Baby! Be good! Don't be afraid! Your husband isn't a wild animal!

"Everyone, please don't blame Gu Zhihua because of me. If she doesn't want to go, then so be it," Song Mianmian deliberately advised.

As Mo Yiqing entered the classroom, she heard Song Mianmian's hypocritical words, "If you want to participate, then participate. Zhihua and I don't like watching clown performances."

"Who are these people?"

"Exactly, they deserve to have no friends."

"Don't argue with them."

Mo Yiqing ignored them and placed the lunchbox in front of Gu Zhihua. "Here, this is the breakfast I prepared for you."

"How did you know I didn't eat breakfast?" Gu Zhihua asked.

"Of course it was my uncle who said it," Mo Yiqing leaned closer. "Why are you angry with my uncle?"

"No, he's nobody to me. How could I have the right to be angry with him? I just woke up too late this morning and didn't have time to eat," she explained.

Mo Yiqing saw through it but didn't say anything. Anyway, it was her birthday tomorrow, and her uncle would confess his feelings to her. Then she would know how much her uncle liked her.

"So, eat up. This was prepared for you personally by my great-grandmother. Don't waste her good intentions," Mo Yiqing said.

"Your great-grandmother doesn't know I'm angry, does she?" Gu Zhihua became nervous, wondering if this was a bad idea.

"It's okay, my great-grandmother will handle my uncle. She's a total doting granddaughter-in-law fanatic," Mo Yiqing said with a grin.

"I...I didn't mean it." Gu Zhihua was embarrassed by what she was told.

"Oh well, it's bound to happen sooner or later. Eat up, don't go hungry." Mo Yiqing opened the food box for her.

The breakfast there is very plentiful, with bird's nest porridge and exquisite snacks.

"Please thank Grandma for me." Gu Zhihua didn't want to disappoint Old Madam Mo's kindness, so she had no choice but to eat.

Song Mianmian pricked up her ears to eavesdrop. Uncle, oh my, does Gu Zhihua really want to stay with this old man forever?

Jingyao Group, President's Office.

Mo Yeting stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the beautiful scenery of Kyoto's bustling area. The corners of his lips were slightly upturned. He would be able to give Gu Zhihua a surprise tomorrow. He had been waiting for so long.

The WeChat notification sounded on his phone on the desktop. He picked up his phone, opened it, and saw a photo sent by Mo Yiqing showing Gu Zhihua eating breakfast obediently.

He smiled at the screen.

Leng Yan walked in and saw this scene. Ever since his master started dating, he was beaming with joy from time to time.

"Fourth Master," he called out.

"How are the birthday party preparations going at the Garden Restaurant?" he asked.

"Fourth Master, don't worry, everything is ready." Leng Yan dared not be careless. This was his master's most important event in his life. If he messed it up, he would be out of a job.

"I will attend the auction this afternoon in person," he said.

"Yes, Fourth Master, I'll arrange it right away." Leng Yan thought to himself, Fourth Master never attends auctions like this, so why is he going in person this time? With this question in mind, he turned and walked out.

Mo Yeting transferred another 100,000 yuan to Mo Yiqing: "Take your aunt out for a nice lunch today."

Mo Yiqing glanced at the message and secretly looked at Gu Zhihua. Wow, ever since she had her aunt, she has been receiving large red envelopes every few days. One meal cost 100,000 yuan.

She replied: "Don't worry, Uncle, I promise to take good care of Aunt."

At noon, Gu Zhihua wanted to go to the cafeteria, but Mo Yiqing stopped her, saying, "Let's go out to eat and then come back to rest."

"Why do we want to eat out? The food in the cafeteria is pretty good," Gu Zhihua asked.

"I'm tired of eating here, so come out to eat with me," Mo Yiqing said coquettishly.

"Okay, okay," she had no choice but to agree.

School gate.

Fu Yanche remained leaning against the car door, waiting for Song Mianmian.

This time, Gu Zhihua didn't look over, but instead walked to the left with Mo Yiqing.

Fu Yanche was inexplicably annoyed. Wasn't this woman trying to seduce him? Why wouldn't she even look at him properly?

He knew it; this was definitely another instance of the woman playing hard to get. Humph! He would never fall for her.

"A-Che." Song Mianmian saw him looking at Gu Zhihua again, his eyes were glued to her, and she was furious.

He snapped out of his daze, opened the passenger door, and said, "Mianmian, get in the car."

The two got into the car, and Song Mianmian took out her phone and opened a picture. "Ache, there's an auction this afternoon. This dress is one I like, called 'Moonlight Dance.' Could you buy it for me? I want to wear it to my birthday party tomorrow."

"No problem, I'll take a picture of it this afternoon and give it to the most wonderful you," Fu Yanche said affectionately.

"Ah Che, you're so good to me. How about we go to your private villa this noon?" she invited shyly.

Fu Yanche knew what she wanted to do. "Okay, let's go to the private villa."

Upon arriving at the private villa, Song Mianmian proactively hooked her arm around Fu Yanche's neck, "Ah Che~"

Fu Yanche felt his throat go dry and swallowed. "Mianmian, we haven't been together for a week. I really want to marry you as soon as possible."

Song Mianmian enjoyed his clinginess, but she liked to play hard to get; if a man got something too easily, he wouldn't cherish it.

"Ah Che, I really want to marry you too, but let's talk about it after I graduate, okay?" Song Mianmian said coquettishly.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say." With that, he pinned Song Mianmian against the wall and kissed her...

in the afternoon.

People entered the auction hall one after another. Mo Yeting's seat was in a private booth on the second floor. From this position, he could see the auction items at a glance, but others could not see him, which made it easy for him to hide his identity.

Fu Yanche's seat was arranged in the front row, which was a very good seat, but he was on the first floor with other people.

The host took to the stage and, after a passionate and inspiring speech, the auction officially began.

Mo Yeting wasn't interested in anything else; he sat lazily on the stool until the [Moonlight Dance] appeared.

He sat up straight and looked at the picture of the dress on the big screen. He thought to himself that Gu Zhihua would definitely like it. She was a born princess, and this dress would only bring out its beauty when worn by her.

Seeing his master's smirk, Leng Yan thought to himself, "So my master came for this dress."

Fu Yanche on the first floor also perked up; he was determined to get this dress.

The host began the introduction, "This gown, named 'Moonlight Dance,' is the final piece designed by the royal court designer. It is made of a special fabric and is adorned with countless tiny diamonds, making it shine like moonlight, blooming in the beautiful night sky..."

After introducing the dress, the host announced the starting price: "The starting price for this dress is ten million. Each bid must be at least one million. The bidding will now begin."

As soon as the host finished speaking, people started raising their signs.

Leng Yan glanced at Mo Yeting, but without any instructions, he dared not raise his sign.

Fu Yanche continued bidding alongside everyone else.

Only after the price had reached thirty million did Mo Yeting say, "Fifty million."

Leng Yan held up a sign, and the host shouted, "VIPs on the second floor, fifty million once, fifty million twice..."

Fu Yanche glanced upstairs but couldn't see anything. He thought to himself, "Damn, is this guy an idiot? He's offering such a high price for a dress."

But this is the dress that Song Mianmian likes. I haven't even told her about not being able to book the garden restaurant yet. If we can't get the dress this time, she'll definitely be furious.

Just as the host was about to call out "fifty million" for the third time, Fu Yanche reluctantly raised his sign and said, "fifty-five million."

I've added five million this time, will he follow suit?