No Competition With Her

The auction officially began.

Lin Wenyu sat in the front row with her parents, her gaze frequently drifting toward the center seats of the first row.

She couldn't hide her excitement. "Mom, that's Feng Xian! He's here too!"

Yun Ruyi glanced over and smiled. "When it's over, I'll introduce you to him."

Lin Wenyu eagerly nodded, her impatience clear on her face.

She had interacted with almost all of the Feng family members, except for the second son, Feng Xian.

In everyone's eyes, he was an exceptionally capable, proud, and cold man, rarely deigning to spare ordinary people a glance.

This was her chance—one she couldn't afford to miss.

She turned to glance back and, upon seeing Tang Qianmiao seated in a corner of the back row, a surge of superiority washed over her.

Her eyes deliberately lingered on the man beside Tang Qianmiao, filling her with disdain.

The first item was soon brought out: a landscape painting by a renowned contemporary artist.

The competition for the first round wasn't fierce—only three people bid.

After about seven or eight rounds, a pair of ancient pearl earrings, hundreds of years old and once exclusive to empresses and dowager empresses, was presented. Representing power and status, the piece was priceless.

Starting bid: three million.

Upon hearing the introduction, Lin Wenyu's interest surged, but the price was a bit steep for her.

After some consideration, she decided to bite the bullet and bid, intending to gift it to the Tang family matriarch, hoping to further endear herself to her stepfather's family.

So, as soon as the auctioneer finished, she promptly raised her paddle. "Three million, one hundred thousand!"

The auctioneer was about to speak when another voice sounded: "Five million."

The calm, unhurried tone made everyone instinctively turn toward the bidder.

The leap in price was so swift, crushing the first competitor.

Lin Wenyu's head whipped around, her eyes brightening when she saw it was Feng Xian.

She was thrilled—she and Feng Xian had set their sights on the same item, a sign of their equally refined taste.

Naturally, she wouldn't compete with him, knowing her place, and refrained from raising her bid.

Casting a fawning glance at Feng Xian, she hoped he might notice her.

But he didn't turn. His cold, distant eyes remained fixed on the stage, indifferent to everything else.

Just then, another buyer bid: "Five million, five hundred thousand."

Immediately after, someone else raised it to "Six million!"

The next moment, Lin Wenyu watched as Feng Xian casually lifted his paddle and uttered, "Ten million."

In an instant, Lin Wenyu's heart skipped a beat, then began pounding wildly.

So handsome.

Though the price had reached such heights, no one present was short on money. Soon, a new bid came in at twelve million.

Feng Xian raised the stakes directly to twenty million.

And then, the competition fell silent.

Some began to hesitate.

It wasn't a matter of money, but in their minds, the value of the ancient pearl earrings had a limit. Once surpassed, continuing to compete seemed pointless.

The auctioneer, sensing this, prepared to bring down the hammer.

But just then—

"Thirty million."

A calm female voice from the corner sent ripples through the crowd.

First, they were astonished by the unfamiliar face, and second, by her audacity in daring to compete with the second son of the Feng family.

The previous bidders were all influential figures, so it wasn't surprising for them to challenge the Feng family. But this girl... who was she?

When Lin Wenyu realized it was Tang Qianmiao who had raised the paddle, her initial shock quickly turned to amusement.

She nearly burst out laughing.

Leaning close to her mother, she whispered, "Cousin is truly ignorant, thinking the man she's clinging to can casually pull out thirty million for her. She's treating the auction like a child's game—how embarrassing."

Yun Ruyi sneered. "A child from the mountains—what does she know?"

"Young Master Feng is determined to win this piece. She must know that and is just bidding for fun. There's no way she could have that kind of money," Lin Wenyu said, quickly glancing back at Feng Xian, eagerly awaiting his next bid.

As everyone anticipated Feng Xian's move, his hand remained still.

Only when the auctioneer's hammer finally struck did the crowd snap out of their daze.

Lin Wenyu was both shocked and puzzled—Tang Qianmiao actually won?

Why didn't Feng Xian compete with her?

As confusion clouded her mind, a sense of schadenfreude emerged. Now, she thought, let's see how Tang Qianmiao plans to pay!

She turned to watch her cousin, expecting to see her flustered and panicking.

But she saw nothing of the sort.

Tang Qianmiao remained as calm as ever, as if she hadn't been the one to bid thirty million.

Even the man beside her showed no sign of worry, no trace of scolding her.

What was going on?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room—

The assistant glanced at Feng Xian and couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, didn't you say Madam loves these earrings and you wanted to gift them to her? Why did you give up so suddenly?"

Given his boss's previous determination, the assistant couldn't comprehend why he'd suddenly back down.

Feng Xian shot him a faint glance but offered no response.

The assistant silently closed his mouth.