The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

"Sir, Madam, what would you like to drink? Here is our wine and tea menu."

"Give me a cup of green tea."

Pei Zigui didn't see the people downstairs. When he heard Jiang Ruoli ordering tea that he didn't like late at night, he stopped her.

"If you drink tea at this time, you won't be able to sleep at night."

Jiang Ruoli thought about it and felt that it made sense. "Then let's have matcha milk. Do you have any?"

The waiter nodded quickly, "Yes. Are there any requirements for the sweetness or temperature?"

Before the woman could speak, Pei Zigui beside her spoke first: "Give her sweet milk at room temperature."

The waiter was instructed to pay attention to these meticulous details with a cold and distant face, and he said, "I'm touched!"

As soon as the door of the private room was closed, Jiang Ruoli's mouth was raised high, as if it was as thick as a bottle of soy sauce.

"Why are you unhappy as soon as you get here? I see you keep looking down, do you want to go downstairs?"

"I won't go. I see someone is chasing you here."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Who else could it be?"

Following Jiang Ruoli's gaze, Pei Zigui finally saw Qin Yushan buried in the crowd. Coincidentally, she just looked up at the second floor, and at first glance she thought she was looking at Pei Zigui.

But in fact, from this angle, it was difficult for her to clearly see the people in the private room.

On the sofa, Pei Zigui hugged Jiang Ruoli into his arms. Seeing her little temper, he felt itchy for no reason and just thought she was cute.

"I finally know how you felt when you were jealous of Richard."

Wow, now I know his name is Richard, not William or Jackson.

Pei Zigui played with Jiang Ruoli's little hand and couldn't wait to explain: "I didn't know she was here too."

Jiang Ruoli hummed, feeling a tightness in his chest. Although he knew Pei Zigui had no other intentions, his strong possessiveness made him feel that his things were coveted, and he was very unhappy.

"You know she's interested in you, right?"

"I'm only interested in my wife."

"You know how possessive I am?"

Seeing the little girl deliberately grimacing and making faces, Pei Zigui couldn't help but pinch the soft flesh on her cheek and kiss her.

The cold voice smiled deeply: "Well, my money is yours, and my person is yours too. Is that enough to satisfy your possessiveness?"

Her possessiveness is at most just a jealous thing, how can it compare to his?

Even if other men looked at her for a second longer, he wanted to dig out the other man's eyes. He wished he could keep the girl by his side every day and tie her up with a diamond chain.

His deep eyes dimmed, and some indescribable emotions flashed across them.

"Then I'll use your card to buy two more paintings today. I saw this sculpture in the brochure and it seems pretty good. It's perfect for the garden if I buy it."

"As you please."

The auction started soon. There were some small items placed in the front to warm up the crowd. Jiang Ruoli was not very interested and simply bought a piece of calligraphy and the sculpture she mentioned.

When she bought the fountain-shaped sculpture for $1200 million, the guests downstairs gasped.

To be able to take a photo of this thing, you must be rich and live in a big enough house. Otherwise, who can easily fit this thing in their house?

"The next painting is by Zhili, a new and popular artist in the past two years, "Starry Rose". Her painting style is unique, peculiar yet gentle, and her unique painting style has been sought after by young collectors in the past two years."

The man who was playing with Jiang Ruoli's hair suddenly looked up and was attracted by the picture on the screen.

The tail of his eyebrows rose high and then fell, and when he saw the expression of the person in his arms, it seemed as if he confirmed something.

The people downstairs soon started bidding, and most of them were young men and women.

Pei Zigui pressed a button casually thrown on the sofa and called a number: "Five million."

Not only others, but even Jiang Ruoli gasped in surprise: "Five million? Zhili's paintings have basically been sold for around 300 million in recent years."

The man's lips curled slightly, "It seems you know her well?"

Jiang Ruoli's eyes wandered unnaturally, and he said ambiguously: "I heard that your price is too high."

"I like it. 50 million is not too much."

Pei Zigui's tone was as if if someone was really blind enough to snatch the money from him, he would really spend half a hundred million to buy a decorative painting by an emerging painter.

"Whatever, it's your money anyway." Jiang Ruoli pretended to roll her eyes, but the clear smile in her eyes revealed her joy at the moment.

How could she not be happy? Five million! Even if she deducted the commission for the auction house, she could still buy a nice bag with the money.

When she thought of this, her beautiful eyes curved into crescents and her beaming smile almost melted the room.

Pei Zigui, who saw through everything, teased her deliberately: "Are you very happy?"

Jiang Ruoli took a sip of matcha sweet milk, bit the straw and said incoherently: "It's okay, this painting can barely be hung in our restaurant."

"Mrs. Pei has the final say."

I thought no one would raise the price any higher, but unexpectedly someone downstairs raised a sign.

"Five million two hundred thousand."

Jiang Ruoli recognized at a glance that the person bidding was Qin Yushan.

Bah! What an unlucky number???

The young lady angrily picked up the bidding machine, ready to randomly bid up another 200,000 yuan, but unexpectedly, the man was faster than her.

His slender fingers took the bidding device from her hand and called out a number indifferently: "Eight million."

What? He directly raised the price of the item to 2.8 million for a starting price of 100,000.

The auctioneer on the stage was obviously very excited as well.

"Mr. Pei from Room 1 bid eight million. It seems he really likes this work. Everyone, is there anyone who wants to raise the price?"

It turned out to be Mr. Pei. Mr. Pei was the only one in Jiangcheng who could bid like that. No wonder he bought a fountain sculpture and took it home.

Who dares to compete with Mr. Pei for something? Money is another matter. What is more important is whether you want to gain a foothold in Jiangcheng in the future.

Pei Zigui looked at Jiang Ruoli, gently rubbed the back of the little girl's head, and said in a voice as gentle as jade: "Smile?"

Jiang Ruoli slapped his hand away and was about to say something when Qin Yushan raised the price again. However, she was obviously short of money and only offered 810 million.

Pei Zigui pouted his cheek, a small frown appeared between his eyebrows, and his eyes were full of impatience.

He looked at Jiang Ruoli and said half-jokingly, "It seems that I really have to spend 50 million to buy this painting."

Seeing that Pei Zigui seemed to really mean this, Jiang Ruoli hurriedly grabbed his arm.

"Don't shoot anymore, it's not worth it."

Only a fool would spend eight million to bid for this painting, even if she made it bit by bit. If she gave him a family price, she could buy three of his paintings with this money. It's better to let others paint with this money.

Pei Zigui stared at Jiang Ruoli with deep eyes, as if he wanted to read her heart through these beautiful eyes.

"Are you sure you don't want to?"

Perhaps it was too overbearing, but he hoped that all of Jiang Ruoli's paintings would be kept by him privately, no matter how much money it cost.

However, if the little fox doesn't like it, then forget it.

"Okay, forget it if you say so. Don't cry if you regret it."

Forget it, even if she really regretted it, he had a way to get the painting back.

But I didn’t expect that after the auction, the painting would actually be returned to me.