Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 62: What’s the Story with the Big Fool?

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: What’s the Story with the Big Fool?

Ye Yan did not know about Mrs. Qin’s WeChat posts regarding the Yin Yang Hospital, and soon it was Saturday.

The judging matter had her somewhat frustrated, but there was a more important task today, so she had to put it aside for now.

The auction was to start at 1 PM, and afterward, there was a dinner organized by the auction house.

Ye Yan did not plan to attend the dinner. She applied simple makeup and chose a fitted, ribbed knit dress with a bateau neckline, featuring a slit on the right calf that subtly revealed her slender, straight leg.

This outfit was neither ostentatious nor casual, sufficient for attending the auction.

Auction events like this were held several times a year in Hong Kong, attracting attendees not only from Hong Kong but also from Ao City and the inland areas.

Today’s auction was of moderate prestige, not frequented by many affluent businessmen, but rather it was the domain of ladies and wives.

Ah Si was waiting downstairs on time and handed Ye Yan a card.

"The sir gave this for madam to use."

Ye Yan took it. "Did he mention a spending limit?"

"The sir said there is no limit." No limit meant she could spend freely; spending billions probably wouldn’t be an issue, provided she had the capability to spend that much.

"The sir also said if madam takes a liking to something, she can buy it for herself."

Ye Yan had leafed through the auction items earlier; there was nothing she liked, or perhaps, nothing she could afford.

Driving from Ao City to Hong Kong over the Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macau Bridge, by the time she arrived at the auction house, many people had already taken their seats.

Ye Yan was contemplating which row to sit in when Ah Si respectfully reminded her from behind. "Madam, the sir has a private box."

Ye Yan suddenly felt foolish. With Fu Xingzhou’s status, how could he possibly sit among others like watching a movie? He certainly had a private spot.

Just as she was about to head there, a man and a woman walked down the aisle towards her.

The woman was in full makeup, wearing a haute couture off-the-shoulder dress, her neck and ears adorned with jewelry that was dazzling, her whole appearance screaming one thing: I am expensive.

Just as Ye Yan thought to avoid them, the person opposite had already recognized her.

"Isn’t this Meng Tian’s best friend?" Xia Mengyao clung tightly to Pei Ye’s arm, as if all the women in the world were out to steal her man.

Ye Yan really wanted to say: That’s totally unnecessary.

Pei Ye had also not expected to see Ye Yan here. When he had dated Meng Tian, she frequently mentioned her best friend, simply saying she was a VIP level doctor, nothing more.

The auction items here started at hundreds of thousands; how could a doctor afford them?

Pei Ye glanced behind her, where a tall, rugged man with a cold demeanor stood.

Could it be that she was being kept by this man?

The man, even though dressed plainly, did not look like a boss but rather like a bodyguard.

Ah Si felt someone sizing him up and looked back coldly, his gaze sharp like a dagger, giving Pei Ye a chilling sensation as if a blade had pierced his chest.

Not only of ordinary status but also quite fierce—so this was the type Meng Tian’s best friend preferred.

Contempt was evident in Pei Ye’s eyes.

No wonder, she and Meng Tian were just ordinary salaried workers, Meng Tian always had to be picky when buying clothes, and she never set foot in luxury boutiques.

Unlike Xia Mengyao, who from head to toe was all designer brands and treated like a VIP in any luxury store.

He wished he could stroll around the hospital every day not wearing his white coat, unlike Meng Tian who complained about this month’s bonus being lower than last, subtly hinting for him to pay when dining out.

On Xia Mengyao, Pei Ye experienced what it meant to truly throw money around, rather than being scrupulous with every detail.

Ye Yan pretended not to notice the emotion in his eyes and turned to leave with Ah Si.

"Miss Ye, I know doctors don’t earn much, but being around wealthy people day in and day out, you could afford at least one decent outfit, right?" Xia Mengyao couldn’t pass up this opportunity to ridicule someone, especially since the woman in front of her was Meng Tian’s close friend.

She couldn’t humiliate Meng Tian, but seeing her good friend embarrassed was exceedingly satisfying.

Ye Yan remained composed, yet her gaze turned to Pei Ye, "Mr. Pei’s outfit seems quite expensive, must have cost his girlfriend a pretty penny, right? Unfortunately, I don’t have a girlfriend like Mr. Chu, otherwise, I wouldn’t be wearing this."

"It’s none of your business how much money I spent; I’m happy to."

Ye Yan raised an eyebrow, noncommittal, but Pei Ye’s face turned red.

He could comfortably take and use Xia Mengyao’s things, but he was most wary of others calling him a kept man.

The main pair were both standing and ready.

"Yaoyao, let’s go, the auction is about to start." Pei Ye hurriedly left with Xia Mengyao.

After sending off the unwelcome couple, Ah Si took Ye Yan to a private room on the second floor.

The room was luxuriously decorated, fully equipped, and there was a set of valuable blue and white porcelain cups on the coffee table, each with a small "Fu" logo at the bottom.

Fu Xingzhou’s influence in Hong Kong was extraordinary, not inferior to his status as the Gambling King.

During the break, one could sit in this private room, and when the auction started, there were a row of dedicated sofas outside that provided a clear view of the main auction stage.

A waiter in a white shirt and black vest brewed tea and brought out a tablet for Ye Yan to order drinks and snacks.

Ye Yan looked up, "Ah Si, what would you like to drink?"

Ah Si, standing like a pillar at the doorway, was momentarily stunned before nodding, "Thank you, ma’am, I don’t need anything."

"Fu Xingzhou isn’t here; you don’t need to be so formal, sit down, it’s tiring to stand."

"This is my duty, ma’am, don’t worry." Ah Si remained standing steadfastly.

Ye Yan knew that Fu Xingzhou’s bodyguards were very professional and wouldn’t be swayed by a few words from her.

She ordered some snacks and a juice.

A waiter went to prepare the food, while another came in with a tablet, crouching slightly to explain the day’s auction items to Ye Yan.

She spoke fluent Mandarin, with clear pronunciation, and her explanation was thorough.

Actually, Ye Yan had already set her sights on a painting called "Hundred Sons Play," by the famous painter Cheng Daqian, which was over a hundred years old.

Old Mrs. Fu loved paintings, and she had once seen the elderly woman copying Cheng Daqian’s "Filial Piety." To someone like her, who didn’t understand art, it looked indistinguishable at first glance.

Securing this "Hundred Sons Play" as a birthday gift would not only save Fu Xingzhou’s face as a filial grandson but also delight the old lady, killing two birds with one stone.

"Isn’t that Meng Tian’s close friend?"

Shortly before the auction started, Ye Yan, holding her juice, sat on a sofa outside.

She was naturally beautiful and graceful, and her figure-hugging knit dress accentuated her curves, making her look unapproachably charming even in non-luxury attire.

"How is she there?" Xia Mengyao knew that these few private rooms were usually reserved for influential figures, and even her grandfather did not qualify to sit there.

"What’s the deal with that big guy?" Pei Ye frowned.

Could it be that he had misjudged and this imposing figure actually had quite the background?

Yet, why did he always stand behind Ye Yan, showing no emotion throughout, and why did the waiters keep serving Ye Yan tea and water, ignoring him entirely?

Xia Mengyao sneered, "Her close friend is quite something, clinging to someone influential. But she’s just here to broaden her horizons; real tycoons wouldn’t spend money on these superficial women."

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