I Dragged My Fiance's Uncle off the Altar

58 To Go Over

Nie Heng said, “The North American social circle is very wild. Are you going to let your little canary run amok? Aren’t you afraid that she’ll be overwhelmed by temptation and run away with someone else? If she runs away, she won’t fly back.”

“She won’t be overwhelmed by temptation by my side?” Cheng Lang closed his eyes again. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly at the recollection of last night. He said hoarsely, “Xing Shu isn’t that superficial.”

Nie Heng was biased against Xing Shu. After all, the first time they had met, Xing Shu had boldly schemed against Cheng Lang and even shamelessly admitted that she was Cheng Lang’s mistress. Of course, Nie Heng knew that Xing Shu was not. There were so many people in Beijing who wanted to bed Cheng Lang, but most of them only thought about it and did not dare to take action. Hence, Nie Heng really wanted to know if Xing Shu could succeed. If she succeeded, would Cheng Lang kill Xing Shu when he woke up?

Their second encounter at Sunset bar surprised Nie Heng. Not only was Xing Shu not dead, but she was also alive and well. Cheng Lang even treated Xing Shu a little differently. Although it was only a little, it was enough for Nie Heng to be vigilant. That was why when Jiang Yao wanted to bring Xing Shu along for the meet up with hot guys, he called Cheng Lang to tell him. Before Cheng Lang got tired of her, it was best that Xing Shu stayed in her gilded cage obediently.

Nie Heng said, “A woman who schemed against you to bed you isn’t superficial? If you ask me, Xing Shu only has a passable face. You said that she’s not superficial because you haven’t tired of banging her, so you are looking at her through rose-tinted glasses.”

Cheng Lang quipped, “Then have you tired of banging Nie Xi?”

Nie Heng was surprised that Cheng Lang would take the initiative to mention Nie Xi. His relationship with Nie Xi should be hidden. Although they were well aware of it, they feigned ignorance and avoided talking about it.

Nie Heng said, “Nie Xi is just an amusement to pass time. She’s at my beck and call; saves a lot of trouble.” His fiancée from the Liu family did not like him fooling around. To Nie Heng, there was no difference between banging a hundred people or banging one person a hundred times.

“Xing Shu said that Nie Xi loves you.” Cheng Lang wanted to remind Nie Heng not to do anything that he would regret. However, when Nie Heng heard the word ‘love’, he frowned in disgust. Of course, he knew that Nie Xi loved him and liked him, but he did not care for such people. He would only humiliate women who loved him. He was not interested in further discussion on this topic with Cheng Lang, and Cheng Lang did not want to interfere too much in his friend’s relationship. Seeing that Nie Heng was unwilling to continue the conversation, he continued to read the catalog.

The car quickly stopped at the entrance of a magnificent building. The event was thronged by the media, but they were all kept out by the barricades. No reporters could approach, and they could only take pictures from afar.

Cheng Lang and Nie Heng did not like to show their faces at such occasions, so the car drove straight past the red carpet and stopped in the special parking lot.

There were already many people in the hall. Both sides were surrounded by waist-high walls. Suited and booted professional bidders with phones glued to their ears were making sitreps to their clients on the other end of the call. Collectors who were unable to attend such a high-profile auction would commission trusted professional bidders to bid on their behalf.

Cheng Lang and Nie Heng’s seats were next to each other. Nie Heng looked at the suited and booted professional bidders and said with a smile, “I don’t think we’ll be able to get what Old Master Cheng wants without 300 million.”

The auction of the Ten-Faced Spirit Wall Scroll would definitely attract covetous eyes from all directions. However, there was an even more heavyweight lot tonight. Unfortunately, the organizer had kept it a secret and had not announced it.

Nie Heng asked, “Cheng Lang, what do you think is the auction lot that the organizer hasn’t announced yet?” It was not to the organizer’s benefit to keep mum about the lot. But no matter who they asked, no one had a clue about the last auction lot.

The white-gloved waiters respectfully led every guest into the hall. Xiao Zhuo’s car also arrived. He had always been very high-profile in the North American circle. But with Xing Shu by his side tonight, he kept a low profile and did not stop his car on the red carpet. When they entered the hall, many people greeted Xiao Zhuo before their gazes landed on Xing Shu. Xing Shu did not have stage fright, but when she walked through the last door, she sensed a gaze. She looked up and saw Cheng Lang in the front row.

Xing Shu’s eyes narrowed, and she wanted to remove her hand on Xiao Zhuo’s arm. Cheng Lang’s gaze was very indifferent, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. His gaze lingered on her waist, and then he pointed at the seat beside him, indicating for her to go over.