Night Fire Lingering

Finally, Zhou Qi remembered a topic that might ease the tension—

"Mr. Gu, the Kyoto Auction House sent us an invitation to the auction, which will be held tomorrow night."

"I'm busy." Gu Yanci refused without even thinking.

Zhou Qi: "One of the items auctioned was a memento from my wife's mother."

Gu Yanci had a good memory and almost instantly recalled the string of jade beads he had heard about at the Wen family villa.

He immediately changed his mind: "Let's go."

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The Kyoto Auction House held the auction in a Western-style building.

Outside the porch, elegantly dressed women and luxury cars constantly pass by; 'extravagance' is the most common adjective used here.

Wen Yan wore a moon-white haute couture gown, and a ruby ​​ring made her skin look even whiter. She wasn't very tall, but she had a perfect figure and an exceptionally beautiful face, so she attracted the attention of everyone around her as soon as she got out of the car.

Wen Yan clearly sensed that the surroundings had quieted down, and that someone was glancing at her and Luo Beiqing and whispering to each other.

Wen Yan was used to being the center of attention. When she was little, everyone liked her because she was pretty, did well in school, and had many talents.

As for now——

Several socialites walked over, smiling, but their smiles were clearly malicious.

"Wen Yan, are you alone? Why isn't Young Master Gu with you?"

"Hey Weiwei, don't touch a sore spot!"

"If others dare to do it and flaunt it, why wouldn't they dare to listen?"

Several people took turns mocking Wen Yan.

"Nobody's with me? What? Am I not human? I think I look more like a human than you guys." Luo Beiqing rolled her eyes.

Luo Beiqing is a striking beauty, bright and charming. While not unique in high society circles, she is certainly the most striking and prominent in this style.

Someone once joked that Wen Yan and Luo Beiqing chose their friends based on looks, and the two most beautiful heiresses from the capital's wealthy families happened to be each other's best friends.

The women were so angry at Luo Beiqing's sarcastic remarks that their noses twitched.

One of the short-haired, pretty women was the first to react: "Oh! Who do we have here? It's the eldest daughter-in-law of the He family!"

She paused, then asked, "I just wonder, since Young Master He hasn't been home for so long, does he still remember what his wife looks like?"

Wen Yan glanced at Luo Beiqing with concern, and Luo Beiqing patted Wen Yan's hand to indicate that she was alright.

Wen Yan looked at her coldly: "Qiao Weiwei, do your parents know that you still like He Tingchuan?"

"Who, who said I like He Tingchuan?!" Qiao Weiwei panicked instantly.

Luo Beiqing married He Tingchuan a year ago. On the eve of the wedding, Qiao Weiwei bribed a hotel staff member and took off her clothes to enter He Tingchuan's hotel suite. However, she was caught red-handed by Luo Beiqing and He's parents, and she was so embarrassed that everyone knew about it.

"Oh, so those who get along well with Wen Muzhi are all cut from the same cloth!" Luo Beiqing then remembered that Qiao Weiwei liked her husband.

"Luo Beiqing, watch your mouth! Everyone knows Gu Yanci doesn't like Wen Yan at all! I thought you had some shame, but since you have no shame, then just say it!" Qiao Weiwei sneered.

She pointed at Wen Yan, "Wen Yan! You shameless woman, you slept with Gu Yanci as soon as you turned eighteen! Luo Beiqing, your mother coerced you, otherwise He Tingchuan would never have married someone as spoiled as you, he wouldn't have even given her a second glance!"

Qiao Weiwei spoke loudly, as if afraid that the people around her wouldn't hear her.

Luo Beiqing is the only daughter of the Luo family. A year ago, her father died unexpectedly, and her mother was so devastated that she died of depression. The Luo family is wealthy, and her mother was worried that unscrupulous relatives would target Luo Beiqing and exploit her. Before she died, she contacted He Tingchuan. Afterwards, He Tingchuan suddenly proposed to Luo Beiqing, with whom he had little contact, and the two quickly got married.

