Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 451: Entangled in the Net

Xu Xiangbei had just hidden behind the door pillar when a small stone rolled off the roof into the courtyard, accompanied by the sound of a cat meowing.

Xiangbei chuckled silently to himself; although the sound was like a cat, it wasn’t a cat, a typical test with a thrown stone.

Just as Xiangbei had suspected, a petite figure jumped down from the roof, clad all in black, sneaking cautiously towards the house.

A cold smile tugged at Xiangbei’s lips; this black-clad person was the one who stole the painting from the museum, identical to the one in the surveillance footage in actions, height, and attire.

It’s true, searching high and low only to find it effortlessly; Xiangbei had even specially requested Yang Qianshou to find clues, but the painting thief had boldly come inside himself.

Footsteps drew nearer, and suddenly, Xiangbei dashed out, firmly striking the black-clad person’s chest with his finger.

Xiangbei paused briefly, feeling a cotton-like softness; the black-clad person was actually a girl.

No wonder his inner strength couldn’t penetrate her meridians; his finger had struck the wrong place.

Though the black-clad person had a covered face, her features were hidden, Xiangbei could imagine her face blushing red with embarrassment.

The black-clad person swung a slap, but Xiangbei caught her wrist in an instant, a thread of inner strength slid into her meridians nimbly like a loach.

The painting thief couldn’t move; as long as she moved, her whole body would sting like needles.

Xiangbei sneered coldly, pulling away the black mask from her face, only to pause again, surprised to see a clean, beautiful face beneath it, not much less alluring than Xiao Lin.

Xiangbei clicked his tongue in disbelief, what a pity that such a pretty girl had turned to thievery.

Her charming face crimson with blush, shy and slightly annoyed, yet helpless; she dared not move an inch as any movement would bring pain.

The girl was none other than the sole heir of the old theft clan, Old Field Mouse’s granddaughter, Seven Miss.

Capturing Seven Miss’s wrist, Xiangbei felt her wrist soft and sleek, a faint maidenly fragrance wafting over.

Xiangbei stared at Seven Miss with a mischievous smile; her black suit, a high-elastic tight fit, outlined her curvaceous figure completely.

Xiangbei questioned, "You’re so beautiful, why did you learn to be a thief?"

For the first time, Seven Miss found her wrist held, unable to move her entire body as if fixed, knowing Xiangbei employed a special technique.

If resistance was futile, then gentleness it would be.

Seven Miss’s face wore a sorrowful expression, her shoulders trembling slightly, as she began to sob, tears streaming like a forlorn blossom in rain.

"Brother, I had no choice, my grandfather has a terminal illness, I need to raise money for his treatment, but however much I bring to the hospital, it’s never enough. I have no real skills, working nights at bars where rich playboys always try to bully me. Not wanting their insult, I turned to stealing to sell items for money."

She shed real tears, amazed by her own acting ability, something not everyone could fake.

Unfortunately, Xiangbei wasn’t swayed, he coldly laughed, "Stealing to sell sounds pitiful, but the Nine Cat Painting you took is worth millions. Quit acting, your performance was not that convincing. Let’s see your hand come forward, stop pinching your thigh; each time you do, I see you tremble from the pain."

Exposed in her act, Seven Miss stopped crying, glaring hatefully at Xiangbei, "Who are you, why are you grabbing my hand, let me go, else I’ll cry harassment."

Seeing Seven Miss’s ample chest, Xiangbei swallowed, "Go ahead, call the cops and see if they’ll arrest you or me."

Frustration spread across Seven Miss’s delicate face, this rascal wasn’t falling for her tricks; she attempted to pull away but Xiangbei’s grip was like iron, immovable.

A failed plan called for another; she rolled her eyes and cheekily said, "Let me go, I need to use the bathroom. Surely, you won’t stop me from going, will you?"

Xiangbei remained unsympathetic, "Wet your pants for all I care, your tricks won’t work."

Just then, the wooden door creaked open; Yang Qianshou returned cheerfully, humming a tune. He was startled to see Xiangbei holding Seven Miss’s wrist in the room, "Seven Miss, what’s going on? How are you here?"

Xiangbei was surprised; Seven Miss knew Yang Qianshou well.

Seven Miss waved sweetly, "Hello, Grandfather Qianshou."

Yang Qianshou stared at Seven Miss, bewildered by her presence, then suddenly realizing, quickly he untied the painting tube from his shoulder to inspect it.

On arrival, the tube had three landscape paintings with Su Xinyun’s seal; now it held three blank sheets.

Yang Qianshou’s face turned livid, "Seven Miss, you fooled me too, where are the paintings you gave me?"

Seven Miss shrugged, unable to deny, she confessed, "Switched them; the paintings are with my grandpa."

"Both of you scoundrels, I trusted you completely, now you’ve conned me. Dressed like that when I wasn’t home, aiming to steal my liquor?"

Seven Miss nodded, not denying, even sticking a playful tongue out at Yang Qianshou.

Yang Qianshou gritted his teeth in anger, "Where’s your grandpa, that old rascal?"

"He’s at home admiring the Nine Cat Painting, call him if you want."

Xiangbei, aware of Seven Miss’s ties to Yang Qianshou, tied her wrists with bands to the doorpost.

Yang Qianshou sighed in relief, "Lucky my grandson-in-law was home, or I’d have been duped by this girl."

Upon hearing Yang Qianshou call Xiangbei grandson-in-law, Seven Miss’s eyes lit up, appraising Xiangbei; this was Jenny’s boyfriend? Indeed handsome, with unique skills. Jenny certainly had a keen eye.

Seven Miss and Yang Zhenni were childhood friends, heirs of the old theft clan, yet Yang Zhenni became a cop while Seven Miss stayed a thief.

They were inseparable young, even played swapping husbands; promised if one found a husband while the other hadn’t, they must share him.

Looking back, it was childish play, but Seven Miss truly felt a fondness for Xiangbei.

She winked flirtatiously, "Hey, handsome, is it true you’re a group CEO?"

Seven Miss’s seductive eyes carried immense power, a glance with electric allure, leaving Xiangbei itching with curiosity.