After my death, the Nanyang prince committed suicide for love

There was an uproar in the meeting hall.

Zhou Ying's poisonous gaze passed through the crowd and fell on Wen Jin.

Wen Jin curled his lips and raised the cup in his hand, which was somewhat provocative.

"Eleven million," Zhou Ying continued to bid with gritted teeth. The last time a painting from Shanshui Studio was auctioned, it only sold for 800 million, but Wen Jin directly raised the price to million!

Wen Jin became playful and continued to raise the price: "Fifteen million."

If she gets the painting later, she can just sell it. After all, it is her own painting, so she won't lose money!

As for Zhou Ying, she really didn't want anyone to have an easy time today.

One million plus one million, what about constipation?

"Are you serious? When the time comes to sell short, can you come up with the money?"

"Am I a poor bastard?" Wen Jin glanced at Li Hui.

How can she be worthy of participating in such an event when she can't even come up with more than 10 million?

"Boss Shen gave you the gold card?"

Wen Jin glanced at Li Hui slowly, looking at him as if he was an idiot.

"Seventeen million."

Zhou Ying continued to raise the price. If it weren't for Wen Jin, he would have been able to get it for 10 million yuan, but she was not a good person.

"Twenty million!" Wen Jin continued to raise the price, but the price she was raising was not for someone else, but for herself.

Once Chang Li's reputation spreads, won't his next painting easily sell for over 20 million?

How perfect! How cool is it to use other people's money to build momentum for yourself?

It’s the money of a fool like Zhou Ying. He bullied me a lot in his previous life.

If you seize the opportunity, you might as well make him bald?

Zhou Ying looked back, glared at Wen Jin viciously, and said with gritted teeth: "Twenty-five million!"

Wen Jin pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek and slowly put down the sign in his hand.

Li Hui looked at her nonchalantly from the side and said, "Not adding more?"

"That's enough. Don't be greedy."

Li Hui: "You are not in good shape? Can the money go into your pocket? That's enough!"

Wen Jin thought, even if he couldn’t get there now, he would get there sooner or later.

Burning incense and worshipping Buddha is not a one-day thing! Why rush?

She took a sip from the cup nonchalantly, and watched Zhou Ying buy the painting for a price 15 million higher than expected. She was so happy.

"What are you laughing at?" The man's gentle voice sounded behind him. Wen Jin slowly turned his head and saw Shen Xunzhou standing behind him.

Wearing a high-end custom-made suit, he looked very handsome. No one in the whole venue could compare with him.

"You're late! Mr. Shen, you missed a great show of a little wild cat biting people," Li Hui shook his head and moved to make room for him.

"There was a car accident on the Ring Expressway, and they're stuck there," the man looked at Wen Jin and explained, then added, "Who did you bully?"

Wen Jin seemed to be in a good mood and smiled: "Boss Shen, please don't talk nonsense. I've always been the one who gets bullied!"

"Yes," Shen Xunzhou smiled brightly and naturally put his hand on Wen Jin's lower back.

There was a hint of obscurity in Li Hui's eyes when he glanced at him.

Wen Jin was about to dodge when Shen Xunzhou's warm hand moved away and said to Wen Jin, "I'll go over and say hello. Will you come with me?"

Wen Jin was stunned, her eyes were evasive, and she casually found an excuse to let Shen Xunzhou let her go: "I'm tired and don't want to move."

"Then I'll be back soon," he patted Wen Jin's lower back with his warm palm, showing some deep love.

From the moment Shen Xunzhou stepped into the banquet hall, countless pairs of eyes seemed to fall on him.

In this kind of situation, he didn't greet his business partners first, nor did he go to meet his parents, but went to find Wen Jin.

Moreover, the two people's postures are ambiguous, which arouses people's imagination.

Li Hui glanced at Wen Jin as if he was watching a good show: "Tell me, if Old Lady Ling told the whole venue that you were her daughter-in-law and Shen Xunzhou knew about this, what would he do?"

Wen Jin leaned forward slightly, supporting her chin with one hand, her eyes full of charm: "What can I do? The man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried, so I can't be missed by others?"

"Of course I can," Li Hui looked at her carefully with a smile on his face, "You can be remembered by others, but you can also be imprisoned by him again."

Wen Jin tilted his head, his eyes were unusually bright, and he stared at Li Hui with a gaze that was so direct and captivating.

"Boss Li, you are so free!"

"You've grown wings now, and you dare to talk to me like this? Just because you have a few more sponsors, you think you can stand up for yourself?" Wen Jin used to be very flattering.

..............

Shen Xunzhou held a glass of wine and socialized with the people in the banquet hall. It was half an hour later when the conversation ended. At this time, the auction was coming to an end.

When Shen Xunzhou had some time, he wanted to go look for Wen Jin, but Song Jinzhi pulled him by the arm and led him into the private lounge of the banquet hall.

"Do you have to hold on to Wen Jin?" Song Jinzhi's eyes turned red with anger. Ever since Wen Jin said those words, she hadn't been breathing smoothly for even half a second. This was the son she had carefully brought up.

She became what she called a rotten cabbage: "Do you know that Mrs. Ling took Wen Jin to introduce her to everyone in the banquet hall, saying that Wen Jin is the future daughter-in-law of her Ling family, and Wen Jin did not deny it."

Shen Xunzhou's face turned cold when he heard this.

He narrowed his eyes, and a faint light flashed in his eyes: "Didn't you say you don't care about what happens between us?"

Song Jinzhi's eyes turned red with anger, tears were about to fall: "I don't care whether you marry her or not, or whether she marries you or not, but you can't treat my son badly."

"Wen Jin is not that kind of person," Shen Xunzhou softened his voice when he saw that Song Jinzhi was almost on the verge of collapse.

"She's not that kind of person? Everyone present here can prove it," Song Jinzhi shouted angrily, "What's so good about her? If you love each other, you can respect each other in the future, and your love can support all kinds of temptations in these long years. I will take a step back for your happiness, but what about now? She, Wen Jin, eats from the bowl and looks at the pot, she... huh!!!"

As Song Jinzhi spoke, he staggered and fell onto the sofa, covering his mouth and crying.

The look of heartbreak didn't seem fake.

Shen Xunzhou's cold and hard back was cracked inch by inch, hiding the dryness and anger in his eyes. He took a deep breath, walked to Song Jinzhi's side, slowly stroked her back, and comforted her: "Wen Jin is young, and a girl of this age is at the age of being competitive. Originally, the Shen family looked down on her, but now in this kind of occasion, the old lady of the Ling family is willing to take the honor, so she will naturally not refuse."

"Don't think too much."

Song Jinzhi pushed Shen Xunzhou's hand away and asked in a broken voice, "Am I overthinking this?"

"The man has feelings, but the woman has no intention. I think Wen Jin is right. You are a slut. She has done this, but you still stand in her shoes and speak well of her."

Shen Xunzhou thought, she is not cheap.

What she is doing now is just a repetition of what happened in her previous life, when the Shen family would take the young ladies from wealthy families to have fun.

He knew that Wen Jin was retaliating!

"Don't get angry. We young people have our own way of solving problems."

"Within an hour, the whole of Nanyang will know about her relationship with the Ling family. If you're still with him by then, what will others say about you? A mistress? Stealing someone's love? Or a lazy slut?"