Ice-Type Imperial Green

"Ah! The renowned top campus belle of Jiangzhou University! What an honor!" Chen Fusheng jerked his hand free from Huo Xuan's grip and thrust his palm toward Lin Yue.

Ye Qian's sharp cough sliced through the air—her crimson nails digging crescents into her palms as both men's attention fixated on Lin Yue. The other woman's regal posture and celebrated beauty reduced her own meticulously curated allure to provincial kitsch, igniting volcanic jealousy.

Chen Fusheng belatedly recalled his fiancée's presence, retracting his hand with a politician's smile. "How do you know Huo Xuan, Miss Lin?"

Huo Xuan's introduction dripped ice: "The masterminds behind this class reunion—Chen Fusheng and Ye Qian."

Lin Yue inclined her head a precise five degrees. "Fellow alumni. A pleasure."

"Precisely!" Chen Fusheng pounced. "We're hosting Jiangzhou University's alumni gala this weekend. Your presence would elevate it from mundane to historic."

Class reunion ballooning into university-wide event? Huo Xuan's jaw tightened.

Lin Yue's smile remained diplomatic armor. "Schedule permitting."

"Until then!" Chen Fusheng's bow exaggerated deference.

Lin Yue handed the stone to Huo Xuan with a playful smile. "My lucky star, bless this gamble?"

The stone gambling trade lives by the axiom "one slice to poverty, next slice to riches"—30% expertise, 70% fortune. Thus her quip held sober truth.

Huo Xuan solemnly accepted the charcoal-black rock. Rotating it under fluorescent lights, his vision pierced the crust: a lone vein of celery-green jadeite amid worthless sediment.

"I don't fancy it. Priced at 90,000 yuan, it's overvalued," Huo Xuan stated plainly.

Lin Yue nodded, moving to return the stone.

Chen Fusheng intercepted with a smirk. "Miss Lin's discerning eye surely spotted treasure. I'll take it."

Idiot's asking to bleed cash, Huo Xuan cursed inwardly, face neutral. "My amateur opinion means little. It might surprise us all."

Lin Yue handed over the stone. "May your blade strike jade."

Chen Fusheng beckoned a technician. Ye Qian trailed behind, refusing eye contact with Lin Yue.

"Let me pick one for you, Senior," Huo Xuan offered.

Lin Yue brightened. "20% profit share if it greens out."

"And if it crumbles?"

"20% loss compensation," she deadpanned.

Moments later, Huo Xuan halted before a watermelon-sized ​black wusha gravel priced at 99,000 yuan. Its obsidian surface spiderwebbed with pine-needle patterns.

His vision penetrated the crust—and his heart lurched. Nestled within: a teapot-sized core of ​ice-grade imperial green jadeite.

Ice-Grade Imperial Green—monarch of jadeite hues, its viridian saturation unmatched. Coupled with glacial clarity, the stone's value skyrocketed beyond conventional appraisal.

Lin Yue noticed Huo Xuan's fixation on the black wusha gravel. "Interested in this one?"

Huo Xuan wrestled internally. This teapot-sized imperial green could fetch millions. But with my vision, better jade awaits. Aloud: "This piece shows promise. Your call, Senior."

"Your luck's my compass." Lin Yue summoned an attendant.

At the cutting zone, Chen Fusheng's 90,000 yuan stone lay bisected—a hairline green thread mocking its price tag. Onlookers murmured pity.

Ye Qian needled, "Ninety grand for gutter rock."

"Chump change!" Chen Fusheng snapped, spotting Lin Yue's approach. "Miss Lin! Testing your pick?"

Lin Yue nodded. "Huo Xuan's choice."

Chen Fusheng's smirk returned. "What do you know about stone gambling? Don't waste her funds on this dud."

Huo Xuan traced a chalk circle on the watermelon-sized stone. "The blade will tell."

The technician nodded, aligning the diamond saw precisely. Client directives absolved him of liability—and this marking showed competence.

Tension thickened as the blade whirred. Lin Yue's breath quickened, eyes locked on the black wusha gravel. Chen Fushen muttered inwardly: May it crumble to dust.

Huo Xuan alone stood serene—destiny already decoded.

The first slice thudded onto the felt. Gasps erupted—a searing emerald glow radiated from the cross-section.

"Greening out!" a spectator shrieked.

Rotating the slab, the technician's hands trembled. "Miss Lin! Ice-grade imperial green jadeite! This... this is historic!"