This is an anti-theft seal

Fang Xia muttered, while opening the box. The white jade dragon ring inside was shining with a hazy and cold luster like a fog and moon under the reflection of the window light.

When in the tea room, Fang Xia only felt that this was an antique jade ring with a long history, but now she felt that the jade ring was incredibly beautiful, with an attraction that made people want to hold it in their hands and carefully observe and play with it. Fang Xia stared at the jade ring for a moment, and then followed this idea and reached out to take the jade ring out of the square box. It was a cool and gentle feeling. He raised the jade ring and let the light from the window shine completely on the jade ring. You can see that the whole jade ring was integrated and flawless. Fang Xia stared at the jade ring obsessively, and his thumb rubbed the texture on one end of the dragon. Suddenly, a tingling pain in his fingertips. Fang Xia shook his hand and threw the jade ring out of his hand reflexively.

"Hiss--" Fen fingers connected to the heart, Fang Xia gasped in pain, and suddenly woke up from his swaying state. He looked closely and saw that he had just stroked the Jade Juelong's right thumb, and blood was oozing from his fingertips, which soon accumulated into water droplets, and there was a tendency to flow down.

However, before I could take a closer look at the wound, Fang Xia found that his hands were empty, as if something was missing.

"Wait! Where is the jade ring?"

As soon as he said that, Fang Xia's memory was instantly regained. When he recalled the neatness of throwing the jade ring just now, he immediately felt cold sweat - if he threw it out like this, he wouldn't have fallen into four petals, right? That was the Geng family's heirloom, and it was an antique. It was really broken and he couldn't afford to sell his two kidneys!

Thinking of this, Fang Xiaren had already jumped up from the bed. He didn't care about the wound on his hand, threw the empty square box on the bed, stuffed his bloody thumb into his mouth and sucked it lightly, then lay on the ground, and began to look for the jade ring in the direction he threw it out.

Fortunately, the layout of the room was simple and generous, and there were no corners. Fang Xia quickly found a jade ring near the corner of the wall near the bathroom. The jade ring was still in a whole piece, and it was not tragically broken. Fang Xia picked up the jade ring, held it in his hand, and carefully checked it several times, confirming that except for the dragon's position, there were no cracks on it, and there were no corners that were knocked off, so she breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps it was because she had supported the blessing of the wooden floor. If she replaced it with a brick and stone floor, the corners might have been broken - in short, thank the wooden floor for protecting the jade!

Fang Xia took the blood-stained jade ring to the bathroom to clean it, but the more she washed it, the more she felt strange it was. Although the dragon of the jade ring was carved, he now carefully explored it and found that both the patterns and corners were smooth and flat, and there was no sharp place. Looking at the wound on his thumb, it looked like it was cut by a sharp weapon like a blade, and it was the kind of knife that was extremely neat, with a slender and flat crack and deep into the flesh. Not to mention that the jade ring was so smooth that it could not cut through the skin at all, even if there were any sharp gaps, the wound caused would never be so flat.

"Damn it, it's really evil..." Fang Xia complained like this. In fact, he never believed in the saying of the strange power of the gods, so his guess about the origin of the wound quickly turned to a more realistic direction. Maybe he was scratched elsewhere. He didn't show up at that time, but when he was holding the jade ring, he only found it when he pressed the wound. When he was tidying up the paper, he often had his hands cut by the page. He didn't notice it at that time, and only then did he find the wound. This kind of guess makes sense, but in fact, he still couldn't stand it. The wound was scratched by the page was very shallow and even bleeding. With his thumb, the depth of the wound that was bleeding profusely, it was normal that he should react on the spot when the injury was injured.

Fang Xia was not too confused, even though he had some blood, but after all, he was only a little bit of skin injury on his finger. If he had to find out such trivial matters, he had already struggled to death. Wouldn't normal people do this?

The washed jade ring was dried, put it back into the square box of rosewood, and put it in the drawer of the bedside table. Then he took a few tissues and wrapped the wound for a while, and then he ignored it if he couldn't get bleeding.

In the evening, Mrs. Geng was in poor health and had dinner early and had to rest. Uncle Tong, the housekeeper, and the liaison officer, Cheng Dong, have not come back yet, and it is said that she will not be able to come back tomorrow morning. Therefore, Fang Xia ate dinner with Wang Ke and Aunt Chen. Aunt Chen is a woman over fifty years old. She looks a little blessed. She is a kind person with a talkative personality and easy to get along with. Fang Xia ate quite happily in the first meal at the Geng family.

After dinner, there was no activity. Aunt Chen washed the dishes and went back to the room to rest. Wang Ke was not a good chat and play, so Fang Xia had to choose to go back to the room to watch TV.

After taking a shower, Fang Xia lay on the bed and turned on the TV to kill time. This point was far from Fang Xia's sleep time, but I don't know if he was tired of running around on the road today or if he was too comfortable to take a hot bath. After lying in bed for less than half an hour, Fang Xia fell asleep in a daze.

However, Fang Xia did not sleep well and dreamed all night long until she was woken up by the phone call from Wang Ke. Wang Ke came to urge Fang Xia to go downstairs to have breakfast. Today, she arranged for Fang Xia to enter the family tree to worship her ancestors. If the people from the Geng family branch were later, they would come to the old house.

After hanging up the phone, he took a look at the time on his phone. It was almost eight o'clock. No wonder Wang Ke called to urge him. He always had a daily clock on time, and he woke up at around seven o'clock every day, and his sleep quality has always been good. But this sleep not only overslept, but also had extremely poor sleep quality, with dry eyes and swollen mind. Could it be that he subconsciously disgusted with the Geng family that had a soft pillow on the big bed, but he didn't sleep well? Fang Xia sat up from the bed, pressed his painful forehead, and then got up to wash the bathroom, and then recovered from a poor sleep state.

After tidying up himself, Fang Xia was about to go downstairs. But before going out, he turned around inadvertently and saw the square box of rosewood on the bedside table. He paused with the door handle, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes. He remembered that after putting the jade ring back yesterday, he put the square box into the drawer. Why was it on the bedside table? Could it be that he remembered it wrong? Fang Xia was confused for a moment. It must be that he remembered it wrong. No one had entered his room, and the square box had no hands and feet. Can he crawl out of the drawer by himself?

Fang Xia stood at the door, hesitated for a moment when he looked at the square box, then turned his feet and turned back to the room. He took out the jade ring from the square box, hung it on his neck, and hid it in his clothes. The jade ring Geng Wenqiu handed it over to him for safekeeping. It was of great value. He couldn't afford to lose it, but it was more secure to carry it with him.
Chapter completed!