After the divorce, the CEO's ex-wife deeply regretted her actions.

"It's all that stinky woman's fault! If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have lost twenty million for nothing!"

"Just you wait, I'll show you what I'm made of, you bitch!"

Wang Lei secretly vowed that he would take his revenge on Wang Ziyue when he got out!

"Mr. Wang, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Nangong Qing's voice turned cold. "You're not going to tip someone off, are you?"

"How, how is it possible!"

Wang Lei was startled and shook his head frantically, "Young Master Nangong, Mr. Chen, isn't our relationship trustworthy enough? Who would I be asked to tip them off!"

"If you don't have it, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"Guests are guests, and Mr. Wang is so generous as to lend me 20 million. If I just let you leave like this, wouldn't that be too unfair? If word gets out, it will look like I kicked you out."

"Pour a cup of tea. Mr. Wang, you can leave after the auction is over." Chen Yun didn't even glance at Wang Lei, his expression calm.

After all the probing, Chen Yun was absolutely certain that Wang Lei was definitely up to something.

Although it's unclear what he's really thinking, as long as he's kept in sight, any scheme will naturally be unable to proceed.

"Since Mr. Chen has said so, then I have no choice but to stay here."

Wang Lei looked frustrated and found a corner spot on the sofa, where he sat down alone.

But as soon as he sat down, Nangong Qing looked at him coldly: "I told you to pour me a cup of tea, who told you to sit down?"

Wang Lei was dumbfounded. So, "pour a cup of tea" meant he had to pour tea for them?

Circumstances dictated his actions. Wang Lei, suppressing his rage, could only respectfully serve Chen Yun and Nangong Qing each a cup of hot tea. He didn't dare sit down, and simply stood there blankly...

Seeing Wang Lei being bullied like this without daring to utter a single resentment, Nangong Qing, while using the tiger's might to intimidate others, couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions: "Indeed, the law of the world is the survival of the fittest. And compared to power, wealth, and money, which are things that use force to oppress others, martial arts, which use force to oppress others, seems to better reflect the most direct violence."

"Compared to my status as the second young master of the Nangong family, the deterrent power of a martial arts master is many times stronger—I must do my best to assist Mr. Chen and find a way to enter the ranks of martial arts."

"Money and power are ultimately just external things; only physical strength truly belongs to me!"

Looking at Wang Lei, who was cowering like a quail, Nangong Qing felt an even stronger urge to learn martial arts.

First floor, the auction venue.

"Distinguished guests, thank you very much for taking time out of your busy schedules to attend this auction."

"I am Sasha, the host of this auction."

The female host, dressed in a fiery red cheongsam and sporting a perm with large, wavy curls, was alluring and captivating, exuding irresistible charm in every move.

This is a top-tier auctioneer that the auction house paid a hefty price to hire.

In an auction, a skilled auctioneer can often increase the price of an item by more than 10%. For these top-tier items that start at millions and have no upper limit of tens of millions, 10% can even match the commission that the auction house charges for a single item!

The female host on stage spoke eloquently, and after reciting a long string of welcome remarks she could recite backwards, she suddenly changed the subject and said mysteriously, "Before the auction begins, please allow me to introduce a special guest to everyone!"

Before the audience could react, all the lights in the venue went out.

The venue, which could hold thousands of people, was plunged into complete darkness in an instant.

"What's going on? Why not just focus on selling the collectibles at a proper auction? What's the point of putting on all this fancy, useless stuff?"

"I'm here for the auction, not to watch a performance. Who told you to introduce some damn special guest?"

The inexplicable darkness aroused dissatisfaction among some hot-tempered individuals, while most people, despite harboring similar grievances, chose to maintain the decorum befitting their status.

"Mr. Wang, are you the one secretly plotting this?"

Nangong Qing looked at Wang Lei with an unfriendly expression.

Wang Lei, who vaguely sensed Chen Yun's gaze also falling on him, was startled and quickly explained, "Young Master Nangong, please don't misunderstand!"

"The items in this auction are all extremely valuable treasures. I spent a lot of money to hire a popular female celebrity for promotional purposes!"

"As for who she is, I'll keep it a secret for now, but I'm sure you'll be satisfied once she appears!"

Thinking of that woman who looked like a fairy, Wang Lei subconsciously revealed a lewd smile.

"You seem to know a lot about marketing." Chen Yun smiled.

"Shh!"

Suddenly, spotlights blazed overhead, and more than a dozen beams of light converged at the same time.

A stunningly beautiful figure slowly appeared on the stage.

A tall figure in a white gauze dress danced gracefully in the center of the stage.

Her long sleeves fluttered, her figure swayed gracefully, as elegant as a startled swan, as graceful as a swimming dragon.

A graceful and serene water sleeve dance captivated everyone present.

"She is...Song Moyun!"

Among the guests closest to the booth, someone was surprised to point out the identity of this beautiful figure!

"I never expected that today's special guest would be the fairy-like Song Moyun! The owner of this auction house really knows how to do things. Since it's him, I have no problem with it."

"Yeah, it's amazing to see Song Moyun here. I spent a fortune trying to get tickets to her concerts before! I must have been talking too loudly."

All the doubts and insults disappeared, and everyone praised the auction house owner, thinking he was indeed a smart man.

The woman before me is none other than Song Moyun, the hottest and most popular star in China today, and a national goddess.

Despite the commotion from the audience, Song Moyun remained silent with a smile.

She simply stood quietly on the stage, captivating the attention of everyone in the audience.

Fair and radiant skin, flawless features, and an elegant and graceful figure.

With her captivating charm and unwavering composure, Song Moyun's temperament is more like a landscape painting that encompasses all things.

Regardless of gender, when people see her, they don't feel lust or jealousy, but only an appreciation for her "perfection".

Such a woman is less like a person and more like a work of art.

It evokes a sense of sacredness in people, a feeling that it is "only to be admired from afar, not to be trifled with."

There is a beauty in the north, who is independent and secluded from the world!

Wang Ziyue, who also possesses top-tier beauty, stood on the top floor, her gaze fixed firmly on Song Moyun.

This was the first time Wang Ziyue had felt that there was another woman whose appearance was comparable to hers, but whose temperament was even better than hers.