I Dragged My Fiance's Uncle off the Altar

60 You Want It?

Xiao Zhuo’s face froze. Yet, Cheng Lang added, “I’m not interested.”

Xiao Zhuo took a deep breath and held back from swearing. He sat up straight and noticed that the seat behind him was already occupied. He reminded Xing Shu, “A few media will be invited to live-stream this auction later.” In other words, if she did not want others to discover her relationship with Cheng Lang, she had better keep a low profile.

Xing Shu noted his goodwill and said softly, “Thank you.”

Be it Cheng Lang or Xiao Zhuo, any woman who stood beside them would be subjected to intense scrutiny. Trouble would ensue at the slightest slip up. Moreover, the relationship between Xing Shu and Cheng Lang was not appropriate to be brought to the surface. She quietly sat up straight and shifted her gaze to the auction block.

The three Caucasian auctioneers had already stepped onto the auction block. The professional bidders also began to make calls and report on the situation here. As the first auction lot appeared, the bids started.

Xing Shu had the honor of accompanying Beijing University’s teachers to participate in auctions in China. But this was the first time she had participated in such a high-profile auction. Almost every face here had appeared in financial newspapers. There were even a few familiar faces who had been invited to Beijing University’s graduation speech back then.

Xing Shu did not have the money to participate in these auctions. Her gaze quietly moved to a seat not far away—the President of AN Group, a blond Caucasian. As if sensing her gaze, he suddenly looked up and met her eyes before nodding slightly. This was basic etiquette.

Xing Shu also nodded in greeting. She began to recall the news about AN Group. Cheng Corporation Group wanted to collaborate with AN Group; they must be selling unmanned supermarket business. She felt that AN Group should be very happy to work with Cheng Corporation Group but she did not know much about this President’s business strategy. Therefore, the details of the discussion would depend on the gala after the auction.

Soon, lot number eight—a wristwatch—appeared. Ordinary wristwatches would not be able to make it to such an auction. As soon as the auctioneer announced the starting price, a beautiful girl made a bid of five million US dollars. Everyone laughed, including Xing Shu. But she stopped laughing in the next second because Nie Heng had counterbid with 20 million US dollars.

Xing Shu turned her head and saw that Nie Heng had a serious face, as if he was determined to get this wristwatch. Xing Shu’s chest tightened—not for herself—but for Nie Xi. This was a lady’s wristwatch. Nie Heng was definitely not buying it for Nie Xi. Although he was not stingy with Nie Xi, his gifts to her were ordinary items; he would not have flown overseas and publicly bid against so many people.

Xing Shu’s fingers curled up at the side. Despite the barrage of counterbids, Nie Heng did not back down. He was calm and composed when he made each counterbid. In the end, he bought the wristwatch at a price tag of 55 million dollars US dollars.

Xing Shu’s face was distorted. Xiao Zhuo quietly approached her. “You want it?”

When Xiao Zhuo asked this question, he had quietly thought that if she wanted it, he could make a bid for it too…

Xing Shu shook her head. “I just feel sorry for my friend.”

Xiao Zhuo leaned in closer, and their hair touched. “Your friend likes Nie Heng?”

Xing Shu replied, “I guess so.”

Xiao Zhuo narrowed his eyes and sized up Xing Shu. “Your friend likes Nie Heng and you like Cheng Lang. You two are indeed friends.”

Xing Shu’s heart tightened. She was worried that Cheng Lang would hear him. “Mr. Xiao, don’t spout nonsense. I do not.”

Xiao Zhuo chuckled. “I hope you don’t. After all, Cheng Lang is famous for being difficult.” He leaned closer, finding it interesting to huddle in whispers with Xing Shu. “When Cheng Lang was still a student, a woman drugged him and herself…”

It was clearly a formal occasion and they should not be whispering to each other, but Xing Shu could not control her curiosity. “And then?”

Xiao Zhuo replied, “Then that woman locked Cheng Lang in the same room as her for a day and a night. Guess what happened when the police entered the room eventually?”

Xing Shu did not want to admit that she was anxious. As if satisfied with the look on her face, Xiao Zhuo slowly said, “That woman was tied to a chair, dizzy and red-faced. As for Cheng Lang, his arm was covered in blood; he had cut it to stay awake.”