The Story Before the Auction Starts

“Who is your wife!?”

Whoosh!!!

Grab!!!

Aayyyy!!!

Suddenly, Qi-Fu-Er's voice rang out as a hand flew at high speed, meant to smash Zheng-Fu's back. But with her speed, she was unable to do anything to him. Thus, Zheng-Fu was able to dodge the palm without receiving any attack. He reached out and grabbed Qi-Fu-Er's arm and pulled her into his embrace until she had to cry out in shock and embarrassment.

“Do you intend to hit your husband?” Zheng-Fu teased with a grim smile, staring at the girl.

"Who... who's an... anything with you? Do... don’t say such... such a silly thing... like... like that.” Now, Qi-Er's face was even redder with embarrassment than a ripe peach and as hot as a stove that its smoke evaporated along with her stuttering voice.

“So, what about that…”

“Stop talking like this. Otherwise, I will never speak to you again!” The girl immediately put her hand up to cover Zheng-Fu's mouth and told him to stop what he was about to say, with anger mixed with shame.