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Wen Xiaoya's body jolted upon hearing these words.

She turned to look at Wang Ye, her hands bulging with nervousness.

"Wang Ye...it's our turn."

"Go ahead and take the things upstairs."

Wang Ye patted her hand: "Relax."

Wen Xiaoya took a deep breath, stood up, lifted her dark blue starry dress, and stepped onto the stage in high heels.

The spotlight in the center of the stage instantly focused on her.

Gasps of shock filled the previously dimly lit auditorium once again.

Wen Xiaoya looked so beautiful standing on the stage.

A large expanse of snow-white skin on her back reflected the light under the spotlight, her butterfly-shaped shoulder blades were breathtakingly beautiful.

Zhao Feng sat in the front row, looking at Wen Xiaoya on the stage, and was so jealous he was almost going crazy.

Wen Xiaoya walked to the front of the podium and took a deep breath.

She lifted the red silk cloth on the tray.

The tray contained neither valuable antiques nor exquisite handicrafts.

There was only one crayon drawing made on extremely cheap sketch paper.

The drawing skills are very immature.

Even the lines are crooked and twisted.

The painting depicts a little girl without arms, standing under a golden sun, holding an olive branch in her beak, with several pure white doves flying around her.

In the lower right corner of the drawing paper, a few childish words were written in crooked handwriting: A gift for older brothers and sisters - Lele.

The students in the audience were stunned.

Several wealthy young men in the front row who were watching the spectacle couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What the hell? A little kid's crayon doodle?"

"Is the volunteer association really that desperate for money to put these cheap, low-quality goods up for auction?"

"I wouldn't even want to use this thing to wipe my mouth, it's too hard."

Unpleasant comments drifted up through the speakers.

Wen Xiaoya's face turned a little pale, but she did not back down and gripped the microphone tightly in her hand.

"This painting is called 'White Doves in the Sunlight'."

Wen Xiaoya's voice was soft, but it was resolute.

"The child who draws is named Lele. She is seven years old and lost both hands in an accident."

"She knelt on the ground and drew this picture by holding a crayon between her toes."

She said she hoped that all the kind people who had helped the school could fly freely in the sunshine, like white doves.

By the end, Wen Xiaoya's eyes were already moist.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back from falling.

The mocking voices in the auditorium gradually subsided.

But still no one raised a sign.

While it's touching, charity auctions also need to consider cost-effectiveness.

Is it worth buying a piece of waste paper and leaving it at home to collect dust?

The auctioneer cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly.

"Uh... the Volunteer Association's 'White Doves in the Sunlight,' starting bid... one thousand yuan."

The entire room fell silent.

A full half minute passed, and not a single person held up a sign.

Wen Xiaoya stood alone under the spotlight on the stage, her face growing paler and paler.

She wasn't upset that the painting wouldn't sell; she was upset about the child who painted with his feet.

How heartbroken would the child be if this painting failed to sell at auction?

Just a second before Wen Xiaoya's tears were about to fall.

Wang Ye, who was in the back row, stood up.

He straightened his suit collar and casually pulled out a chair.

Under everyone's gaze, he strode forward, walking step by step along the red carpet in the middle towards the stage.

The leather shoes made a crisp clattering sound as they stepped on the ground.

All eyes in the room turned to Wang Ye.

Wang Ye walked up the steps and came to Wen Xiaoya's side.

He didn't look at the auctioneer, nor at the audience below the stage.

Gently wipe away the tears that welled up in Wen Xiaoya's eyes with a tissue.

"Why are you crying?"

Wen Xiaoya looked up and stared at him blankly.

Wang Ye turned around, faced the hundreds of teachers and students below the stage, and casually ripped the microphone off the auction stage.

His cold gaze swept over the few rich kids in the front row who had just been sneering.

Wang Ye's voice was cold:

"A bunch of blind good-for-nothings."

"All you see are designer brands, jewelry, and sports cars."

"Even the hope that a seven-year-old disabled child painstakingly drew is considered garbage in your mouths."

Wang Ye raised his right hand and extended one finger.

"I'll offer ten million."

Boom!!!

The entire auditorium seemed to have exploded!

The auctioneer's body trembled slightly!

Dozens of school leaders in the audience stood up from the first row in unison!

