Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 64: What Did She Just Do

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: What Did She Just Do

Ye Yan was getting a little tired from raising her bid placard when a freshly cut fruit plate was brought out, filled with seasonally fresh fruits that you definitely couldn’t find at the local market or supermarket.

Just as she reached for a piece of fruit, Ah Si’s dead-serious voice rang out, "Ma’am, the next lot has started."

Ye Yan: ...

Wasn’t Fu Xingzhou’s bodyguard known for speaking very little? Why was he talking so much today?

Ye Yan quickly popped a slice of fruit into her mouth and raised her placard.

Ah Si: ...Ma’am, the bidding hasn’t started yet.

Chen Yadi finished introducing the lot, a gold ornament starting at 2.6 million Hong Kong dollars, definitely an antique.

Ye Yan raised her placard: 3 million.

Xia Mengyao looked puzzled; she thought Ye Yan only liked jewelry and was surprised to see her bid on an antique ornament as well.

Hesitant about whether to compete with her for it, someone else already offered a bid of 3.5 million.

Ye Yan, like a bidding machine: 4 million.

She couldn’t let down the big boss’s face; she was representing the big boss by sitting here!

After the bid reached 4 million, no one else raised the price.

"Old Liu, doesn’t your family need a new ornament? Why not bid?"

"Don’t be silly, you don’t know whose private room that is?"

"Fu..." The man had gotten out only one word before they both fell silent, the meaning clear.

Who would dare to compete with someone with the surname Fu? They probably didn’t want to mix in those circles anymore.

Ye Yan didn’t raise her placard for every item; after all, it’s not good to monopolize the good stuff. Doing so would only make enemies for the big boss.

That is until the painting "Hundred Sons Play" appeared.

That was the target Ye Yan was aiming for this time, and she was determined to get her hands on it no matter what.

"’Hundred Sons Play’ is a masterpiece by the famous painter Cheng Daqian, dated 113 years ago. It was previously held in the West Buckingham Museum in Portugal before being purchased back to our country by the collector Cheng Lu. It has great value for collection and history, with a starting price of 4.2 million Hong Kong dollars."

Someone bid: 5 million.

million.

6.5 million.

Ye Yan sat calm and composed, waiting until a familiar and clear female voice said, "8 million." Recognizing the voice and seeing the person, Ye Yan was somewhat surprised.

Nangong Yan slowly lowered her placard, poised and elegant, drawing the attention of many.

Being a painter herself, it was understandable that she would enjoy collecting paintings. Not many people here were specifically after this painting, so when they heard the bid of 8 million, they chose not to follow.

Competing with a painter for a painting seemed pointless.

After Nangong Yan finished bidding and saw no one competing with her, she showed a satisfied smile.

Old Mrs. Fu’s birthday was coming up soon, and this painting was something she intended to win as a gift for Old Mrs. Fu.

It was well-known in the circle that Fu Xingzhou was a devoted son. During the time Old Mrs. Fu was bedridden and couldn’t take care of herself, he took care of her intimately, attending to her day and night for three months.

If she could gain the affection and favor of Old Mrs. Fu, it would definitely make Fu Xingzhou regard her more highly.

"10 million."

Nangong Yan was still immersed in her beautiful fantasy when the sudden voice caught her off guard.

"Has she gone mad?" Xia Mengyao exclaimed. "Does she even understand art?"

Pei Ye’s face stiffened a little. He had thought Ye Yan was just there for the spectacle and didn’t expect her to continuously buy so many lots. The combined price was already over 20 million.

And the man standing next to her was definitely not the so-called big boss; the entire time, he had stood by like a bodyguard.

In the private box, there were no other appearances throughout, as if Ye Yan alone had full authority to represent the owner of the box.

Pei Ye thought that whoever was behind Ye Yan must be wealthy, so it was best not to offend him at the moment.

"Yaoyao, don’t lower yourself to her level. It’s just a lousy painting," he said.

Xia Mengyao gave him a stare. Was it just a painting that upset her?

In reality, it was only at the beginning with those earrings that she had quashed Ye Yan’s edge with five hundred thousand, but after that, she bid as if she was on a roll, nonchalantly raising her paddle, more like she was at a vegetable market than an auction hall.

Given her shabby appearance, the sugar daddy backing her surely wouldn’t be willing to spend much on her. If they knew she had paid the highest price for items that weren’t worth it, they would certainly hold her accountable.

Xia Mengyao raised her paddle: eleven million.

Pei Ye gave her a "are you crazy" look, his hands beginning to tremble.

Although Xia Mengyao’s maternal family had influence, spending ten million to buy a painting was something even her mother would have to think twice about.

Nangong Yan was also stunned.

She didn’t know who the owner of that box was. Just like Xia Mengyao, she subconsciously thought that it was just some boss’s canary sitting in there.

After gritting her teeth, Nangong Yan raised her paddle: twelve million.

She never expected a painting to fetch a price of twelve million.

Chen Yadi, having seen much of the world, knew that such situations often occurred at auctions. An item might not be worth so much, but the face of the big shots was definitely priceless.

In the auction hall, battles were waged without the smoke of gunpowder.

Ye Yan glanced at Ah Si, her look seemed to say that the price was absurd. Was an eight-figure sum really needed for just a painting?

Ah Si’s expression remained unchanged, he gave a slight nod.

Ye Yan had no choice but to raise her paddle again: fifteen million.

The whole room erupted.

Although the painting was indeed a work of Cheng Daqian and had some years on it, it was an early work. Both the style and skill showed immaturity.

If one were to appraise its market value, the highest would only be about ten million. Anything above that was certainly a losing deal.

Now it was Nangong Yan’s and Xia Mengyao’s turn to be wide-eyed.

"Yaoyao, let it be." Over ten million wasn’t a small amount, and they were about to get engaged. After marriage, it would become joint property, and he certainly didn’t want to spend ten million on a crappy painting. "It’s not even anything good, we don’t need it."

"No way." Xia Mengyao seemed as if she were under a spell, disregarding Pei Ye’s opposition, and straightened up with her sign: "Sixteen million."

"Seventeen million," Nangong Yan was not to be outdone.

Ye Yan looked at Ah Si again, who still nodded.

"Twenty million."

At that moment, a buzz of murmured conversations spread through the venue, clearly shocked and puzzled by the twenty million bid.

Nangong Yan bit down hard: "Twenty-five million."

Xia Mengyao wanted to continue bidding but was firmly held back by Pei Ye.

Ye Yan looked at Nangong Yan in front of her and then put down the paddle she was about to raise.

"Madam," Ah Si didn’t understand; at this point, they surely couldn’t give in. Why not hike the price up and make the others completely lose hope?

"No more," Ye Yan picked up some fruit to eat, "Since Miss Nangong likes it so much, I’ll not compete any further."

Ah Si: You really are a good person.

Nangong Yan thought Ye Yan would continue to bid, but then she casually started eating fruit, obviously having no desire to raise the price further.

"Congratulations to Miss Nangong, twenty-five million, sold." Chen Yadi brought down the hammer, and Nangong Yan woke up as if from a dream.

What had she just done?

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