The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

Qin Enyu's face grew increasingly pale.

She had never been subjected to such public torture in her entire life.

She thought to herself, "Luckily, I had my assistant take a picture earlier."

The angle is cleverly chosen; enough to warrant a press release.

Just bear with it a little longer.

"I just..."

Before she could say anything more, He Sichen had already looked away, interrupting her.

"besides."

"This seat is taken."

Qin Enyu was taken aback.

She came here because she saw that the place was empty.

"Mr. Tsuru, there doesn't seem to be a placeholder sign here..."

"Yes, we have it now."

Huo Siyue's voice came in from behind.

She pulled Si Yimian along and swaggered over.

"Qin Enyu, that chair under your butt is mine."

Qin Enyu turned around and saw Huo Siyue's smiling face.

"Miss Huo, this..."

"What is this?"

Huo Siyue crossed her arms and raised her chin.

"You're taking up my space, what, trying to parasitize my seat?"

"Or does this chair have suction cups? Is it stuck to someone's face and can't be removed?"

Qin Enyu's face turned pale and then flushed, and she gritted her teeth.

People around were already glancing at them.

She can't afford to crash here again.

The photos are taken, that's enough.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

She stood up awkwardly, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Sorry to bother you."

After saying that, she lifted her skirt and quickly left.

She took two steps and then looked back.

Si Yimian stood obediently next to Huo Siyue.

When he saw her looking over, he even smiled at her.

The smile was clean and pure, but Qin Enyu felt a chill run down her spine.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

wait.

If she can't handle Huo Siyue, can't she handle Si Yimian?

Huo Siyue watched her retreating figure and clicked her tongue.

"His skin is thicker than my house wall."

Si Yimian smiled with her lips pursed, but didn't reply.

He Sichen raised his hand and beckoned a servant.

"Change the chair."

The waiter stared blankly at the perfectly intact velvet chair.

"Mr. Tsuru, is this chair damaged in any way?"

He Sichen: "It's dirty."

The waiter was even more confused.

This chair was just disinfected, and the covers are all new. Where is it dirty?

But he didn't dare ask any more questions, bent down and moved it away, replacing it with a new one.

Huo Siyue watched the waiter move the chair away and then whispered in Si Yimian's ear.

He said the chair someone had sat on was dirty.

"Isn't this like pointing at a monk and calling him a bald monk?"

Si Yimian suppressed a laugh and gently tugged at Huo Siyue's sleeve.

"Yueyue, stop talking."

"If you say that again, he'll even replace the flooring."

Huo Siyue paused for a second, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, Mianmian, your mouth..."

"You two are a perfect match, one with a sharp tongue and the other with a witty remark."

As she spoke, Huo Siyue pressed Si Yimian down into the newly replaced chair.

"Sit down, sit down, your legs will get swollen if you stand for too long."

Si Yimian was pushed so hard by her that she stumbled, and as she sat down, her knee bumped into the leg of the person next to her.

He Sichen neither dodged nor looked at her.

He flipped through the auction catalog, acting as if nothing had happened.

But his knees didn't move.

Si Yimian didn't move either.

The two people's legs were pressed together through two layers of suit fabric, and the warmth spread outward from the small patch of skin that was in contact.

He Sichen's manual was stuck on a certain page, and he didn't turn to it for a long time.

His attention wasn't on the paper at all.

Si Yimian curled the corners of her mouth and subtly rubbed her knees against him again.

He Sichen paused as he flipped through the manual.

Then, he tilted the manual slightly toward her, at an angle that just covered the area below their knees.

She tilted her head and leaned closer to look, her hair brushing against his wrist.

"Dr. He, do you like this?"

"dislike."

He Sichen glanced at her sideways.

"This Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain plum vase with a figure and story design has a starting bid of 800,000 yuan, but its actual estimated value is no more than 600,000 yuan."

Why?

Si Yimian looked completely bewildered.

She paused, then lowered her voice.

"Is there a spendthrift elf living inside, always trying to rip off unsuspecting people?"

He Sichen: "..."

He flicked her forehead with his finger, giving her a crisp tap.

"The foot is weak, the body is too dry, and the glaze is superficial."

