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

Huo Siyue stared at her phone screen, her pupils dilating in shock.

She recognized each of the six characters, and when put together, she wanted to set up a longevity tablet for He Sichen.

She took a deep breath and turned to look at He Sichen beside her.

He flipped through the auction catalog with a blank expression, his demeanor indifferent.

It was as if that message had been sent by a ghost.

I rely on.

The warrior of pure love fell to the ground.

This old man usually acts like he's sexually frigid, but when he does something, it's like a domineering CEO novel coming to life.

Let's light sky lanterns, brothers!

God is so good to her.

The couples she ships are all real!

Huo Siyue leaned close to Si Yimian's ear, her breathy voice trembling with excitement.

"Mianmian, you guessed it all right."

"He's going to do something big for you now."

Si Yimian's face remained expressionless after hearing this.

You scoundrel, you're smart to be sensible.

She turned her head and slowly glanced at He Sichen.

He Sichen happened to turn his head and look over as well.

Eyes facing each other.

The lamplight, dim and golden, fell between the two people.

His eyes showed little emotion, but his expression remained calm and indulgent.

She raised her chin slightly and glanced at him with the corner of her eye.

He Sichen looked at her like this, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

He lowered his eyes, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve for a moment before quickly smoothing out.

Their eyes met briefly in mid-air before they looked away.

The entire process was silent.

On stage, the auctioneer continued to raise the price.

"Forty-five million! Is there any higher?"

He Nanxian raised his sign: "Fifty million."

The room fell silent for a moment, then murmurs broke out.

Everyone could see that the young master of the He family was determined to win him over today.

Si Ningyou sat next to him, her expression gentle and restrained.

He Nanxian spent 50 million.

No one followed anymore.

Stable.

In this round, she won by default, while Si Yimian was left out.

"Fifty million, for the first time!"

The auctioneer raised his gavel.

Si Ningyou's heart jumped into her throat.

"Fifty million for the second time—"

The room was silent; no one placed a bid.

Si Ningyou's lips were already curled up.

One more hammer blow and it'll be hers.

She couldn't help but glance at Si Yimian in the back row.

She sat there quietly, looking detached from worldly affairs.

So stupid it's reassuring.

What's the point of having a marriage contract?

A man's heart is where his money is.

Let her occupy the title of engagement and sit on the sidelines.

Si Ningyou withdrew her gaze, a surge of joy welling up inside her.

She wanted He Nanxian's favoritism and to be the center of attention.

The goal is to make Si Yimian witness her arranged marriage partner spending lavishly on another woman.

This feels even better than simply snatching He Nanxian away.

"Fifty millionth..."

Just a second before the hammer fell, Huo Siyue stood up abruptly.

She put one hand on her hip and raised the other hand high, her index and middle fingers together, pointing towards the sky.

"Light the sky lantern."

The sound was crisp and clear, resounding throughout the venue.

The air condensed.

The next second, it was as if a depth charge had been dropped into the banquet hall.

All eyes in the room immediately turned to him.

The auctioneer's hand froze in mid-air, the gavel unable to fall.

Lighting sky lanterns is part of the auction house's rules.

No matter how much the other party offers, stick with it to the end.

They're burning money, but they're showing off their image.

"Ms. Huo, are you sure?"

"Absolutely certain."

Huo Siyue crossed her arms, determined to win.

"Whoever raises the price, I'll go all the way."

Flashbulbs went off rapidly as reporters pointed their cameras at Huo Siyue.

Si Ningyou's smile froze on her lips before she could even wipe it away.

It looks like it's been covered with a layer of cement.

She turned around abruptly, her gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing on Huo Siyue's smiling face.

What's going on?

Huo Siyue is trying to steal her away?

wrong.

Si Ningyou's gaze slid from Huo Siyue to Si Yimian beside her.

Si Yimian was quiet and reserved, like a naive little rabbit who had never seen the world.

But Si Ningyou feels physically nauseous just seeing her like this.

She had learned her lesson from the previous two mistakes.

She'd seen right through that brat's act of playing dumb.

It must be her.

She must have sent Huo Siyue to cause trouble.

"Nanxian, I..."

Si Ningyou turned her head, her voice low and urgent, her hand unconsciously clenching He Nanxian's sleeve.

"I know."

He Nanxian patted her hand reassuringly and held up a sign.

"Fifty-five million."

Huo Siyue didn't hesitate at all and followed suit immediately.

"Sixty million."

Si Ningyou's face turned pale.

Sixty million.

This number has exceeded her expectations.

But she can't lose.

She gritted her teeth, looked at He Nanxian, and her tone carried a hint of pleading.

"Nanxian..."

He Nanxian frowned.

Sixty million is no small sum.

But Si Ningyou's expression made it impossible for him to say no.

He sighed and continued holding up the sign.

"Sixty-five million."

Huo Siyue raised her sign: "Seventy million."

Si Ningyou's nails dug into her palm.

Seventy million? Huo Siyue didn't even blink.

What is this crazy woman after?

He Nanxian's ability to offer 65 million was already his psychological limit.

Acting on impulse is fleeting; returning to reason is the norm.

But she's different.

She needs this bracelet to pave a more solid path to her inheritance.

Now that Huo Siyue has interfered, everything is ruined.

He Nanxian put down the number plate in his hand, his brows furrowed.

He stood up, walked around several rows of seats, and stood in front of Huo Siyue.

He spoke politely, but his expression was not good.

"Siyue, Ningyou really needs this bracelet, could you...?"

"cannot."

Huo Siyue interrupted him, her tone curt.

He Nanxian lowered his voice: "Siyue, don't be willful. This bracelet has special meaning for Ning You."

"If you move aside, I'll consider it a favor I owe you."

Huo Siyue laughed in anger after hearing this.

"Oh, Young Master He, you've broadened your horizons."

"You spent 70 million to buy a bracelet to appease your 'white moonlight' (your first love), did you even ask the wife's opinion?"

She pointed at Si Yimian, her tone chilling.

"Besides, you sit next to her and take pictures of the bracelet, while Mianmian sits here watching all by herself."

"Where do you expect Mianmian to put her face?"

Huo Siyue crossed her arms and went all out.

"I'm going to bid on this bracelet."

"If you have the money, go for it. I'll take you even if you go to heaven."

"Anyway, I don't have anything else, but I have money."

"I, Huo Siyue, will never stand to see a green tea bitch taking advantage of a good person."

He Nanxian stood there, his face turning pale and then flushed.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Si Yimian.

Si Yimian sat next to him without even looking at him, her face expressionless.

I feel neither wronged nor angry.

He couldn't quite describe what that feeling was like.

"Mianmian..."

Si Yimian heard this and looked up at him.

"Brother Nanxian, what's wrong?"

His tone was polite, but with a hint of courteous distance.

He crouched down, his gaze level with Si Yimian's, his voice softening and taking a consultative tone.

"Mianmian, can you please persuade Siyue to stop filming?"

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts.

"You've always been so considerate, can you let Ning You have her way?"

He said this with absolute certainty.

Si Yimian always listened to him.

She used to obediently nod to whatever he said.

This time will probably be the same.

Si Yimian looked up at him, her gaze indifferent.

He Nanxian's heart skipped a beat when she looked at him.

In the past, she saw a pool of spring water in his eyes, where a single pebble could create ripples.

Now only a thin layer of polite ice remains, beneath which lies a deep, cold stillness.

Si Yimian said, "No."

He Nanxian thought he had misheard.

"What?"

I said no.

Si Yimian repeated it, her tone flat.

"I want this bracelet."