The get-rich-quick dreams of the Luo family's relatives were shattered, He Tingchuan, the dream lover of many wealthy heiresses, became someone else's husband, and Luo Beiqing and his group became the target of public criticism.

Those in the industry know more or less how Wen and Luo's marriage came about.

Wen Yan and Luo Beiqing exchanged a glance and realized that they were more worried about each other than about themselves. They suddenly smiled at each other.

Luo Beiqing waved to the auction manager who was looking for someone not far away, and the manager rushed over.

Luo Beiqing pointed at Qiao Weiwei: "Miss Qiao's mental state is unstable, it's best if she doesn't come in."

Before Qiao Weiwei could react, the manager had already asked her to leave.

"Why? I have an invitation!" Qiao Weiwei shouted in a panic.

The manager smiled and said, "Ms. Luo is our major shareholder, and we naturally have to listen to what the major shareholder says."

Then everyone remembered that Luo's father was a well-known collector, and the shares of the Kyoto Auction House were a coming-of-age gift from Luo's father to Luo Beiqing. Luo Beiqing himself was exceptionally talented and had a keen eye for art, and had become famous in the art collecting circle at a young age.

Luo Beiqing is never a woman who has lost her wings and is at the mercy of others just because she lost her parents!

Wen Yan and Luo Beiqing arrived late, and soon the guests took their seats.

"Didn't the Wen family promise to redeem Aunt's belongings? You didn't actually have to come in person." Luo Beiqing wasn't interested in this kind of auction; the items weren't as good as the things in her family's collection room.

She was simply there to keep Wen Yan company.

"I don't believe what they say; I need to see it for myself to be at ease—"

Wen Yan paused, her gaze pausing before she could finish speaking.

Not far away, Wen Muzhi, also dressed in a moon-white haute couture gown, was talking to the man next to her.

The man had his back to Wen Yan. He was tall and had long legs. His suit accentuated his long arms, narrow waist, and long legs, making him look noble and elegant.

The man was talking to the middle-aged man next to him, but when he heard Wen Muzhi's voice, he turned to Wen Muzhi.

Wen Yan saw the man's face clearly.

It was Gu Yanci.

Almost at the same time, the man seemed to notice something, and looked past Wen Muzhi and over.

Their eyes met, and Wen Yan's gaze shifted from surprise to coldness.

Without thinking, Gu Yanci walked over to Wen Yan.

Without hesitation, Wen Muzhi quickened his pace to keep up with Gu Yanci, as if the two of them had come together.

Gu Yanci's gaze immediately fell on Wen Yan's right wrist and left forearm, where white gauze was wrapped around her wrist, with an outer layer of shimmering silk, resembling an ornament. Combined with the moon-white dress Wen Yan was wearing today, the abnormality on her wrist was almost unnoticeable.

"Let me see."

As Gu Yanci spoke, he reached out and touched Wen Yan's forearm.

Wen Yan subconsciously took a step back, and almost the next second, Luo Beiqing stepped forward half a step, blocking Wen Yan's path.

"What's wrong, Young Master Gu? Do you want to see the results of your battle?" Luo Beiqing's words were extremely sarcastic.

Gu Yanci gritted his teeth in anger, but his expression remained unchanged, and on the surface he was still the elegant and composed young master Gu.

He calmly said, "Mrs. Gu, do you think hiding behind Luo Beiqing will be of any use?"

Gu Yanci appears to be self-disciplined and respectful of etiquette, but he is never one to follow the rules. Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to spend the night with Wen Yan when she was drunk and came to him.

Wen Yan couldn't guess what he would do.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, and the guests turned to look in their direction.

Wen Yan took a deep breath, stepped out slightly to the side, looked at him coldly for a few seconds, then glanced at Wen Muzhi and said meaningfully, "I thought you came with my sister."

"No." Gu Yanci denied it, then reached out again, "Take a look at the injury, Wen Yan, be good."

That "good boy" sounded like it was full of helplessness and doting, as if it were being spoken to a child throwing a tantrum.