Luo Ning's mouth was so wide open it could fit a giant sausage!

Yu Hongyao was also full of surprise!

Ten million?!

Ten million for a crayon drawing by a disabled child?!

This is beyond just being rich!

This is a super-rich person descending to earth and using money to shatter everyone's values!

The faces of the rich kids who had been making sarcastic remarks earlier turned liver-colored instantly.

Wang Ye ignored everyone's reactions.

He took out the black gold card and stuffed it directly into the auctioneer's hand.

"Bring the POS machine over, let's swipe it now."

The auctioneer scrambled backstage and grabbed the wireless POS machine.

With trembling hands, I typed in a 1 followed by seven zeros.

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Card swipe successful!

The receipt sizzled out a long strip!

Ten million RMB, deducted successfully in real time!

【Ding! 】

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The crisp system notification sound kept flashing through my mind.

Wang Ye turned around and walked back to the tray, carefully picking up the copy of "White Doves in the Sunlight" with both hands.

Wen Xiaoya stood to the side, and tears finally burst forth.

She no longer cared that this was a stage under the spotlight of the entire school, nor did she care about etiquette or image.

She took long strides and threw herself into Wang Ye's arms!

She wrapped her long arms around Wang Ye's neck and cried like a child.

"Wang Ye... thank you... thank you..."

Wang Ye wrapped his arms around her slender, supple waist and smiled gently.

He leaned down and whispered a teasing tone in her ear.

"Secretary-General Wen, with so many people watching, if you want to thank me, you should wait until no one is around."

Wen Xiaoya buried her face in the crook of his neck, her hot breath burning Wang Ye's skin.

Instead of letting go, she hugged Wang Ye even tighter.

Her voice was as soft as a whisper, carrying endless shyness and determination.

"Okay...when no one's around..."

"I'll do whatever you want..."

After a long silence, hundreds of people in the audience watched the two embrace, and then burst into enthusiastic applause!

That night, the legend of Kede Academy was completely rewritten by Wang Ye!

……

Half an hour later, the party ended.

The whole school was in an uproar, and the forums and WeChat Moments were completely flooded with the story of "the super-rich junior who spent tens of millions of yuan to buy crayon drawings".

Wang Ye, pulling the limp Wen Xiaoya along, rushed out of the auditorium amidst the awe-inspiring and fervent gazes of the crowd.

Wang Ye opened the door of the Yangwang U8, shoved Wen Xiaoya into the passenger seat, and climbed into the driver's seat himself.

With a throttle press, I watched as the U8 shot out of the school gate like an arrow, disappearing into the night's glow.

In the passenger seat, Wen Xiaoya twisted her skirt with both hands, her body taut and straight.

Soothing blues jazz filled the car, and a subtle, sophisticated cedar scent permeated the air between the two.

But Wen Xiaoya's cheeks were burning hot as if she had a high fever, and her ears turned red all the way down to her snow-white collarbone.

Her mind was filled with Wang Ye's domineering figure on stage just now, and the promise she had made when she couldn't help herself—

"When no one's around... whatever you want... I'll agree to..."

I was overwhelmed by the overwhelming emotion at the time, but now that I've come to my senses, shame is growing wildly like weeds.

"Wang...Wang Ye, where are we going? This isn't the way back to the school dormitory..."

Wen Xiaoya secretly glanced at the handsome young man next to her, who had one hand on the steering wheel and a sharp profile, and whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

Wang Ye smiled and glanced at her sideways.

"Go back to the dorm? Secretary Wen just hugged me so tightly in front of hundreds of teachers and students, the whole school forum is buzzing with excitement. Are you planning to be surrounded and interviewed, or interrogated by the dorm supervisor?"

Wen Xiaoya shrank her neck, lowered her head even further, and said in a trembling voice, "That...that's not okay either..."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm taking you back to my private estate." Wang Ye chuckled, his tone domineering and unquestionable, "lest some little lamb run away at the last minute and go back on its word."

Upon hearing the words "not keeping one's word," Wen Xiaoya's heart skipped a beat.

She bit her luscious lower lip tightly, her eyelashes trembling violently, and finally resigned herself to her fate, letting out a soft "hmm" and ceasing her struggle.

Half an hour later, the large iron gate of Manor No. 19 in the Central Villa District slowly slid open.

