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"Thank you, Ms. Wen."

Wen Qi went upstairs, and as she passed the study, the study door opened.

Lu Zhenhua: "Wen Qi, come in and let me talk to you."

Wen Qi raised an eyebrow and walked into the study.

The study was filled with smoke, and Wen Qi frowned and retreated to the doorway.

Lu Zhenhua didn't seem to care: "Did you watch the whole live stream?"

Wen Qi looked up: "Do I look like someone who has time to watch live streams?"

"..."

Lu Zhenhua suppressed his anger and tried his best to calm himself down: "Wen Qi, no matter what, we are family. Blood is thicker than water. This time, Ji Sheng was indeed confused and Fang Xue was ignorant. They did something wrong, and I understand that you are angry and want to vent."

"I won't stop you from demolishing the villa; consider it a way to vent your anger and give the entire internet an explanation." He then changed the subject, "But could you give me the surveillance footage from the villa for safekeeping? That's the Lu family's privacy; it wouldn't look good if it got out."

What he was obsessed with was the surveillance footage that contained the Lu family's scandals, Lu Jisheng's absurd actions, and that mysterious play. Once he got his hands on it, he could destroy it completely and preserve the last bit of dignity for the Lu family.

Wen Qi knew exactly what he was thinking, instantly seeing through his little scheme, but she didn't expose him at all. Her tone was crisp and decisive, and she agreed with unusually quickness: "You want surveillance?"

Lu Zhenhua nodded frantically, his eyes filled with anticipation, afraid that Wen Qi would change her mind: "Yes, yes, yes! I just want to keep it safe and never let outsiders see it, to protect the reputation of the Lu family."

"Okay." Wen Qi replied calmly without the slightest hesitation. "I'll have Butler Fang prepare it and send it to you tomorrow."

Such a swift and decisive action, without the slightest hint of harassment, left Lu Zhenhua stunned on the spot, his pupils constricting, his face filled with disbelief.

All the words he spent the whole night crafting and the emotional appeal he built up over half a day, were they all for nothing? Wen Qi actually agreed so easily?

He was even prepared for Wen Qi to make exorbitant demands and threaten him, but she didn't hesitate at all and immediately agreed. The contrast was so sudden that he didn't have time to react.

Seeing his dazed expression, Wen Qi's eyes flashed with a hint of barely perceptible amusement as she urged, "Is there anything else? If not, I'll go back to my room to rest."

Lu Zhenhua's lips moved slightly, his mind filled with countless thoughts: he wanted Wen Qi to participate in the auction in the name of the Lu family, he wanted her to help restore the Lu family's reputation, he wanted her to minimize the losses, he wanted her to let Fang Xue go... But when he saw Wen Qi's cold eyes, he lost his courage.

He was afraid that if he spoke out, Wen Qi would immediately rebuke him, and he would lose all face.

Seeing that he remained silent, Wen Qi didn't wait any longer. She walked straight to the study door and reached out to open it.

"Wen Qi!" Lu Zhenhua finally couldn't hold back any longer and hurriedly called out to her, his tone pleading.

Wen Qi stopped in her tracks, turned to look at him, and said bluntly and impatiently, making no attempt to hide her disdain: "Spit it out if you have something to say, stop beating around the bush."

Lu Zhenhua's cheeks burned from the rebuke, but he still forced himself to speak, just getting to the crucial point: "About international auction houses..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wen Qi turned around, opened the door, and walked out without looking back, leaving behind a nonchalant remark: "Not interested."

The door slammed shut, shutting out the oppressive atmosphere and anxiety in the study.

Lu Zhenhua stood frozen in place, staring at the tightly closed door, his face turning pale and then red, trembling with anger, yet utterly helpless.

"Damn Wen Qi! That's too much!" he cursed under his breath, but could only clench his fists tightly, without even the courage to refute her.

The negotiations he had been eagerly anticipating were completely manipulated by Wen Qi. He couldn't even finish uttering a complete request, leaving him extremely frustrated, yet he could only bear it all alone.

Meanwhile, Wen Qi returned to the master bedroom, relieved her fatigue, and took a comfortable hot shower.

Just as I changed into my loose loungewear, my phone rang crisply, and the contact name [Su Xinghe] appeared on the screen.

She answered the phone casually, her tone languid: "Feed."

Su Xinghe's cheerful voice, tinged with a hint of boasting, came from the other end of the phone: "Wen Qi! I went to great lengths to get the international auction tickets you requested. I'll deliver them to you first thing tomorrow morning, making sure you can attend without any problems."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qi raised an eyebrow slightly, her tone tinged with doubt: "Admission tickets? Didn't you already have them delivered this morning? The manager of Wanqi Hotel personally delivered them, with gold-embossed invitations; I've kept them all."

"No! I just received it from my uncle's special assistant, and I haven't had time to arrange for it to be delivered yet. How could it have been delivered to you this morning?"

Wen Qi's heart skipped a beat, and she instantly realized what was happening.

The admission ticket that was delivered this morning—wasn't arranged by Su Xinghe? Then who could it be?

Suppressing her doubts, she pressed on, "Have you found out exactly what's being auctioned this time?"