Chapter 111 - 20: Dead Love (Part 2)

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To catch a thief, first catch the king; to cheat someone, first cheat an official. Just about two weeks’ time, the news had spread throughout the official circles of Mo City. The leadership had made it clear: "No gifts shall be accepted for the holiday, except for Rafael Wine." Both the Fei Family father and son and Su Qingzhang thought it was a piece of inside information only they knew, but it had already been spread throughout Mo City by "those with ulterior motives". "Two million five hundred thousand," Su Qingzhang called out a bid. Upon hearing this, Mr. Fei clenched his teeth, "Three million." It struck like a thunderbolt; Fei Qing also showed a look of astonishment. The Su Family and the Fei Family had always had a fluctuating relationship; in public, the Fei Family had always given the Su Family three points of respect. "You’re still not wise enough. If you really wait until the Su Family and Hang Family join forces, it will be too late," Mr. Fei huffed. Onstage, Yan Wuxu’s almond eyes were wide open, clearly shocked by the bid. She couldn’t have imagined that the wine Su Ziceng asked her to carry could fetch such a high price. "Five million," Su Qingzhang announced as he put down his cane, already walking to the stage, leaving no room for Mr. Fei to counteroffer. This bid of five million, like a muffled thunder landing, stunned the auctioneer and Chang’s mother and daughter. The guests present were all dumbfounded, and the media frantically pressed the shutters, capturing Su Qingzhang and Yan Wuxu with her frozen smile into the frame. Watching the person approaching the stage. This is a middle-aged man who cannot yet be described as aging, lacking a slack beer belly and the unkemptness of neglect; he is like no other middle-aged man Yan Wuxu has ever met—compared to Su Qingzhang at this moment. Her eyes were veiled with a layer of admiring mist, creating a hazy beauty. It wasn’t until Su Qingzhang stood beside her and took the wine tray from her hands that she had been holding for quite some time, whispering: "Leave this to me." His voice was not as pleasant as Fei Qing’s, nor as rough as Boss Han’s, but had a rich resonance like that of fine liquor. Yan Wuxu looked down at the audience, feeling all eyes were focused on her, and a sense of being the center of attention spontaneously arose. She was also accepting everyone’s worship, with Su Qingzhang beside her as her king. Looking at Fei Qing’s inscrutable gaze, she felt an intense satisfaction within. In this dizzying moment, the several cases of wine behind her had become an inseparable part of her body, and this man who trampled on her dignity with money, even if he paid tenfold or a hundredfold today, could not exchange... for her. "Five million." Su Ziceng felt as if she were daydreaming, the amount equivalent to the total sum of her trust fund instantly elevated her to the peak of joy. Zhou Dagen was puzzled, "You still have the nerve to say that." After duping her own father like that, she could still be so gleeful; eventually, Su Qingzhang’s money would surely become the boss’s own. "That’s different, wool comes from the sheep, that’s true, but there are already people sharpening their knives for the sheep," Su Ziceng glanced towards Chang’s mother and daughter. Chang Mei’s expression was strange; she stared at the auction stage as if soulless, clutching her chest tightly as if to pull out her throbbing heart. No one knew her feelings at that moment, but from her protruding eyeballs and twisted face, it was apparent that she had witnessed the most horrifying sight in the world. In a snow-white floor-length dress, a fox fur shawl, Chang Mei felt as if she had returned to more than twenty years ago when she attended the wedding of Su Qingzhang and Qiao Chu. The woman who arrived in a travel-worn state, Ye Taina, was the one who snatched Su Qingzhang’s love as soon as she appeared. Ye Taina did so too, holding up the wine glass in the dazzling light, attracting everyone’s attention. The image of Yan Wuxu overlapped with that of Ye Taina, and their eyes were remarkably similar. At this moment, Su Qingzhang also suppressed his wildly racing heart. He had thought his love had died when Qiao Chu passed away. In his life, he had cherished Qiao Chu and was haunted by Ye Taina. These two completely different women, with the brilliance of the sun and moon, had dried up his love. And today, here he was, feeling his long-dead heart beginning to revive bit by bit. When Yan Wuxu left the stage, her too-long dress hem caught on her heel, causing her to slip, and immediately there was a hand on her arm. Without looking, she knew to whom these hands belonged. This man was the one who had elevated her to the spotlight on the high stage—the man Su Qingzhang. Su Qingzhang’s hand quickly let go, but the warmth of his fingers lingered on Yan Wuxu’s skin, and for many days after, Yan Wuxu could still feel the shiver it left behind. The wine was quickly carried away, and the next round of auction was about to start, but no one in the hall cared about what the next item up for auction was anymore. The contrasting images of red and white stood out like a splash of red plum in the snow, bringing warmth to this winter season ahead of time. "I’m feeling a bit unwell, I’ll head back first," Chang Mei, seeing Su Qingzhang leave his seat, no longer had the heart to watch. She instructed Chang Chi and then hurriedly left. Wine worth five million, even if used as gifts, would be considered an extravagant excess. Su Ziceng was clear that those cases of wine were definitely not worth that much; what made her curious was that Su Qingzhang would never make a losing deal. What made him price these cases of wine so high. After Chang Mei’s hasty departure, Su Ziceng also stood up immediately; the massive amount from the auction didn’t muddle her senses. She had never seen Chang Mei lose her composure like this before. Su Ziceng had a premonition that between Chang Mei and Su Qingzhang, a storm was about to rise. And at the center of that storm could very well be Yan Wuxu, whom she had brought here unwittingly. In contrast to the stuffy humidity of the auction hall, bursts of cold wind occasionally blew in at the door of the Subi Auction House. When Su Ziceng came out, she saw Chang Mei and Su Qingzhang in a dispute. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

Chapter 111 - 20: Dead Love (Part 2)

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