Chapter 87: She’s My Brother’s Girlfriend!

Lin Beifan and Song Yuqing walked ahead, hand in hand, looking like a perfect match.

Meanwhile, Angkor and Liu Ma walked behind them, also holding hands…

But they looked more like a mother and son than a couple!

Angkor tried to pull his hand away, but Liu Ma wouldn't let go. Feeling helpless, he said, "Sister Liu, can you let go? People are watching!"

Liu Ma pouted and whined playfully, "Before, you called me 'baby.' But now that you've got me, you're calling me 'Sister Liu'? I hate it!"

Angkor: Oof.

"Didn't you ask me to call you Sister Liu?"

"That was back in the office. I felt a bit shy, so I asked you to call me that! But now, it's just us—go back to the old way and call me… 'baby' again!"

Angkor: Oof~

"But President Lin is right in front of us!"

At that moment, Lin Beifan turned his head and smirked. "Brother Wu, call her whatever you want. Don't mind my feelings!"

Angkor: "..."

"Xiao Wu, hurry up and say it! If you don't, I'll get angry!" Liu Ma insisted.

Angkor: Oof~

Seeing Angkor's distress, Lin Beifan and Song Yuqing stepped ahead to give them some space. Then, they stopped at a street vendor's stall.

Song Yuqing's eyes fell on a pair of delicate bronze wine cups. They had an antique charm, and she was tempted to buy them.

Sensing an opportunity, the vendor immediately started his pitch. "Miss, you have excellent taste! These bronze wine cups date back to the Western Zhou Dynasty. They were used by married couples during ceremonies and symbolize happiness and a long, harmonious marriage. Since you're my first customer today, I'll give you a lucky price—88,000 yuan!"

However, Song Yuqing hesitated. She had heard that most of the antiques sold here were fakes meant to deceive tourists.

Just as she was contemplating, Angkor stepped in. "Boss, you must be joking! If these were really from the Western Zhou Dynasty, they wouldn't be worth just 88,000 yuan. You'd have to add at least three more zeros to that price!"

The vendor's expression didn't change. He smoothly adjusted his story, "Well… these aren't actually from the Western Zhou Dynasty. They're from the Ming Dynasty, about 500 years ago! Skilled craftsmen back then imitated the Western Zhou style. So, they're still antiques! 88,000 yuan is reasonable, isn't it?"

Angkor let out a soft chuckle. "Boss, you sure know how to spin a tale! But let me correct you—these aren't from the Western Zhou Dynasty, or the Eastern Zhou Dynasty either. They're from last week! Straight from a wholesale market! They've just been artificially aged. The actual cost? No more than 10 yuan! And yet, you're selling them for 88,000? That's daylight robbery!"

The vendor's expression finally changed. "…Little brother, you're sharp. Alright, I won't trick a fellow expert. 50 yuan for the pair, take it or leave it. I still need to make a small profit, after all!"

Song Yuqing smiled and paid without hesitation. She liked the design, and 50 yuan was a small price to pay.

Lin Beifan glanced at Angkor with admiration and gave him a thumbs-up. "Brother Wu, you even knew these were from last week? Impressive! I definitely made the right choice bringing you along!"

Angkor was thrilled but remained humble. "You flatter me, President Lin. It was nothing!"

Even Liu Ma looked at him with newfound admiration. "Xiao Wu, you're amazing! I adore you even more now!"

Angkor: Vomit.

With Angkor's expertise, they continued browsing.

Time and again, he effortlessly exposed fakes, saved Lin Beifan and Song Yuqing from being scammed, and showcased his deep knowledge of antiques.

Lin Beifan was thoroughly impressed. "Good job, Brother Wu! You really know your stuff!"

Seeing that he had built enough credibility, Angkor seized the opportunity. "President Lin, you won't find genuine antiques at street stalls. Everything out here is fake, meant to deceive unsuspecting buyers."

Lin Beifan nodded. "So, we have to visit an actual antique shop?"

Angkor shook his head again. "Even in shops, most of the items are fake! The real treasures are hidden away. They won't just show them to anyone. You have to prove your expertise first. Only then will they bring out the valuable pieces. Even seasoned experts sometimes get tricked in this business!"

Song Yuqing sighed. "The antique industry really is full of deception."

Lin Beifan smiled. "Good thing we have Brother Wu with us!"

He then pointed at a nearby shop. "That one looks promising. Let's start there."

Angkor's heart skipped a beat. That was his shop—run by his best friend, Fatty Wang.

This was perfect. No need to lead them there with an excuse.

In no time, they stepped inside the antique store.

A tall, chubby young man came out to greet them.

"Welcome! Feel free to take a look—"

Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Because standing before him…

Was his best friend, Angkor…

Holding hands with an old woman!

Not just any old woman—she was over 50, plump, and dressed in bright, mismatched clothes!

Fatty Wang was utterly bewildered.

Since when did my bro start dating older women?

And this woman… was blushing? Smiling sweetly? Looking at Angkor with adoration?

What the hell was going on?!

Meanwhile, Angkor felt like he was experiencing social death in real-time.

His best friend witnessing this? It was beyond embarrassing.

Desperate, he whispered, "Sister Liu, please let go of my hand. I need to focus on work now!"

Liu Ma refused, sulking, "I don't wanna~"

Angkor: Oof~

Fatty Wang: Oof~

Angkor cleared his throat and shot Fatty Wang a look—Stay professional, don't mess this up!

Fatty Wang immediately put on his business smile. "Ahem… Welcome, esteemed guests! Whether you're looking for antique collectibles or rare cultural relics, you've come to the right place. Our store carries only the finest pieces!"

However, his gaze kept drifting back to Angkor and Liu Ma.

At that moment, Lin Beifan casually pointed at Liu Ma and asked, "What about her?"

Fatty Wang looked confused. "Huh?"

Lin Beifan grinned. "She's my brother's girlfriend!"

Fatty Wang: Cough cough!

Angkor: Cough cough!