Bai Yueguang returns to China, don't be a spare tire, divorce Lin

Ye Wanqing was suddenly pulled out of her dream by a sudden doorbell. She was deeply immersed in a sea of words last night, working overtime to write the manuscript. It was not until the clock struck three in the morning that she slowly closed her eyes with exhaustion.

The set alarm clock had not yet sounded, she was wandering in the abyss of dreams, but the doorbell's persistence was like the first ray of dawn, penetrating the curtain of night.

Ye Wanqing frowned in dissatisfaction and struggled to prop up her upper body from the soft bed.

The doorbell finally stopped ringing. She turned her head to look at the clock on the bedside table, which was quietly waiting. The hands had quietly slipped past the eleven o'clock mark in the morning.

After some inner struggle, she gave up the idea of returning to her dream, forced herself to change her clothes and get out of bed, then walked up the stairs towards the door with a slightly staggering step.

The moment Ye Wanqing opened the door, she unexpectedly found Jiang Yubo standing outside the door. His tall figure was particularly eye-catching in the morning light.

"Why are you here at this time?" she asked with a little surprise.

Jiang Yubo smiled, gently raised his hand and took off his sunglasses. His clear and bright eyes flashed with a smile, and his tone was a bit casual:

"I have a personal matter and would like to ask Mr. Ye for help."

Ye Wanqing looked him up and down. Although she had doubts in her heart, she did not show them. After hesitating for a moment, she stepped aside to make way and politely invited him:

"I just got up not long ago, please come in."

Jiang Yubo gladly accepted it and followed her into the quiet and elegant villa without hesitation.

This was the third time Jiang Yubo had stepped into Ye Wanqing's residence. He keenly noticed that the layout of the living room had undergone subtle changes - a simple and elegant piano was added to the corner, and the bookshelves were densely packed with all kinds of books.

The warm afternoon sunlight penetrates the gauze curtains and dapples onto the floor, coating the entire space with a soft golden glow and adding a touch of homely warmth and tranquility.

Soon, Ye Wanqing came down from upstairs, wearing simple and comfortable home clothes. She held a cup of freshly brewed coffee in her hand and handed it to Jiang Yubo. Then she busied herself in the kitchen, preparing a simple but exquisite breakfast for herself. While eating, she looked at Jiang Yubo curiously:

"Is there something special you need help with?"

Jiang Yubo didn't beat around the bush. He took out a beautifully bound auction catalog from his handbag and gently placed it on the coffee table in front of Ye Wanqing.

"There will be an art auction next Saturday. I hope to ask Mr. Ye to help me bid for the next painting."

He paused for a moment, his eyes showing some tenderness and nostalgia, and continued: "That painting means a lot to me."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wanqing's brows flashed with thought: "Actually, it's not a bad idea to ask Li Meng to handle this kind of thing."

Jiang Yubo smiled and leaned back on the sofa, his hands folded in front of his chest, and slowly said, "The estimated price of that painting is around three million."

Ye Wanqing heard this and smiled faintly: "I understand, I will do my best."

A young actor is willing to spend a huge amount of money to buy a painting as a gift, which undoubtedly reveals that Jiang Yubo may have an unusual background.

However, Jiang Yubo obviously intended to keep a low profile and was unwilling to let Li Meng know these details. Perhaps there was a more complicated story hidden in this.

"Thank you, Mr. Ye, for your help."

Jiang Yubo stood up and politely said he was leaving: "Then I won't bother you anymore, I'll go first."

"Walk slowly."

Ye Wanqing responded briefly, watched him leave, and sat down again to continue enjoying her breakfast. After finishing her meal, she picked up the auction catalog and read it carefully, then called Qin Zhuyu.

"Pearls and jade, the auction next Saturday..." Ye Wanqing said with some thought.

Qin Zhuyu was driving on a busy street. When she encountered a red light, she turned around curiously and asked:

"Wanqing, why are you suddenly interested in antique auctions? This is not your style."

Ye Wanqing had never been keen on antiques before, but this time she took the initiative to invite Qin Zhuyu to attend the auction together, which surprised Qin Zhuyu.

Ye Wanqing chuckled and explained, "I'm helping a friend."

Qin Zhuyu's curiosity suddenly arose: "Boyfriend?"

Ye Wanqing turned to look at Qin Zhuyu, with a bit of helplessness in her eyes, and a faint smile on her lips: "Don't guess blindly, we are just ordinary friends."

Her tone was calm and firm, and Qin Zhuyu could hear her seriousness.

Qin Zhuyu jokingly said, "Even if we're just ordinary friends, it's quite an honor for you to personally come forward."

Since her divorce from Lin Xuan, Ye Wanqing has lived a nearly secluded life, rarely going out, let alone attending social occasions such as auctions.

