An Xia's head was stuck in the relic box.

"Don't move. These are all my family's things. Who gave you the courage? You are thieves, all thieves!"

The childish words seemed righteous, and the boy who blocked the door was about four or five years old. He wore a white shirt and a pair of pants, with a bow tie around his neck. He looked like a Young Master from Shanghai.

With round black eyes, he put his hands on the waist, looking like he was about to start a fight. And his small mouth pouted high, inexplicably making him cuter.

"Who... who is this?"

One person asked, and someone answered, "He is the Young Master of the Yu Family, Yu Shuyi. When we went to the archaeological team for cultural relics, he kicked and bit us. He is simply a devil."

No wonder!

Children were all very self-centered. The tomb was excavated by the archaeology team organized by the Yu Family, so Yu Shuyi naturally took them as his own property.

An Xia listened to the conversation. She had completely lost others' attention. No one cared if she was lying on the ground. She felt sad and struggled to raise her head.

"Pfft-"

A mouthful of sand.

"Ahem."

Something seemed to slide down her throat.

An Xia clutched her neck and drooped her tongue, looking extremely painful. She didn't care about her image at all. She clenched her fists and quickly wiped the corners of her mouth.

"Young Master, let's go home! If you want antiques, there are still a lot at home. These are all junk stuff just to broaden their horizons..."

The big man in black, who seemed to be a bodyguard, stepped over An Xia's 'corpse' and went straight to Yu Shuyi, looking very hamble.

An Xia was speechless. Where did this naughty boy come from? He was so rude and unreasonable!

"Hey, brat, do you think you can do whatever you want just because you are cute? Where are your parents?" An Xia spat out two mouthfuls of sand and stood up, glaring at Yu Shuyi.

"It's none of your business, old woman!"

Yu Shuyi glared at her, and An Xia's face turned green.

She was only twenty-five years old. Although not a beauty who toppled cities, she was pleasing to the eye. Why did he call her an old woman?

"Kid, I don't mind educating you on behalf of your parents. I want to teach you how to write the word 'polite'!" An Xia sneered, narrowed her eyes, and rubbed her palms. She was very confident in dealing with a little brat and could throw him out of the museum like a chicken.

"How dare you!" Yu Shuyi shouted imposingly.

"Young Master..." When seeing this, the bodyguard quickly said to Yu Shuyi in a whisper. Yu Shuyi's clean and fair little face changed expressions again and again. At last, there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

After hearing the bodyguard's words, he nodded, raised his chin and nose at An Xia, and said, "Unruly woman. I'll be back!"

Unruly Woman? Who was unruly?

An Xia rolled her eyes and didn't argue with the little brat. However, Yu Shuyi walked past her and stepped on the already broken relic box.

"Click-"

It broke apart.

"Little Li, take good care of my Wangcai. Go to the nearest pet hospital and buy some fluffy toys for it..."

Yu Shuyi made out soft sounds as he walked away indifferently. An Xia looked down at the relics under her feet and felt hopeless.

What the hell was this!

"An Xia! An Xia, what do you want me to say? The only silk book we've applied for was broken just like that. What do you want us to display about the theme this time? You?"

In the office, An Xia lowered her head and endured the scolding and spittle from the curator Chu Xiangrong. A tide of grievance in her heart almost drowned her.

At that time, she wanted to hold a small box for fear of accidents.

Who knew that Yu Shuyi would come and knock her into a mess. There was nothing left in the box that contained the silk book except for sand and foam paper. The little silk book had probably shattered into ashes.

That was an accident. No matter what, it could not be blamed on her.

But the curator said, "If you had stood steadily, how could you fall? If you had fallen with your back on the ground, how could the box be broken?"

"I won't scold you. It's a waste of feelings. You will be suspended for a week from today! Don't even think about this month's bonus!" Seeing that she was neither humble nor arrogant, Chu Xiangrong found his reprimand rather boring. He waved his hand, looking disappointed.

"Sorry." An Xia said in a low voice as she lowered her head and looked at her toes.

It was not up to her to decide, and she did not want to argue anymore.

That little bastard, if she were to meet him again, she would definitely break his legs!

Bad luck!

Bad luck!!

On the way home, An Xis kept complaining, as depressed as a deflated ball.

She graduated majoring in history and was very interested in antique research. It was not easy for her to get her mentor's recommendation to work in the museum. The cultural relics were all treasures. Any mistake could cost her her job.

Back at the rented house, she took off her high heels and plunged into her own room. An Xia threw her bag at the bed and lay on the bed feeling hopeless.

"My life is so difficult!" She wailed as if it could make her feel better.

"Meow..."

Suddenly, she heard a soft cat sound. She took her bag beside the bed, in which a fluffy head came out with blue eyes.

Stunned, An Xia saw the cat come out of the bag and stretch its limbs and water-like body.