Night Fire Lingering

Lou Qi looked at Jiang Xing, his eyes dark and complicated.

not worth it?

She's not worth him standing up for her?

Because she doesn't like him.

Lou Qi released Ying Kaian and looked at Gu Qingqing, his eyes filled with lingering violence and coldness.

Gu Qingqing was so frightened that her face turned pale, tears welled up in her eyelashes, and she even forgot to cry. Afraid of being beaten as well, she quickly pointed to Ying Kaian, who was lying on the ground half-dead, and said, "I...I only heard about it! I don't know if what he said is true or false!"

Lou Qi withdrew his gaze, his body radiating coldness as he lifted his foot and walked away.

Everyone was still in shock and confusion, unable to recover.

"Why did Lou Qi suddenly hit someone? How could a small business owner like him possibly offend someone?"

“Just now, Jiang Xing directly called him ‘Lou Qi.’ Few of Lou Shao’s ex-girlfriends would dare to call him by his full name like that.”

"Wasn't Lou Shao standing up for Jiang Xing? Why did he suddenly leave?"

"What's going on? These days, even gossip is incomprehensible!"

……

Jiang Xing watched Lou Qi's departing figure, and subconsciously took a step in the direction he left, but then restrained himself.

"Do you want to go take a look?" Wen Yan asked Jiang Xing in a low voice.

Jiang Xing shook his head, but the image of Lou Qi and his hand kept flashing through his mind—his hand had bled when he punched Ying Kaian.

The surrounding guests were increasingly indifferent, and not a single person stepped forward to show any concern for Ying Kaian. In the end, Jiang Xing called an ambulance to take Ying Kaian away.

"Madam Zhou, aren't you going to go and take a look?" Wen Yan asked politely, remembering that Madam Zhou had brought Ying Kaian in because of her.

Madam Zhou's face turned pale, clearly frightened: "No, no."

She did like Ying Kai'an, a young and handsome guy from a prestigious university, and spent a lot of money on him, but that didn't mean she dared to offend Wen Yan and Gu Yanci behind Wen Yan, as well as Lou Qi who had just made a move, for the sake of a man!

Gu Qingqing left early, citing illness, fearing repercussions.

This farce seemed to be just a trivial episode, and soon the venue would return to its superficial harmony and tranquility, with everyone laughing and socializing, clinking glasses and exchanging pleasantries.

The charity auction began soon.

Wen Yan showed little interest in the auction items and chatted with Luo Beiqing next to her on her phone.

Until one item appeared at the auction:

"This is a necklace of 54 imperial green jadeite beads of pure color. In Buddhism, 54 beads symbolize good fortune. The donor is a Spanish-Chinese woman whose Chinese name is Nan, following her mother's surname. This jadeite bead necklace was part of Miss Nan's mother's dowry..."

Wen Yan looked up in shock and saw a familiar jade necklace displayed on the big screen.

A murmur of discussion arose from the surrounding crowd:

"Did this necklace appear last year?"

"Isn't this Wen Yan's mother's keepsake? It was such a lively occasion back then, surely there couldn't be two identical ones in terms of condition and design?!"

"Nan? Isn't Wen Yan's biological mother's surname Nan?"

"Could it be Wen Yan's? How did it end up in this Miss Nan's hands? Wasn't Wen Yan's biological mother dead?"

……

Wen Yan felt a chill run through her body as she sensed the subtle, almost imperceptible, gazes directed at her from those around her.

Suddenly, a warm hand grasped my left hand.

Almost at the same time, my right hand was grasped by another person.

Holding the broadness of her left hand and the softness of her right, they were Gu Yanci and Luo Beiqing, respectively.

"I'm fine," Wen Yan said to the two of them separately.

Gu Yanci helped her retrieve the jade beaded string from the Wen family, and he also knew that she had returned it to Nan Yun.

Wen Yan said to Gu Yanci with certainty, "It's that one."

As for Luo Beiqing, she is a collector, and she can tell at a glance whether the jewelry is the same piece.

The room was silent for a few seconds before someone started bidding.

Some curious people wanted to bid on this beaded string to confirm whether it was the one that originally belonged to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan tried her best to keep her emotions hidden, staring blankly at the green light on the auction stage.

If you didn't like it that much and treasure it so much, why are you putting it up for auction?

Ah!

Wen Yan felt incredibly ironic. All the efforts she had made for Nan Yun's 'relics' seemed like a joke, and the past felt like a slap in the face!