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Song Miaoli was utterly shocked.
Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her eyes fixed intently on the man across from her, afraid of missing even a single flicker of emotion.
The auctioneer stepped up to the stage, sharing a few polite remarks.
Perhaps some people noticed their table; perhaps no one did. Either way, it didn’t change the strange tension between Song Miaoli and Gu Nanyan.
Seeing her visibly fuming—her head practically steaming—Gu Nanyan found her more vivid and adorable than usual. For some inexplicable reason, he couldn’t help but curve his lips into a faint smile.
When Song Miaoli caught sight of his smirk, her anger soared to another level. The strapless gown rose and fell with her agitated movements, standing out even in the dim lighting.
“What are you looking at?”
She shot him a fierce glare, straightened her posture, and let the vase block their view of each other.
She was absolutely livid.
Back when she had first met Gu Nanyan at the hospital, she had fallen for him at first sight and started pursuing him. Her impulsive nature made her act without much thought. In fact, his status as a lowly employee even stirred a sense of pity within her—a wealthy young woman drawn to someone seemingly beneath her station.
Now, reflecting on it—
Gu Nanyan, this sneaky man, had hidden so much!
Every time she mentioned his boss or salary, how could he remain so calm, even casually echoing her words and occasionally letting slip a sigh?
…It had all been an act.
The illusion of their supposed “struggling doctor” and “poor employee” love story had been completely shattered.
In an instant, Song Miaoli recalled the first time she had broken up with him. Her excuse then had been about returning home for matchmaking and her parents’ disapproval. At the time, Gu Nanyan’s expression had seemed off.
She had assumed it was a blow to his pride.
Turns out, it was far more complicated than that.
He was probably laughing at her inwardly.
After piecing everything together, Song Miaoli felt even more unsettled. They were approaching nearly a year of knowing each other, and yet Gu Nanyan had only revealed his true identity now.
How patient could one man be?
She also remembered seeing Gu Nanyan earlier. Though she’d seen him in suits before, tonight’s attire exuded a different level of elegance.
It was as if he had transformed into a completely different person.
Yet, he still captivated her just the same.
In truth, Song Miaoli and Gu Nanyan had been together for quite some time. Since their reconciliation, they had spent several nights a week living together.
His clothes, at times, had even passed through her hands.
Likewise, after discovering Song Miaoli’s identity, Gu Nanyan had intentionally looked into her past photos.
Most of what was publicly available showed her in a white lab coat—the very image that had initially struck him as gentle and refined.
Tonight’s grand entrance was something he had never witnessed before.
The first item up for auction was a painting. By the time Song Miaoli snapped out of her thoughts, it had already been sold.
She opened her phone, unable to contain her need to vent.
Song Miaoli: [Little Gu, you despicable man!!!]
Su Mian: [??? What happened??]
Song Miaoli: [He pretended to be poor!!!]
It was nighttime, and Su Mian was lounging in bed watching a drama. Caught off guard by this message, her curiosity was instantly piqued.
Pretending to be poor?
Su Mian: [Despicable man!]
Su Mian: [What’s going on?]
When comforting a friend, one must first echo their outrage before asking questions—it ensured the sisterhood remained intact.
Song Miaoli, still seething, didn’t notice.
She typed furiously: [I’m at the auction today, and sitting across from me is President Gu of Zhongyue Technology. I thought it was odd they shared the same surname.]
Su Mian suddenly understood.
Previously, Chi Suisui had done a written interview with Gu Nanyan, so she knew a bit about him—not only was he the company president, but also a wealthy heir.
So that meant…
He and Dr. Song were actually well-matched.
Su Mian had known that Song Miaoli had been troubled by their differences, but now, with this revelation, there was no need for hesitation.
She replied: [Having money is great. Dr. Song, you won’t have to worry about not having air-flown flowers for your baths, branded gifts, or private jets for international travel.]
Song Miaoli: [Am I really that extravagant?]
Su Mian thought to herself, Of course you are.
Fuming, Song Miaoli set her phone down and glared at Gu Nanyan through the vase. Sensing her gaze, he glanced over.
Their eyes locked through the gap.
With a sharp turn of her head, Song Miaoli broke the contact.
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One by one, the auction items were sold. Soon, it was time for a luxury watch.
Coincidentally, Song Miaoli had seen Gu Nanyan browsing this brand before.
She had used his phone once, and someone had sent him pictures of this brand’s watches. At the time, she had assumed he was too poor to afford them, so he was just window shopping.
