Chapter 9 Who Made Her Wear That

Cao Qing stood at a distance to take a look.

She then pulled out a pair of long gloves embedded with pearls from her bag, which matched perfectly with the jewelry Wen Wanzhi was wearing.

"Here, put these on to cover up the scars. And look at your leg, why are there so many bruises? Be more careful in the future."

Watching Cao Qing crouch down to cover the bruises on her legs, Wen Wanzhi almost told her about her illness.

But she thought about it and held back.

There had already been enough going on lately.

This matter... she would tell her later.

They finally entered the main venue, with only ten minutes left before the auction was set to start.

Wen Wanzhi carefully went through the guest list several times, having a rough expectation in mind.

This wedding dress could fetch around ten million.

With that, she wouldn't have to worry about her grandfather's medical expenses anymore.

Bao Yancheng entered the venue and took his seat, with Xiang Yiran sitting right next to him.

As the man looked up, he instinctively searched for that familiar figure.

Bao Yancheng saw Wen Wanzhi sitting in the front row, her figure appearing slender and lonely.

Her long curly hair lazily draped over one shoulder, revealing the prominent butterfly bones on the other side, especially striking against her large expanse of pale back.

Bao Yancheng's throat tightened, and an uncontrollable heat surged through his body.

She seemed... to have never worn such a gown before.

Wen Wanzhi thought she heard someone calling her, and as she turned back to look, her eyes met Bao Yancheng's, brimming with desire and possessiveness.

For a moment, the bustling noise of the venue seemed to dissipate.

Bao Yancheng saw Wen Wanzhi's delicately made-up face, her exquisite clavicles, and the fair expanse of her chest.

And Wen Wanzhi clearly saw the desire swirling in Bao Yancheng's eyes.

Wen Wanzhi looked down, her face slightly flushed, and quickly averted her gaze.

She stood up and turned back, waving her hand.

Anger surged in Bao Yancheng along with his desire, his face displeased as he stared at the slender white legs revealed by the gown's slit.

Who told her to dress like this!

Coming toward Wen Wanzhi from a distance seemed to be the second son of the Ye Clan.

The surroundings buzzed with all kinds of gossip.

Bao Yancheng listened, his expression growing increasingly unsightly.

"Is that Wen Wanzhi? How did I not know she was so beautiful?"

"Bao Yancheng insisted on divorcing her, and now I don't quite understand why. I must be seeing her through 'beauty without guilt' glasses."

"The one sitting next to her is the second son of the Ye Clan, what's their relationship? They look so close! When did they hook up?"

"Look at these old men around, their eyes are practically glued to her."

Xiang Yiran, following Bao Yancheng's gaze, also spotted Wen Wanzhi in the distance.

Her heart itched with hatred.

She already looked like a seductive fox, and now she was dressed like this!

And when did she hook up with the Ye Clan?

Seeing Wen Wanzhi cough a few times, Ye Yazhou draped a coat over her, making Xiang Yiran secretly gloat.

She had almost forgotten, this bitch was about to die.

Her days of stirring up trouble were numbered.

After sitting down, Ye Yazhou's breath was still a bit unstable, his bright eyes fixed on Wen Wanzhi.

"Sister Wanzhi, you look too beautiful today, can I keep looking at you for a while longer?"

Wen Wanzhi gently elbowed him.

"Stop it, we're here to make money today, just watch carefully."

Ye Yazhou did not persist any further, sitting upright and turning his attention to the stage.

The auction was about to begin.

The items were brought out in succession.

There were Qing Dynasty fan leaves, Ru Porcelain ceramics, wines from famous Italian vineyards, and handwritten notes from great literary figures.

The atmosphere at the scene gradually became lively.

Finally, it came to the last item of the auction.

More than the precious antique items, what the guests were clearly more interested in was this Sanders wedding dress.

The lights in the venue dimmed, and spotlights along with flash bulbs converged on the stage.

The wedding dress that Wen Wanzhi had spent nearly a year handcrafting was thus presented before the audience.

The elegant fishtail design was sleek and graceful, with a fan-shaped train cascading in layers behind it.

The entire dress was covered with specially crafted embroidered lace, while the upper body was outlined with crushed diamonds and pearls.

Upon close inspection, the layered lace depicted the lifetime companionship of lovers through the imagery of two iris flowers, a testament to top-tier craftsmanship.

The perfect cutting technique and arrangement made the entire wedding gown shimmer with a dreamlike luster.

Bao Yancheng's expression subtly changed, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.

He had imagined countless times what Wen Wanzhi would look like wearing it.

He always had this feeling—

that the wedding dress was made just for her.

Wen Wanzhi's face remained composed.

She was too familiar with this creation.

She remembered clearly every stitch and every line.

She had sewn all her love for Bao Yancheng and her hopes for marriage into this wedding dress.

As the host introduced it on stage, the guests alternated between discussing and gasping softly in awe.

Wen Wanzhi felt a surge of bitterness in her heart.

She feared she might never be able to make another wedding dress again.

She already could not harbor any longing or expectation towards marriage.

"The starting bid is 5.5 million, let the bidding begin."

Ye Yazhou glanced at Wen Wanzhi, who was sitting calmly beside him and chose not to bid.

The price was called to 7.5 million.

The frequency of the bids began to slow.

Ye Yazhou unexpectedly raised his paddle, "8.5 million."

Bao Yancheng's face darkened, and his icy gaze directed towards where Wen Wanzhi was sitting.

She seemed to cast a slightly blaming glance at the person next to her.

While Ye Yazhou simply smiled, lowered his head to coo a few words, and said nothing more.

Bao Yancheng fixated on the cold and stunning profile of Wen Wanzhi, his brows furrowing.

He was not about to be fooled by the little play she and the young chap were putting on.

Seeing Ye Yazhou raise the paddle and call out a price, Xiang Yiran subconsciously felt it was Wen Wanzhi starting to compete for this Sanders dress.

She clenched her teeth, maintaining her composure, and was about to raise her paddle to bid.

Bao Yancheng laid a hand on hers.

"Do you have to have this one?"

As the price climbed to 9.5 million, Xiang Yiran grew anxious.

She looked pitiful on the surface, her words tinged with a hint of jealousy.

"Yeah, Yancheng, it's not like you don't know, I told you before, but you obviously didn't remember. Now seeing Sister Wanzhi about to bid, are you planning to let her have it, unable to bear taking it…"

Bao Yancheng was infuriated by her words but couldn't show his anger.

It was as if not letting Xiang Yiran secure the dress meant he, Bao Yancheng, was breaking his promises!

Xiang Yiran pitifully bowed her head, "Alright, let Sister Wanzhi have it then, I won't bid anymore."

Bao Yancheng disliked being manipulated.

But considering those actions of Wen Wanzhi that annoyed and disgusted him, he rubbed his brow and raised his paddle.

"15 million."

The audience gasped.

Wen Wanzhi too was astonished and turned around to see Bao Yancheng with a tense expression.

And beside him, Xiang Yiran smiling sweetly.

Ye Yazhou also looked surprised and leaned in to whisper to Wen Wanzhi.

"He's bidding so high, does he really want it? Isn't he buying it to give it to you?"

Wen Wanzhi smiled, covered her mouth with her hand, and responded quietly.

"Now… it seems he might be giving it to someone else."

Ye Yazhou couldn't help laughing out loud, "The poor fool! Alright, let me raise the stakes for him some more."