She’s the last successor of our old thieving sect. Honestly, I didn’t want Jenny to be a cop; after all, police and thieves don’t mix, but what can I do? Everyone has their ambitions. I’ll send some liquor over to you later."

Yang Qianshou hummed a tune, clutching the liquor bottle tightly in his arms, slung the painting cylinder over his shoulder, and walked back along the riverside path to his small alleyway.

In the alleyway, Xu Xiangbei was still anxiously waiting. Suddenly, he heard faint footsteps in the alley, but the direction of the footsteps puzzled him, causing him to hide behind the door.

Because those footsteps didn’t come from the ground, but from the rooftop of the small alley houses. An ordinary person wouldn’t hear such faint footsteps.

Someone who could walk on the crisp tiles of the rooftop, as if it were flat ground, was definitely not an ordinary person.