“…Starting bid is six hundred thousand.” After announcing the details, the auctioneer stated the minimum increment: “Each raise must be at least ten thousand.”
Of course, no one would bid in such small increments.
Though labeled as a charity auction, the proceeds would ultimately go toward charitable causes. None of the attendees were short on money—they were happy to spend generously.
Watch enthusiasts began raising their paddles.
“Eight hundred thousand!”
“One million!”
“…”
“One point five million!!”
With no further bids, the auctioneer called out: “President Gu from Table 2 has bid one point five million. One point five million—are there any higher offers?”
Gu Nanyan’s reputation carried weight.
Zhongyue Technology had been in Nan City for some time, and this was his first public appearance. Naturally, everyone gave him face.
Just then, the auctioneer’s eyes lit up. “Two million!”
Song Miaoli lowered her hand.
Her allowance was substantial, and aside from shopping, she rarely spent money. Since dating, even her shopping time had decreased.
Gu Nanyan glanced at the figure beside him.
Song Miaoli was clearly still upset with him. She had never shown interest in watches before.
In one breath, she raised the price to two million. The auctioneer called out a few times, and all eyes turned toward them.
Were these two really competing against each other at the same table?
Was Miss Song deliberately disrespecting President Gu?
Most people watched with glee. Song Miaoli was beloved in Nan City, always maintaining a neutral attitude toward everyone.
This was the first time anyone had seen her display such animosity toward someone.
Gu Nanyan leaned back slightly and didn’t raise the bid further.
Song Miaoli won the watch but felt even more frustrated.
She wasn’t particularly interested in the remaining auction items, especially the jewelry worn by others.
What had drawn her here was the jadeite piece. Its natural shape hadn’t been altered yet.
Chi Suisui’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Did you see the show?”
He Xingwang’s gaze lingered on the icy atmosphere between the two at the neighboring table. He was beginning to understand Chi Suisui’s penchant for drama.
He asked, “You enjoy watching this kind of show?”
Chi Suisui smiled at him. “A sister’s drama is naturally more entertaining than anyone else’s.”
She wouldn’t bother with others’ affairs.
As they spoke, it was time for the jadeite auction. The starting bid was three million, and many were interested. The price quickly climbed to seven million.
Only then did Song Miaoli intend to make her move.
Before she could raise her paddle, Gu Nanyan had already done so.
The auctioneer announced: “Eight million! Any higher bids?”
Song Miaoli was stunned and immediately raised her paddle: “Nine million!”
Gu Nanyan was competing with her for this too?
He didn’t care about jewelry, jade, or diamonds—so why was he buying this?
Could it be for another woman?
They were still boyfriend and girlfriend, after all. Instinctively, Song Miaoli glanced at Gu Nanyan, locking eyes with him.
By the time she came to her senses, the auction was over.
Gu Nanyan had won the jadeite.
“…”
Song Miaoli’s vision nearly blurred with frustration. This man was clearly doing it on purpose, knowing her weakness and using his charm to distract her.
The auction hall was now filled with amused spectators, delighted to witness Gu Nanyan and Song Miaoli clash twice in a row.
It seemed like personal grudges were involved—each had snatched what the other wanted.
Earlier, at the Renjian Club, President Huang had enlightened his fellow executives: “President Gu has an ex-girlfriend who resembles Miss Song.”
Everyone suddenly understood.
The ex-girlfriend must have done something to leave a bitter taste in Gu Nanyan’s mouth.
Many of the older executives, around Song Miaoli’s uncle’s generation, deeply worried about her future. Facing someone as formidable as Gu Nanyan was no easy task.
If President Gu held grudges, wouldn’t Miss Song be doomed?
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Tonight, the highest-priced item at the auction went to Gu Nanyan.
As the event concluded, a crowd gathered around him. Men wanted to network, while women sought opportunities to approach him.
From afar, Song Miaoli watched as Gu Nanyan was surrounded by a group of people.
Tall and lean, he stood out even in a crowd, his demeanor cold and aloof, like a crane among chickens.
“Miaoli,” Chi Suisui approached.
Song Miaoli turned. “Suisui, did you see that?”
Chi Suisui said, “President Gu?”
Song Miaoli nodded fiercely. “Yes, him! It’s Little Gu. He hid this from me for so long—I might not have found out if it weren’t for tonight.”
