My Ares Son-in-Law

Zhou Keying stared intently at Qin Lingling, somewhat unable to comprehend it.

In her mind, why would Qin Lingling be willing to pay such a high price to bid for this item?
After all, Qin Lingling's family has recently run into some problems and is struggling to make ends meet; they simply don't have the time or inclination to buy this kind of thing.

Her mind was filled with doubt, her brows furrowed, and her eyes were full of inquiry.

In fact, Xiao Chen spoke to Qin Lingling through telepathy.

This is an extremely profound skill. The sound is like an invisible thread that enters Qin Lingling's ears directly, while those around her cannot hear it at all.

Therefore, Zhou Keying herself couldn't hear it. Even though she was sitting near Xiao Chen, she could only see Qin Lingling nodding slightly, but she didn't know what had happened.

Meanwhile, the spoiled brat who had initially been confident of victory was now sitting smugly in his seat, fantasizing that he was about to claim the "Bracelet of Oath" for himself.

However, the shout of "one hundred million" was like a bolt from the blue, instantly waking him from his dream.

The smile on his face froze instantly, as if he had been frozen in place, unable to move.

Immediately afterwards, his face turned deathly pale, as white as paper, devoid of any color, like a canvas drained of blood.

His body began to tremble slightly, and his hands unconsciously gripped the handrails tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Suddenly, Cheng Yaojin appeared out of nowhere!
And they're being so unreasonable, doubling the price directly!
This completely disrupted all his plans and fantasies.

He originally thought that his bid of 98 million was high enough and that no one would compete with him anymore.

He was already planning in his mind how to make a fortune by exploiting the hidden history behind the bracelet after he won the bid.

But now, all of that has vanished.

The key issue is that this price has far exceeded his authorized limit, and he simply cannot continue to pursue it.

He could only watch helplessly as the opportunity slipped through his fingers, his heart filled with regret and anger.

"One hundred million! For the first time!"

The auctioneer's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

He gripped the small golden hammer tightly in both hands, his eyes wide open, filled with excitement and anticipation.

In all his years in the auction industry, this was the first time he had encountered such a fierce bidding scene and such a high final price.

"One hundred million! The second time!"

The auctioneer shouted again, his voice echoing throughout the auction hall.

His gaze swept across the room, hoping someone else would make a bid and push the auction to an even greater climax.

"One hundred million! Third time! Sold! Let's congratulate this beautiful lady!"

As the auctioneer's delicate little golden hammer fell heavily, the crisp sound echoed throughout the auction hall, sealing the deal and bringing this fiercely competitive auction to a close.

In an instant, the entire hall fell silent, as if time itself had frozen.

Everyone's expressions were extremely strange, their faces filled with doubt, shock, and incomprehension. They looked at each other, their eyes conveying the astonishment in their hearts—an unfinished masterpiece could actually fetch a staggering price of one hundred million; this was simply beyond their comprehension.

Some people stared with their mouths slightly open, unable to close them for a long time; some people frowned, their eyes full of confusion; and some people shook their heads slightly, muttering, "This world is too crazy."

However, in this silence, only Xiao Chen's lips curled into a mysterious and gentle smile that went unnoticed by anyone.

The arc was like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, fleeting yet revealing his inner pride and ease.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking to himself, "I didn't expect to get it for 100 million. I thought it would cost 200 or 300 million. This bidding process is really boring."

It turns out that he had long been determined to get this "Oath Bracelet" and was confident that he could acquire it at a relatively low price. Now, the result is exactly as he wished.

Just then, the arrogant young man, who had been smug and thought victory was in his grasp, seemed unable to accept this sudden defeat. He sprang up from his seat like a powder keg that had been lit.

His eyes were wide open like copper bells, bloodshot, and his face was filled with anger and resentment.

He pointed at the stage, losing his composure, and roared hoarsely, "One hundred million?! How is that possible! Who would spend one hundred million on this! It must be a trick by your auction house! Deliberately inflating the price!"

His voice was sharp and shrill, echoing jarringly in the silent auction hall.

Before he finished speaking, a cold and dignified figure appeared beside the auction stage like a ghost.

Upon closer inspection, everyone realized it was Murong Wan.

She was dressed in a dark black cheongsam, the exquisite embroidery on which, like flowing lines, outlined her graceful figure.

Her posture was as upright as a pine tree, and her temperament as elegant as an orchid. Her long, black hair was piled high, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck.

Her gaze was icy cold, like two sharp swords, sweeping across the entire room; her eyes seemed to pierce through one's soul.

Finally, her gaze settled on the disgruntled playboy. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like the north wind in winter, clearly reaching everyone's ears and carrying a chilling edge: "Are you questioning the impartiality of my Qinren Club?"

"Are you still questioning the credibility of the Murong family?"

"The Murong family... the Murong family?!"

Upon hearing the name "Murong Family," all the top tycoons and martial arts practitioners present who knew the situation paled in shock, as if they had seen something terrifying.

A deep sense of awe appeared in their eyes, and their bodies trembled slightly involuntarily.

The Murong family is a family that holds a pivotal position in both the ancient martial arts world and the business world. Its power is immense and its foundation is profound, so no one dares to provoke it easily.

This spoiled brat dared to question the Murong family's credibility; he was undoubtedly provoking trouble and courting death.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the auction hall became extremely tense, as if a storm was about to break.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on Murong Wan and the spoiled young master, waiting to see what would happen next.

Although the纨绔 (wan ku, a spoiled brat) usually acted arrogantly and domineeringly because of his family's power, he was not entirely clear about the intricate power relationships in the ancient martial arts world and the business world. To him, the name "Murong family" was just a somewhat unfamiliar family name.

However, when he saw the usually aloof and powerful figures around him turn deathly pale upon hearing the name "Murong family," their eyes filled with deep awe and fear, he suddenly realized that his impulsive words had caused a catastrophe. (End of Chapter)