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The small apartment was eerily quiet, as if it were haunted at any moment.
Deng Ling and Liu Tingke sat at opposite ends of the living room. Deng Ling wore a frown, glaring fiercely at the stubborn Liu Tingke, who refused to leave.
She had merely gone to the antique street to browse for treasures, yet somehow ended up with an authentic Antique Old Man.
It turned out that Liu Tingke was a Xiucai from the Ming Zhengde Era. He had dozed off while using the restroom and woke up on the streets of this new era. According to him, Deng Ling looked exactly like his maid, Sha Xiu...
Deng Ling felt that she must have been too exhausted lately; her intelligence had apparently regressed to the point where she believed his story! Especially that nonsense about Sha Xiu—it had to be a fabrication he made up to cling to her! Now, how on earth could she get rid of him? Should she send him to the Academy as research material? Deng Ling was in turmoil, feeling both pained and conflicted.
Liu Tingke had pulled over a small stool and sat quietly by the balcony, gazing forlornly at the starry sky. It was hard to imagine this was a world hundreds of years into the future. He pondered silently how he had ended up here.
His original plans of going to the capital for exams and marrying were now nothing but dreams shattered into pieces. The feeling was truly... an indescribable mix of joy and sorrow.
After a long moment of contemplation, Liu Tingke turned his head and asked softly, “Do you know how to get back?”
“Jumping off a building, getting into an accident, rolling down the stairs—any of those would work,” Deng Ling replied dismissively, ignoring Liu Tingke's wide-eyed shock. “Or you could just spend another day in the restroom.”
She was angry; she was frustrated! Who could feel happy in such a situation?
Liu Tingke turned away, dismissing her words as nonsense. He thought that if he actually did any of those things, he would lose his life and have no chance of returning to the Ming Dynasty.
Suddenly, his gaze landed on something...
“Sha Xiu……”
“I told you my name is Deng Ling. If you get it wrong again, just get lost!”
“Is that vase the Early Ming Dynasty ’s?” Liu Tingke leaned closer to the vase, peering at it curiously. With a sigh of regret, he remarked, “It looks quite authentic, but what a pity—it’s a fake.” Xiucai Liu wore a face of frustration.
Early in the morning, Liu Tingke was already restless. “Deng Ling, I can’t get used to this outfit…”
Deng Ling’s face turned red instantly as she shouted, “You have to wear it even if you can’t get used to it! No wearing it means no food!”
She had painstakingly taught him from top to bottom, inside and out. If he still couldn’t manage… then he might as well go out naked; in any case, she didn’t want to teach him anymore. He had already said “men and women shouldn’t be too close,” so why was he still clinging to her?
If it weren’t for his exceptional ability to identify antiques, she would have kicked him out long ago!
Deng Ling hadn’t expected this seemingly ordinary and poor Xiucai to possess such impressive skills in antique appraisal… Well, his abilities were leagues ahead of her half-baked knowledge.
Seeing that time was running out, Deng Ling hurriedly stuffed two pieces of bread into Liu Tingke’s hands and dragged him toward the door, just in time to clock in.
As soon as she sat down at her desk, someone leaned over and asked ambiguously, “Where did you find this handsome guy?”
Deng Ling glanced at Liu Tingke. After helping him tidy up yesterday, he looked quite presentable—enough to attract the attention of naive girls. She replied, “I found an appraiser.”
“Wow, wow, Deng Ling! You wouldn’t be two-timing us, would you? Introduce me! What’s his name? What does he do? Is he single?”
Deng Ling thought to herself that it would be great if she could push him off onto someone else, so she said, “His name is Liu Tingke…”
Before she could finish her sentence, a cup of coffee splashed all over her face.
Deng Ling felt immense regret; if she had known, she would have just made up a random name. How could his parents have given him such a name?
Liu Tingke curiously surveyed the group of women, including Deng Ling, who were dressed rather "lightly." He couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief, wondering to himself: Are women from hundreds of years later really this… bold?
He quickly averted his gaze, silently chanting to himself: Don't look! Don't look!
Seeing Liu Tingke muttering to himself, Deng Ling poked him with her finger and said, “Come on, I brought you here for a reason.”
Feeling that he had eaten their food and stayed at their place, Liu Tingke thought he should contribute something, so he followed her into the office.
Qi Yang spotted Deng Ling and immediately rushed over to give her a big hug, then passionately kissed her lips. “Ling Ling, I knew you would help me.”
Deng Ling smiled and pointed at the stunned Liu Tingke. “This is him… What’s wrong?”
She noticed that Liu Tingke's expression seemed very… heartbroken?
“You are all so immoral! In broad daylight, under the clear sky, how can you engage in such lewd acts…”
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