"I've taught you so many times: when judging something, look at its bottom; when judging a person, look at their eyes first."

Si Yimian covered her forehead and pouted.

"Dr. He is fierce."

"You're being aggressive, yet you're still coming closer?"

"Because Dr. Crane smells good."

He Sichen felt a heat in his ear and turned his head away.

But the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Huo Siyue's gaze swept between the two of them, then she silently looked away, picking up the handbook to cover the corners of her mouth that were curling up to her temples.

Damn, that's awesome.

This is so cute!

They're absolutely divine!

When He Nanxian arrived, the auction had not yet started.

His gaze swept across the entire room, and he first spotted Si Ningyou.

She sat in the second row by the aisle, the earrings on her earlobes shimmering softly under the lights.

There was an empty seat next to her, clearly reserved for him.

He Nanxian paused for a moment, then walked towards her.

"Ning You".

Si Ningyou looked up, paused for a moment, and then smiled.

"Nanxian? Why are you sitting here? Mianmian is over there."

She gestured with her chin toward the third row.

He Nanxian looked in the direction she pointed.

Si Yimian sat between He Sichen and Huo Siyue, her face upturned with a smile on her lips, talking to He Sichen.

I didn't even notice him.

He Nanxian looked at the scene, feeling a tightness in his chest, as if something was blocking his throat.

He looked away and sat down next to Si Ningyou.

"My older brother is with Mianmian, I'll sit here and keep you company."

Si Ningyou lowered her eyes and smiled, her tone gentle yet slightly embarrassed.

"If you keep doing this, Mianmian will be unhappy."

He Nanxian did not respond.

He didn't know why either.

Mingming intended to sit down when she walked over, but her feet moved faster than her brain, and she stopped next to Si Ningyou first.

Maybe it's just a habit.

On these occasions, he always sat next to Si Ningyou.

He remained silent for a moment, then his gaze couldn't help but drift towards Si Yimian.

"Nanxian?"

Si Ningyou's voice brought him back to reality.

"Um?"

"What are you looking at?"

He Nanxian looked away and smiled.

"Nothing, what did you just say?"

Si Ningyou glanced at him, her gaze sweeping across his face before drifting towards the row in front.

Then he took it back and repeated it with a smile.

"I really want that bracelet from Canglan. My grandmother used to..."

"You know that too."

"Um."

He Nanxian responded, and a waiter brought over a glass of champagne. He took a sip.

"I'll take the picture for you later."

Si Ningyou smiled and reached out to take his arm.

"Nanxian, you're so good to me."

He Nanxian didn't speak, but patted the back of her hand. The person in his mind was Si Yimian.

"The next item up for auction is the highlight of the evening."

The lights dimmed, and the auction began.

The auctioneer stood on the stage, his pace expertly controlled.

The previous items were sold one after another, and the prices were all within a reasonable range.

Finally, the auctioneer raised his voice.

"Next up is one of the grand finales of the evening, number 037, a sky-blue glass-type jade bracelet named 'Canglan'."

"Pure in quality, flawless throughout, and as blue as a clear sky, starting bid: 30 million."

The lights dimmed, and a spotlight shone on the exhibition stand.

The bracelet lay quietly in the velvet box, its clear, icy blue hue gleaming under the light.

Si Ningyou sat up straight nervously.

Thirty million.

He Nanxian raised his sign, his voice not loud, but everyone in the room heard him.

Thirty-five million.

Someone in the back row was bidding against me.

"Forty million."

The price was very tight, and He Nanxian raised his paddle without hesitation every time.

"Forty-five million!"

Huo Siyue held up the sign and turned to wink at Si Yimian.

"Mianmian, you must wear this blue bracelet on your wrist."

Beside him, He Sichen suddenly turned his head and his gaze fell on Si Yimian's face.

"want to?"

He asked directly, in a low voice, so that only she could hear him.

Si Yimian is neither pretentious nor fake.

"think."

He Sichen withdrew his gaze and said nothing more.

He picked up his phone and started typing with his eyes down.

Huo Siyue's phone vibrated.

She lowered her head, her pupils dilating in shock.

The screen displayed six words: "[If you light a sky lantern, I'll cover for you.]"