"Sis, don’t be a fool. Besides the stuff inside that house, Qin Zhonghui and his wife must have earned a ton of money over the past year. Otherwise, how could they afford to go to North City? But since they’re still your relatives, we won’t take too much. If the antiques are worth enough, we won’t even touch their cash."

Feng Lan was already on bad terms with her sister-in-law, Su Yun, and she didn’t have much of a conscience to begin with. After a moment of thought, she said, "Forget everything else, I just want Su Yun’s jewelry!"

"You got it. I’ll get her jewelry for you, Sis!"

"So, do we make our move now?"

"Not yet. They just went to bed and aren’t sound asleep. Let’s wait another hour. Once they’re out cold, we’ll make our move."

The thought of getting her hands on Su Yun’s jewelry made Feng Lan excited too. Even in the middle of the night, she wasn’t the least bit tired.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Qin Jiao brought Xiao Shi into her space. She told him, "Things might get chaotic later, and there’s no telling if they’ll do something desperate. So, I want you to stay in here and don’t come out."

"Okay." Xiao Shi nodded obediently and held up the book in his hands. "I’ll read in here and wait for you. You have to be careful too, Sis."

Qin Jiao nodded. "There’s a bed and blankets inside. If you get sleepy, just go to sleep. I’ll come back for you later."

"I’m not sleeping. I’ll wait for you!"

After giving her instructions, Qin Jiao left the space. Without turning on the lights, she stood by the window and watched two flashlights bobbing in the distance. A moment later, the beams of light began to creep stealthily toward their house.

’They’re finally here.’

Feng Dayong and Feng Lan crept one after the other to the low wall outside Qin Jiao’s house. Feng Dayong had planned to have his sister, Feng Lan, stand watch, but she couldn’t stop thinking about Su Yun’s jewelry. She whispered, "Don’t worry. Qin Zhonghui and his wife are total pushovers. Especially Qin Zhonghui—he thinks everyone in the world is a good person and would never believe someone might rob them. And even though that girl Qin Jiao is supposedly tough, she’s still just a little brat. I could knock her flat with one slap, so there’s no need for a lookout. We’d be better off just grabbing the stuff and getting out of here fast."

Feng Dayong considered it and figured she had a point. Besides, he was the expert when it came to this sort of thing. If they were discovered, he could just threaten them a bit. After all, he had a knife tucked in his pocket.

So he nodded, climbed onto the wall, and jumped down into the yard.

Feng Lan lacked her brother’s agility. She was lazy and out of shape, all flab and no muscle. In the end, Feng Dayong had to jump in, open the gate from the inside, and let her in.

At some point, the moon disappeared behind dark clouds, plunging the small courtyard into complete darkness.

Feng Lan followed Feng Dayong as they crept toward the door, one behind the other. Suddenly, Feng Dayong let out a sharp, muffled curse. "Shit! Who the hell leaves a mousetrap here!"

He was lucky to have reacted so quickly, or it would’ve nearly snapped his toes off!

Feng Lan felt a brief wave of relief that she was walking behind him. But then she bumped into a nearby flowerpot. As she took two steps and reached out to steady herself, she stepped right on another mousetrap!

Feng Lan wasn’t nearly as quick as her brother, Feng Dayong, and the trap snapped shut solidly on her foot. She was about to scream, but in the next instant, Feng Dayong clamped a hand tightly over her mouth.

"Sis! Don’t you dare scream! You’ll wake everyone up!"

Feng Lan had never felt such pain in her life. Tears streamed down her face, but with her mouth clamped shut, all she could do was nod tearfully.

Frowning, Feng Dayong wrenched the mousetrap open and tossed it aside. Only then did Feng Lan dare to let out a short wail. "My foot is broken! It’s definitely broken!"