The waiter's cold sweat was about to break through.
He should have stuffed this woman's mouth shut from the start.
The crowd had already begun to buzz.
"What's going on here?"
"You're not trying to fool us with a fake, are you? This is seven million!"
The host could only brace himself and say, "Please, everyone, don't panic. We guarantee this is the real Elven Goddess. She's just skilled at disguise, and it took us great effort to capture her."
"Since you guarantee it, then let's continue the auction."
"Alright, seven million. No higher bids?"
"Ten million!"
Ye Zong said abruptly, raising his paddle.
Damn it, why was this woman here?
"Heh, eleven million!" the other man continued to bid.
Ye Zong: "Twenty million!"
Such a bid stunned everyone into silence.
Who bids like that?
Twenty million for a woman?
The man indeed fell silent, but after a moment, he chuckled and said, "My friend, it seems we have similar tastes. How about you let me have her this time? Consider it a gesture of friendship. If you ever need help in the future, I, Fan Erye, will surely assist you."
The crowd murmured. It was indeed Fan Erye.
This figure, almost unrivaled in the underworld, had a greatest hobby of toying with women. It was said he had been hurt by a woman in his youth. He was loyal and righteous, yet also extremely domineering and obsessive. Most people wouldn't dare to cross him.
Ye Zong's voice was low, "Fan Erye, I apologize, but this one has caught my eye!" m..oΓg
Fan Erye's demeanor immediately turned cold.
The others also looked at Ye Zong with surprise.
Was it worth making an enemy of Fan Erye for a woman?
"It seems you're not going to give me face, are you?" Fan Erye's voice was chilling.
Ye Zong said calmly, "I can concede on anything else, but not this, Erye."
"Fine."
Fan Erye slammed his hand on the armrest.
Suddenly, countless figures dressed in green emerged from the shadows. These were all his subordinates.
Everyone was shocked.
As expected of Erye, he brought so many people to an auction.
He stood up from his seat, "I had intended to bid for her. Since you insist on competing with me, I will take her today! Take this woman away!"
The men in green swiftly moved towards the glass bottle.
The waiter didn't even dare to try and stop them.
Although Wen Yan couldn't see, she could hear the discussions outside. Knowing Fan Erye's ruthlessness, falling into his hands would truly mean certain death! She began to resent herself for running around so recklessly.
Then, another male voice, somewhat familiar.
It sounded a bit like Ye Zong... Wen Yan mockingly told herself she was overthinking. How could Ye Zong be here?
However, the glass bottle was not snatched away. Instead, the sounds of a fight erupted from outside.
The fighting continued for a long time, and she was eventually carried away.
Wen Yan's struggles were futile.
After an unknown period, she was placed down again.
The black cloth was lifted.
Wen Yan's heart leaped into her throat.
Before her stood a burly man, his face sternly looking at her.
Could this be Fan Erye?
Indeed, he was just as she had imagined.
She shivered uncontrollably.
"Fan Erye" suddenly reached out. Wen Yan's heart pounded, and she instinctively closed her eyes. The next moment, the glass cover was lifted and set aside.
"Are you alright?" the man asked.
Unexpectedly polite and courteous, Wen Yan opened her eyes in surprise and looked at him.
Without waiting for Wen Yan's reply, the man glanced towards the door, "Boss."
Wen Yan also looked instinctively and saw a familiar tall, handsome figure walking in. Her heart was filled with shock.
After reacting, she felt an overwhelming sense of relief and excitement.
"Ye, Ye Zong," Wen Yan was on the verge of tears.
Just moments ago, she thought she was finished.
Who would have thought that the person who bought her would be Ye Zong?
The man looked at the girl's tearful state, but a surge of anger brewed within him.
Did she know how dangerous tonight was? If he hadn't been here, she might never have returned.
His voice was stern and cold, "You still have the nerve to call me."
Wen Yan's small face turned pale. She also knew how difficult it was to snatch her from Fan Erye.
"Thank you, Ye Zong. I, I know a simple thank you is not enough, but you saved me. If you ever need me for anything in the future, I will do my utmost!" Wen Yan said very seriously, bowing to Ye Zong.
"Heh, are you offering yourself in return?" His voice was unreadable.
Wen Yan was startled, "I, I know I am not worthy of Ye Zong."
Seeing the girl's pale face, Ye Zong took a step closer. Wen Yan instinctively backed away, pressing against the cold wall. The man's deep eyes were like an unfathomable black hole, "Does it matter if you're worthy?"
Wen Yan paused, then seemed to understand his meaning.
A prominent figure like him, how could he possibly fancy a mere designer? She was just a plaything!
Wen Yan took a deep breath, "Ye Zong, I am very grateful for your admiration, but I am already married."
"You think I'm not as good as your husband?"
"Your status is noble and unparalleled, a favored son of heaven. My husband is just an ordinary civilian, naturally incomparable. But I love him very much, and he treats me very well. I believe that with Ye Zong's status, you wouldn't stoop to a married woman like me." Wen Yan stared at Ye Zong with composure.
The man's eyes were deep, his thoughts unreadable.
After a moment, he said, "You certainly know how to speak. If you truly think I'm so good, why don't you yield to me?"
"Because feelings aren't dictated by who is rich, noble, or outstanding."
"Then, for the twenty million I paid today, how do you intend to repay me?" Ye Zong asked coldly.
Wen Yan's face seemed to turn even paler.
Twenty million.
At her level, even if she started from scratch, she probably couldn't earn that much.
But Ye Zong had indeed saved her.
"I will work hard and definitely repay you!" Wen Yan's face was pale, but her voice was firm.
"Then I'll be waiting!"
Ye Zong looked at the burly man, "Take her back."
"Yes!"
The man escorted Wen Yan away.
Along the way, Wen Yan watched the neon lights outside the window.
Everything felt like a dream.
Upon returning to her rented room, Wen Yan received an apology message from An Xi. She had no intention of replying. Lying on the bed, she stared at the ceiling, tears unknowingly sliding down her cheeks.
She didn't know when she fell asleep.
But she slept very restlessly that night. By the time the sky began to lighten, Wen Yan woke up. The bed beside her was warm, indicating that a man had been there. Wen Yan immediately walked out of the bedroom.
In the living room, a man wearing only a t-shirt and trousers sat on the sofa. A laptop lay on the table, and he seemed busy with something.
His profile was sharp and cold, and the muscles in his exposed arms flexed smoothly as he moved.
At this moment, Leng Xunze seemed different from his usual self.
Yet, he was still that same Leng Xunze.
Wen Yan couldn't help but sit next to him, wanting to hug him, "Husband."
After experiencing so much, only when she saw Leng Xunze now did the world feel real.
"What's wrong?" the man's voice was unusually cold, like frost.
Wen Yan's movement froze. She looked at him, remembering he had returned late last night and was up so early working, "Are... are you very busy?"
The man remained silent.