Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 65: Spending Money Like Water

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Spending Money Like Water

The auction hadn’t ended yet, but Nangong Yan had already lost the desire to stay any longer.

"Twenty-five million, Miss Nangong really spends money like it’s dirt," someone commented.

"That painting is worth at most just over nine million, and it doesn’t have much room for appreciation. It’s a total loss no matter how you look at it."

"What do you know? She’s an artist; she must be collecting for the sake of art."

"I heard she recently got involved with Mr. Fu..."

"Shh, don’t spread rumors." The other made a throat-slitting gesture.

Nangong Yan went to the lounge and dialed Sister Fang’s number.

When Sister Fang found out she had spent twenty-five million on a painting, she was so angry she nearly had her blood pressure soar to 250.

It took a while for Sister Fang to catch her breath and confirm again, "You’re not kidding me?"

While wiping away her tears, Nangong Yan said, "Everything was fine, but then two people came out of nowhere and started bidding against me. After that, I was like possessed; the numbers didn’t seem to be coming from my mouth. Yes, Sister Fang, I’m cursed. Someone must have hexed me; please, go find a shaman to check on me."

Nangong Yan was utterly convinced of her own speculation.

If Sister Fang had been there, she would have definitely slapped her twice.

"The Fu Family is no ordinary household; even if you bought this painting for twenty million, they wouldn’t care. Old Mrs. Fu is no common woman; she can’t be won over by just a painting. You’ve spent your money so unwisely." Sister Fang sighed repeatedly, "Also, don’t you know how much money you have?"

It was true that Nangong Yan had once sold a painting for an astonishing five million, but the buyer was Mr. Li.

Mr. Li was not buying the painting, but her as a person.

Thinking of the state Nangong Yan was in when she was sent back the next day still sent shivers down Sister Fang’s spine.

"And those paintings, you know better than anyone else," Sister Fang’s tone chilled, "I’ve told you, not listening to me will only bring you ruin."

"Sister Fang, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have decided to buy the painting on my own. I was wrong, I really was."

She was not like those wealthy businessmen for whom a few million was just a contract. She was just a young artist, not yet firmly established.

"What’s the use of realizing your mistake now? Can you return something you’ve already bought? Don’t you care about your reputation?" Sister Fang took a deep breath, "Since you’ve bought it, make it deliver its utmost value, and you must not mess up Old Mrs. Fu’s birthday celebration."

Mess it up!

This was Ye Yan’s first reaction after the auction ended.

Even though Fu Xingzhou had said there was no limit on the card and the private room represented his status, she was not a sucker, nor did she want Fu Xingzhou to be one.

Fu Xingzhou’s money was still money, not blown by the wind or floated in by the sea. His achievements were not due to luck but built brick by brick on his own talent and capability.

Ye Yan and Ah Si exchanged a long glance, and Ah Si deflatedly said, "As long as Madam is happy."

Happy, how could she be happy?

Ye Yan, who had been holding her breath for too long at the auction, took the chance to breathe freely and walked aimlessly along the tree-lined path without a rush to return.

Ah Si followed at a moderate distance.

"Someone’s fallen, someone’s fallen," an odd voice suddenly rang out, but the wide road ahead was empty; there was no one around.

Even Ye Yan, a materialist, couldn’t help but be startled.

She stopped and searched around; the same voice came again: "Someone’s fallen, someone’s fallen."

This time she was certain the voice was coming from the hillside.

There was indeed a path there, obscured by the dense woods, hard to discern.

Seeing Ye Yan suddenly heading up the hill, Ah Si immediately followed.

Indeed, there was a person collapsed on the mountain path, with white hair and a frail body—an old man. Next to him was an overturned birdcage, from which a red-green parrot was sticking its head through the bars, incessantly squawking: "Someone’s fallen, someone’s fallen."

The parrot was practically enchanted.

Ye Yan stepped forward to check on the old man’s injuries and found that he had fallen due to his advanced age and was unable to get up, but there were no fractures.

Ah Si stepped forward to pick up the old man while Ye Yan lifted the birdcage from the ground.

"Thank you," came the appreciation from a parrot.

Ye Yan found it extremely amusing.

The old man lived not far away in a simple courtyard filled with many cages.

"The old man is back."

As soon as they entered the courtyard, a variety of sounds emitted from these cages, high and low, coarse and fine.

Ye Yan didn’t have time to investigate further and immediately tended to the old man’s wounds.

The old man was conscious the whole time.

He had a habit of walking up the mountain every day; probably the rain from the previous day made the mountain path slippery, causing him to fall and be unable to rise.

At first, he had the strength to call for help, but later even his mouth wouldn’t move.

During this time, it wasn’t that no one had come by, but many hurried away after hearing the noise, fearing unnecessary trouble.

He didn’t blame the indifference of people; it was the cold water thrown straight into one’s face that caused estrangement and lack of trust and cooperation among them.

The old man had an uncommon appearance, with a hint of a noble aura.

"Miss, thank you," the old man was mostly unharmed, save for a scraped knee and a twisted ankle, "If it wasn’t for you today, this old man fears he would have died on the hillside."

"Please don’t mention it, sir. I am a doctor, so it’s what I should do," Ye Yan got up to bid farewell.

As she walked through the courtyard, several birds were hopping around in their cages.

"Thank you."

"Thank you, doctor."

"Stay for a meal."

Not only Ye Yan but even the poker-faced Ah Si was shocked.

These birds were like spirits, not only mimicking human language but also utilizing it effectively.

If it hadn’t been for the bird that the old man carried, constantly calling for help, they wouldn’t have found the injured person.

The old man sat in his chair, smiling kindly, "All my life, I’ve dealt with birds, and never expected to be saved by one in the end."

"Mr. Fu, the birds you raise are quite impressive." Ye Yan approached the nearest birdcage, where a parrot with a green body and a bright yellow spot on its head stood, its round eyes watching her.

"Hello," Ye Yan waved at it.

To her surprise, the parrot responded with "hello" in eight different languages.

The old man’s laughter rang out warmly: "That’s Jiangcha, the smartest one here, able to speak eight languages."

Ye Yan: ...

It seemed she was not as capable as a bird.

Jiangcha puffed up its neck somewhat arrogantly, its little proud demeanor both cute and cool.

"Mr. Fu," a bold and novel idea suddenly struck Ye Yan, "Do you lend out your birds?"

The old man smiled: "I definitely wouldn’t lend to others, but young lady, to this old man, you’re a lifesaver. I wouldn’t blink an eye even if it meant giving it away, not just lending. If you like Jiangcha, I’ll give it to you."

Ye Yan couldn’t know how much effort it took to raise these birds.

But a gentleman does not seize what others love; even if the old man was willing to give, she could not accept.