Chi Suisui raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you hiding things from him too?”
Song Miaoli fumed. “I didn’t lie this much! He pretended to be poorer than me! And I even secretly cried for him!”
Chi Suisui took a sip of her drink and asked, “Are you angry because he hid things from you, or because he hid so much, or is there something else?”
Song Miaoli fell silent.
She didn’t know what exactly made her so upset. It was as if she couldn’t find an outlet to release her emotions.
“What do you want with that watch?” Seeing her confusion, Chi Suisui changed the subject.
“To wear myself,” Song Miaoli said.
Chi Suisui couldn’t help but laugh.
Realizing what she had just said, Song Miaoli burst into laughter too. “I’ll give it to Xiaorui. He doesn’t seem to have a watch anyway.”
After chatting for a while, Chi Suisui and He Xingwang left.
A waiter carefully packaged the auction items and handed them to Song Miaoli.
Holding her bag in one hand and the paper bag in the other, she stood gracefully on the steps, her prominent shoulder blades adding to her elegance. She reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
The evening breeze lifted the hem of her dress.
Gu Nanyan stared unblinkingly until Song Miaoli noticed. She turned her head, feigning a cold expression.
Song Miaoli spoke, “President Gu certainly knows how to spend generously.”
Gu Nanyan approached her, his voice gentle. “Miss Song isn’t shy about spending either.”
Their eyes met.
Up close, Gu Nanyan’s gaze dropped slightly, noticing the faint marks on her lips where she had bitten them. They looked temptingly soft.
He said, “Let me take you home.”
Song Miaoli shot him a glance, her mouth running on its own: “President Gu must be busy with work—I wouldn’t dare trouble you.”
Go work overtime.
She had once pitied him for working late and even ordered takeout for him. Now, she wished she had ordered it for herself instead.
“Miaoli,” Gu Nanyan handed her a box. The light from inside the doorway softened his features, making him appear both cold and tender.
Song Miaoli’s eyes involuntarily drifted to the box.
Seeing the jadeite up close was entirely different from viewing it in pictures. Its delicate green hue shimmered with vitality and brilliance.
It was exactly her aesthetic.
Snapping back to reality, Song Miaoli struggled to tear her gaze away. She took a deep breath—they were still in the midst of their mutual revelations.
She wouldn’t let him bribe her!
And he had deliberately driven up the price against her!
She had come tonight specifically for the jadeite. After dating for so long, how could he not know she adored such things?
Once, when a box of her jewelry was discovered, she had lied, claiming it was fake street vendor junk to fool him. At the time, she had assumed he, being a typical man, wouldn’t know better.
Perhaps he had seen through her then.
Reflecting on it now, Song Miaoli realized Gu Nanyan was an endless abyss.
“I think you don’t need to reconsider breaking up,” Gu Nanyan said calmly. “Unless we no longer have feelings for each other.”
Song Miaoli thought to herself, Am I that easily persuaded?
—But a small voice whispered: Yes, you are.
Gu Nanyan loosened his tie slightly and added, “By the way, if we break up, your little robot might break down, and no one will be able to fix it.”
His gesture somehow carried a hint of playful arrogance.
Especially when his fingers slipped inside the tie and tugged downward.
Song Miaoli’s gaze was irresistibly drawn to him. When she finally met his eyes again, she felt a twinge of guilt.
Then, flustered and angry, she retorted, “Do you think I can’t afford someone else?”
Gu Nanyan didn’t call her bluff.
Come to think of it, she had been the one to approach him first.
Gu Nanyan looked down at her. “Aside from Zhongyue Technology, no one else would—or dares to.”
This was power. This was capital.
Song Miaoli wanted to call him a scheming jerk. She had originally thought the robot was some cheap knockoff bought online for two hundred bucks, with incomplete functionality. Yet, it turned out to be so precious.
Child, Mommy can’t afford to repair you.
The little robot had been with her for a long time. To say she felt nothing for it would be a lie—she wasn’t heartless.
Under the light, the jadeite emitted a faint green glow.
Song Miaoli’s eyes lingered on it, contemplating whether she could trade the watch for her beloved jadeite.
The price difference was several million…
Song Miaoli still tried to resist, determined to rescue her little robot: “There are plenty of ways. I can poach someone.”
Without men, she still had money!
In the world of wealthy women, anything was possible.
Gu Nanyan paused slightly. “Why not try poaching me?”
He believed no one else could meet her demands.
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