The fountain's water curtain, illuminated by the soft blue floor lights, refracted a dreamlike halo.

Wang Ye parked the car steadily in the underground parking garage, walked around to open the passenger door, and decisively took Wen Xiaoya's slightly cool hand.

Feeling the scalding heat from his palm, Wen Xiaoya instinctively flinched, but Wang Ye held her tightly, not allowing her to back down even a little.

As soon as I stepped into the luxurious, high-ceilinged living room, Gu Qingcheng, dressed in a fitted cheongsam and exuding elegance, quickly came to greet me.

"Chairman, you're back."

Gu Qingcheng's gaze swept over Wen Xiaoya's stunning starry dress and breathtakingly beautiful face, a hint of understanding flashing in her eyes. She smiled gently and said, "The master bedroom on the third floor has been ventilated and tidied up, and a constant temperature bath is also ready."

"Okay, Qingcheng, get some rest. No one is allowed on the third floor tonight," Wang Ye casually instructed.

"Understood." Gu Qingcheng bowed and withdrew tactfully.

Wang Ye pulled the limp Wen Xiaoya into the indoor elevator, taking her straight to the owner's private suite on the third floor.

Click.

The door was closed, completely isolating all external sounds.

The master bedroom on the third floor is over 200 square meters, with huge arched floor-to-ceiling windows facing the shimmering, temperature-controlled swimming pool in the backyard. The room is lit only by a few dim, warm-toned wall lamps, casting long, overlapping shadows of the two people.

Wen Xiaoya stood on the wool carpet, wearing silver high heels.

"Wang... Wang Ye..."

"come over."

Wang Ye casually loosened the collar of his black suit, took off his jacket and tossed it onto the sofa, then waved to her.

Wen Xiaoya's legs felt a little weak, but she still obediently moved her feet, step by step, until she reached Wang Ye.

Even from less than half a foot away, the unique fragrance of a young girl wafted over.

Wang Ye looked down at her.

Without the heavy bangs and black-rimmed glasses obscuring her face, her exquisitely beautiful features shone with a porcelain-white luster under the dim light.

Her eyelashes were damp with moisture, and her peach-like lips had a faint white mark left by her pearly teeth, making her look pitiful and endearing.

"You were quite bold on stage, so why are you trembling like this here?"

Wang Ye raised his hand, his long, warm fingertips gently caressing her hot, delicate cheek.

Wen Xiaoya's delicate body trembled, and she turned her head slightly, hot tears welling up in her eyes. She whispered as if in a dream, "I...I've never experienced this before...I'm scared..."

"Afraid I'll eat you up?" Wang Ye chuckled in a low voice.

Before she could answer, Wang Ye reached out and grabbed her slender, supple waist, pulling her forward with a slight force.

"ah……"

Wen Xiaoya exclaimed in surprise, and her body bumped into Wang Ye's arms without any warning.

Wen Xiaoya was so embarrassed that she wanted to back away, but Wang Ye's large hand moved up her smooth, jade-like back.

It aroused a subtle, uncontrollable shiver throughout her body.

"Your outfit looks beautiful tonight, but... it's time to leave."

Wang Ye pressed his earlobe close to hers, his hot breath brushing against her delicate neck.

Wen Xiaoya felt as if all her strength had been drained away in that instant. She leaned limply against Wang Ye's shoulder, resignedly closing her watery almond-shaped eyes, and letting out a soft, almost inaudible moan from her nose:

"Um……"

Wang Ye no longer hesitated.

The deep blue, starry gradient dress instantly lost its support, like a piece of shattered diamonds falling from the heavens, slowly sliding down Wen Xiaoya's alabaster-white skin.

The hem of her skirt fell onto the carpet at her ankles.

In an instant, the air seemed to freeze.

Freed from the constraints of expensive gowns, the Creator's most ingenious masterpiece is displayed without reservation under the dim and ambiguous lighting.

The stunning beauty, usually hidden beneath her unfashionable red vest, finally blossomed in this moment.

A fiery flame ignited deep within Wang Ye's eyes.

He lowered his head and kissed Wen Xiaoya.

Immediately, Wang Ye grabbed Wen Xiaoya's slender waist, lifted her up in his arms, and strode towards the soft bed...

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