Ye Wanqing smiled slightly, and did not directly respond to Qin Zhuyu's question, but gently reminded:

"The light is green, just focus on driving."

Qin Zhuyu withdrew her thoughts and refocused her gaze forward. As the red light turned green, she stepped on the accelerator and the sports car took off quickly, weaving through the traffic.

Soon, they arrived at the auction house. Tonight's auction had clearly attracted a lot of attention, with all sorts of luxury cars parked outside, highlighting the status and position of the guests.

The two walked into the auction house hand in hand and ran into several acquaintances as soon as they entered. Aside from the pleasantries, Ye Wanqing and Qin Zhuyu also felt the enthusiastic atmosphere of the auction and were filled with anticipation for the upcoming bidding.

The two were not close friends, but old acquaintances with a somewhat subtle relationship.

"What a coincidence, Miss Ye, Miss Qin." A familiar voice came.

"It's quite a coincidence."

Qin Zhuyu responded, but a hint of displeasure involuntarily flashed across her eyes. She glanced lightly at Xu Xinyi beside her.

Ye Wanqing glanced at Xu Xinyi's face indifferently, without showing any intention of greeting her.

The smile on Xu Xinyi's face seemed a little forced: "Ms. Ye, are you still bothered by what happened before?"

Ye Wanqing was about to turn around and leave, but when she heard this, her steps paused slightly. She turned her head and said in a calm and distant tone: "Miss Xu, it seems that there is no deep friendship between us to discuss."

After saying that, she gently gestured to Qin Zhuyu, and the two continued on their way.

Xu Xinyi's face instantly became stiff, and the people around her also cast curious and inquiring glances at her.

Seeing this, Bai Pinghui was about to speak up to help Xu Xinyi, but Xu Xinyi gently stopped her: "Forget it, no need to say more."

"How can we let it go? Ye Wanqing is going too far!" Bai Pinghui was indignant.

Xu Xinyi shook her head slightly and motioned Bai Pinghui to look at Lin Xuan who was talking to someone not far away.

Bai Pinghui followed Xu Xinyi's gaze and remembered their real purpose tonight.

"We are not here to cause trouble with Ye Wanqing tonight."

Xu Xinyi said in a low voice, then walked towards Lin Xuan with a deliberately maintained smile:

"Axuan."

However, what greeted her was Lin Xuan's cold and distant gaze.

Xu Xinyi's expression changed again, and her smile froze in an instant:

"Mr. Lin."

Lin Xuan just nodded slightly as a response, with an extremely cold attitude.

Xu Xinyi was not willing to give in and tried to bring up the topic:

"I just ran into Miss Ye. She seemed to be still angry about what happened before and didn't want to talk to me."

At this moment, Qin Huai, who happened to arrive, heard this and couldn't help but sneered:

"That's really interesting. Anyone would be upset with you for what you did. Isn't it perfectly normal for Ye Wanqing to ignore you?"

Qin Huai had just signed Ye Wanqing's new work, and he didn't want any negative news about Ye Wanqing at this critical juncture.

After all, all the troubles Ye Wanqing had encountered before were caused by Xu Xinyi behind the scenes.

Qin Huai's patience with Xu Xinyi had long been exhausted. Now that even Lin Xuan was keeping his distance from the Xu family, he naturally would not show any mercy to Xu Xinyi.

Xu Xinyi's smile faded from her face after repeated setbacks, and she looked extremely embarrassed. Lin Xuan sat upright in his seat, not even glancing at her, his indifference evident.

Qin Huai witnessed all this from the side, secretly delighted in his heart. He sneered, then walked over to sit next to Lin Xuan:

"This Xu Xinyi is still as annoying as ever."

As he spoke, he secretly observed Lin Xuan's reaction, but Lin Xuan seemed to be in another world and turned a deaf ear to his words.

Seeing this, Qin Huai nodded with satisfaction. He had never had a good impression of Xu Xinyi, and now that Lin Xuan was so cold to her, he was even more unconcerned.

He turned his head to look at the bustling venue, a hint of surprise in his eyes:

"I didn't expect Ye Wanqing to come tonight."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Xuan frowned impatiently:

"It's noisy."

Qin Huai shrugged helplessly: "Okay, I'll just shut up."

However, even though he said this, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart:

"I don't know what treasure Ye Wanqing is here to take pictures of tonight. If I can take a picture and give it to her, it should be a good choice."

When Lin Xuan heard Qin Huai's whisper, his brows furrowed even tighter, and the rumors from a few days ago about Jiang Yubo being his stand-in emerged involuntarily in his mind.

He couldn't help but wonder: What on earth was she doing? Why did she suddenly appear here? Was it because of Jiang Yubo?

Lin Xuan's eyes became deep, and an inexplicable irritation and uneasiness surged in his heart.