Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 175 Targeting Her

Chapter 175: Chapter 175 Targeting Her

Lin Xuanze: "I don’t know, but when she comes back, I can tell you."

Xiao Chen: "..."

He closed his phone in frustration, his mind elsewhere as he watched the auction stage.

He didn’t know that the person who hadn’t been replying to his messages was right there in the auction hall, standing in a corner and observing the surroundings.

Moments later, Zhai Quan walked in, followed by six bodyguards.

"Is that really the Beiyang Dominator? How can he be so young?"

"He looks just over twenty, it’s unbelievable."

Zhai Quan took a seat next to Xiao Chen and greeted him; they didn’t seem familiar with each other in front of others.

"Sister Ji Ling, is that the antique you wanted?" Wang Tingting looked at the tea set that was brought in.

This tea set, made of some unknown jade, was incredibly delicate. It was unbelievable that after being submerged in the sea for so long, it had no cracks and hadn’t discolored.

"Yes." Ji Ling nodded slightly. Her grandfather enjoyed brewing tea, and this tea set would be the perfect gift for him.

She had brought enough funds this time and was determined to win the tea set.

"The bidding for this tea set starts at 1 million, with each increase not less than 10,000."

"1.1 million."

"1.3 million."

"2 million." Ji Ling raised her bidding paddle; she was resolute in winning.

As soon as she spoke, many people in the room turned to look at her.

"Isn’t that Ji Ling, the Eldest Miss Ji?" Xie Fangkai looked at Xiao Chen with a teasing gaze, trying to glean something from his expression. Unfortunately, he didn’t even bat an eyelid.

At the mention of her name, Feng Ye looked over. Ji Ling seldom appeared in their circles because she wasn’t as idle as other wealthy socialites. She managed all the big and small affairs of the Ji Family and was competent at it.

As for her looks, they weren’t as pretty as the kids’, but she was the most beautiful among all the socialites in Beijing.

Ji Ling sat just behind them, with only two seats separating them. Xie Fangkai’s voice was deliberately raised when he spoke, causing her to unconsciously look towards Xiao Chen. Seeing no reaction from him, she could only withdraw her gaze in slight disappointment, then turned to greet Xie Fangkai and the others.

"Mr. Feng, I’ve been sending you messages these past few days without a reply. Have you been occupied with another big project?" Wang Tingting looked at Feng Ye, smiling.

Feng Ye raised an eyebrow, stared at her face for a moment, and failed to remember who she was. He responded with a polite, gentlemanly smile, "Do we know each other?"

Wang Tingting’s smile froze instantly, and her facial expression began to crack.

Was he doing it on purpose, or did he actually not recognize her?

Feeling the strange looks from those around her, she tugged at her stiff smile, "Mr. Feng, you’re quite the joker. This necklace was a gift from you."

Feng Ye’s gaze fell on the necklace around her neck; he didn’t recognize her, but he did recognize the necklace.

Each of his ex-girlfriends had one.

With a gentlemanly smile, Feng Ye said, "Oh, it’s you! I thought we were all adults who understood?"

Wang Tingting was ecstatic one second, thinking he remembered her, and the next, her expression turned to one of shocked astonishment, "Wha— what?"

Feng Ye’s lips curled into a smirk as he withdrew his gaze to look at the auction stage.

Wang Tingting was clenching her palms so tightly in anger; she knew Feng Ye changed women as often as clothes, but she hadn’t expected him to forget even her name—how could that be possible!

She refused to believe it!

Hadn’t he said her voice was unique?

Why couldn’t he remember even her name!

Recalling the days she spent with Feng Ye, it seemed he had indeed never called her by her name.

She gritted her teeth in anger, feeling like she had been a clown these past few days and just now.

Ji Ling comforted her, already aware that Feng Ye was a playboy, but she hadn’t expected him to be such a casanova. After all, it was Ji Ling who had encouraged Wang Tingting to approach Feng Ye, simply to gather information on Xiao Chen.

"I’ve recently acquired several precious diamonds; choose one later to have it cut. Don’t be upset, that’s just the way Feng Ye is," consoled Ji Ling.

Wang Tingting’s face finally softened, and she nodded slightly.

Fortunately, there weren’t many people here who recognized her; otherwise, she would have lost all face tonight and would struggle to mix in Beijing’s socialite circles in the future.

"Eight million," Ji Ling continued to bid.

Not many of the younger crowd were into tea sets, which were mostly bought as gifts for the elderly. Those present knew her, and since they saw her continuously bidding, they gave her face.

Only one foreigner continued to challenge her.

Finally, after the bid reached 12 million, the foreigner stopped bidding.

"12 million, any higher?"

"12 million once, 12 million twice, 12 million..."

"20 million," a low, magnetic male voice entered everyone’s ears.

Ji Ling had thought she held the winning ticket, her proud brows raised, but upon hearing the voice, her expression froze.

This voice had appeared countless times in her dreams, a memory deeply ingrained.

But she never expected that he would open his mouth just to compete with her for the tea set.

Taking a deep breath to calm her restlessness, she raised her sign and upped the bid, "21 million."

"30 million."

"31 million."

"40 million."

Ji Ling’s proud brows furrowed. She always felt that Xiao Chen was targeting her. Yet, he kept his gaze down the whole time, making it unclear to her whether he really liked the tea set or was just doing it for fun.

With each of her incremental bids, he countered with a 9 million increase—not a small sum.

She only brought 50 million in funds. If he continued to raise the bids, she simply couldn’t keep up.

Taking another deep breath, with her beautiful face, she spoke, "Young Master Xiao, could you please let me have this tea set and consider it a favor to me?"

The surrounding crowd cast curious glances. The engagement between the Xiao Family and the Ji Family was no secret in Beijing, and more than half the people present were from Beijing; they all watched with the anticipation of a show as they stared at her and Xiao Chen.

She still managed to display a composed and calm demeanor, exemplifying the poise of a well-bred lady to the fullest, trying her best not to make a fool of herself in front of so many people.

Feng Ye looked on in surprise at the person next to him. Master Chen wasn’t fond of tea sets, nor did he give them as gifts, so was he targeting Ji Ling?

He shifted his posture, revealing a playful smile.

Ji Ling waited patiently for Xiao Chen’s response. He didn’t give her a single glance, still adopting the aloof and proud demeanor, looking down at his phone.

Through gritted teeth, she bid, "41 million."

"50 million."

"..."

Gu Cong raised an eyebrow and glanced at the person next to him. It felt a bit like bullying, even for his fiancée.

"60 million," Ji Ling kept bidding. Over the years, she had made several investments, earning a modest sum, and could afford to raise the stakes.

But if he was determined to continue the contest, she was helpless; even Gu Cong couldn’t compete with Xiao Chen’s wealth. Only Lou Ting might stand a chance in a bidding war with him.

At that moment, Yun Yue was leaning against a corner at the entrance of the auction venue, observing him hassle a woman with his wealth, somewhat uncharacteristic of her style.

Her eyebrows lifted playfully, curious to see how he would handle the situation.

Perhaps Xiao Chen was growing impatient. His gaze swept over Feng Ye, who was watching amused, and Feng Ye immediately got the hint.

Reining in his expression, Feng Ye seriously said, "Miss Ji Ling can bid any amount, and we will add 10 million on top of the existing bid."

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