Chapter 10 How Could It Be Her

Bao Yancheng's face was tight, and Xiang Yiran beside him was all sweet-faced.

Ye Yazhou also wore a look of surprise, leaning over to whisper in Wen Wanzhi's ear,

"He bid so high, does he really want it? Isn't this what he bought to give to you?"

Wen Wanzhi smiled, covered her mouth with her hand, and whispered back,

"Now... it seems it will be given to someone else."

Ye Yazhou couldn't help but laugh out, "Big fool, okay, I'll raise the bid for him."

The auctioneer scanned the room, "15 million once, 15 million twice..."

Bao Yancheng watched from afar as Ye Yazhou and Wen Wanzhi whispered intimately, his heart churning with complex emotions, furious, he wished he could just grab the woman and discipline her properly.

They were not yet divorced; she was still his wife!

Xiang Yiran, seeing the item almost within grasp, relaxed comfortably against the back of her wheelchair, feeling like she was the happiest woman in the venue.

"18 million."

Ye Yazhou casually raised his hand to bid, glancing in Bao Yancheng's direction with a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth.

Cheng Tong sitting beside him was shocked.

He had investigated Ye Yazhou, whose liquid funds amounted to no more than 15 million.

Now bidding up to 18 million, his cash flow definitely couldn't support it.

Bao Yancheng had naturally thought of this too, he casually put down his bidding paddle, crossed his arms, leisurely leaning back in his chair to watch the show, clearly not intending to bid any further.

Wen Wanzhi didn't expect the price to go so high; she felt a bit uneasy.

Does Ye Yazhou have that much money?

Even though the Ye Clan was one of the wealthiest families nationally and even globally, comparable to the Bao Family, he was just a young master who had recently returned to the family, not necessarily having so much cash on hand.

Wen Wanzhi whispered worriedly, "Don't bid too high."

Ye Yazhou blinked reassuringly at her, patting the back of her hand.

"Don't worry, if he doesn't bid, that lady might not be able to sit still."

Xiang Yiran still wasn't aware that Ye Yazhou had seen through her every move.

Seeing Bao Yancheng apparently not planning to bid any further, she anxiously grabbed the man's sleeve,

"Yancheng, aren't you going to continue bidding? One more bid and we'll definitely get it."

Bao Yancheng, barely hiding the impatience on his face, withdrew his sleeve from Xiang Yiran's hand, his tone cold, "We'll buy something else."

"18 million once, 18 million twice..."

Ye Yazhou began to figure out how to borrow some money from his brother.

He really only had 15 million in liquid funds.

At the moment of the hammer fall, a delicate female voice rang out,

"20 million!"

Xiang Yiran bid recklessly.

If not for her poor mobility, she would have almost jumped up in excitement.

She understood then; it wasn't that Yancheng couldn't afford the money.

He simply didn't want to spend it on her!

Back in the day, how he treated Wen Wanzhi—luxury cars, designer bags, jewelry, he spared no expense, even the marital home was a high-valued asset worth over a hundred million.

The auctioneer called for the price three rounds, hammering down, "20 million, sold!"

Amid cheers and applause, Bao Yancheng's face turned iron blue, his lips pressed tightly, jaw clenched, extremely displeased.

Had he perhaps spoiled Xiang Yiran a bit too much?

She was determined that he wouldn't let her be embarrassed here.

What made him even more furious was the obvious joy on Wen Wanzhi's face when the wedding dress was sold!

She must have wished this wedding dress would fetch a good price.

In the Bao Family and in business circles, Bao Yancheng was used to being completely indulged.

Now, both Wen Wanzhi and Xiang Yiran were beginning to openly defy him!

Cheng Tong's vision darkened; he had already recited prayers to all the immortals he could think of in his mind.

Miss Xiang didn't know the whole story behind this wedding dress.

If they knew, there would definitely be an uproar at home.

20 million meant nothing to President Bao.

But spending that money... it really felt suffocating.

Ye Yazhou suppressed his urge to laugh, keeping his expression normal as he stealthily gave Wen Wanzi a thumbs up.

"That scared me to death, I almost had to ask someone for a loan."

Wen Wanzi was also amused.

She knew that Xiang Yiran couldn't afford this money by herself.

In the end, the one who would be the real big loser was Bao Yancheng.

For the first time in a long while, Wen Wanzi felt a sense of relief in her heart.

The amount this dress fetched at auction was even greater than expected.

Perhaps she could use it for medical treatments, or even hire someone to investigate her mother's death...

Wen Wanzi's thoughts were interrupted by her phone vibrating—Cao Qing had sent a message.

Cao Qing: You should get ready backstage, it will be your turn after this procedure.

She replied with an 'ok' emoji, greeted Ye Yazhou, and then left her seat.

Despite his displeasure, Bao Yancheng, always caring about appearances, still pushed Xiang Yiran's wheelchair onto the stage and signed the agreement, following the procedure.

There was a buzz of conversation among the audience.

"Isn't that Bao Family's newly adopted daughter? Looks like she's not just an adopted daughter but the new daughter-in-law?"

"They even bought Sanders for her, what else is there to say, the special care a brother for his cousin? I won't believe it if you told others."

"Right, Bao Yancheng and Wen Wanzi got divorced after this adopted daughter came into the picture."

"So, is that why Wen Wanzi hooked up with the son of the Ye Clan? Man, what a drama I'm witnessing."

Watching Bao Yancheng with a cold expression yet efficiently finishing the signing procedure, Xiang Yiran felt sweet inside, her face unable to hide her smile.

As Bao Yancheng pushed Xiang Yiran to the side of the stage, they heard the host announce,

"Tonight we are fortunate to have Sanders herself here, and we are greatly honored to be the platform for Sanders' first public appearance. Please welcome her."

The spotlight shifted to the side of the stage, and a woman confidently walked to the forefront in thin high heels.

With lazy long black curly hair and a high-slit velvet slip dress, Wen Wanzi swayed gracefully with each step.

"Impossible?! My God, how can it be her."

"This must be a publicity stunt, right? Or is this a variety show? Where are the cameras?"

"It has to be true, Sotheby's wouldn't joke about their reputation. All this was verified."

"No way, hard to accept, I need a moment to process."

Xiang Yiran hastily asked Bao Yancheng to turn around; she couldn't wait to get back under the stage.

She wanted to see the true face of Sanders now!

After a burst of dazzling lights, Xiang Yiran's smile froze on her face, her eyes reddened, her expression gradually twisting.

How could it be Wen Wanzi!

Bao Yancheng also saw the woman under the spotlight, standing there confidently and beautifully.

He clenched his fists, his eyes filled with shock, the veins on the back of his hands standing out.

Sanders, it was actually Wen Wanzi!

She had carefully asked him how this wedding dress looked...

He had gone through so much trouble to purchase this wedding dress.

He presented it to her like offering a treasure, earnestly hoping to win her heart.

At that moment, Bao Yancheng felt like a fool.

"Hah... playing me."

The man's eyes reddened, like a lion provoked.

Old scores and new debts, they couldn't just be left unsettled!

"Yancheng, where are you going?"

Xiang Yiran stood helplessly in place, watching Bao Yancheng disappear backstage.