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

Upon hearing the price, the others hesitated to raise their paddles; a dress costing so much was simply not worth it.

Just when Fu Yanche thought he had the dress in the bag, Mo Yeting said, "One hundred million."

Leng Yan held up the sign, thinking to himself, "My Fourth Master is really rich and powerful. He doesn't even blink an eye to buy this dress for Miss Gu."

As soon as the price was announced, quiet murmurs broke out in the room.

"Is this person crazy? Spending 100 million on a dress?"

"Don't you even look at where he is? There's only one private room on the second floor. I suspect he's from a mysterious family."

"If it's someone from a mysterious family, then this amount of money is indeed nothing."

Fu Yanche frowned. It seemed he wouldn't be able to buy this dress. How could he possibly compete with the mysterious family?

Besides, his father still controls the finances. If his father knew that he spent hundreds of millions to buy a dress to please his fiancée, he would beat him to death and he could forget about being the CEO.

"One hundred million once, one hundred million twice..."

The host started shouting, and Fu Yanche had no choice but to watch helplessly as the host announced, "One hundred million, sold for the third time."

He sighed. Why was his luck so bad? He couldn't get a reservation at the garden restaurant, and he couldn't buy the dress either.

From her vantage point upstairs, Leng Yan saw Fu Yanche's pathetic state and thought to herself, "You want to mess with our master? Go away and play somewhere else."

The auction has ended.

Back in the car, Mo Yeting looked at the gift box in his hand and thought to himself, "Gu Zhihua will definitely look like a fairy if she wears this dress tomorrow."

Fu Yanche, on the other hand, wasn't in such a good mood. Back in his car, he didn't know how to explain things to Song Mianmian.

He opened WeChat, edited the message, then deleted it, repeating this action over and over again.

at this time.

His phone rang, and Song Mianmian knew the auction was over. She also saw on the trending topics that the "Moonlight Dance" dress had been sold for 100 million yuan. She was overjoyed. She hadn't expected Fu Yanche to spend so much money on her. She couldn't wait to see her dress.

Fu Yanche saw her call, hesitated for a moment, and then answered, "Mianmian."

"Ah Che, you're so good to me. I never expected you to bid 100 million for this dress for me. Now so many people envy me and are commenting on it under the trending topics. I'm so happy," Song Mianmian's sweet voice came through.

Fu Yanche's face was unpleasant. Hearing her say that, he couldn't bear to say that he hadn't taken any pictures. The words that came out were, "Whatever you like."

"Of course I love it! Where are you? I can't wait to see my dress," she said.

"I have an important client to meet later. How about this, I'll have someone deliver the dress to your house tomorrow," Fu Yanche said, his mind racing.

"Okay, I love you, A-Che." She was overjoyed.

"Then I'll get back to work." Fu Yanche made an excuse and hung up the phone.

Seeing his expression, the assistant driving in front cautiously suggested, "Mr. Fu, how about we go to the mall and buy a limited-edition dress?"

His assistant's words reminded him.

He asked, "Go find me an identical dress and deliver it to the Song family tomorrow."

"Huh?" The assistant was surprised. Wasn't this just buying a fake item to give to Miss Song?

"Do you want me to repeat it again?" Fu Yanche asked impatiently.

"No, no need, I understand, Mr. Fu," the assistant said.

After hanging up the phone, Song Mianmian said boastfully, "The trending topic is about my fiancé. He knew I liked this dress, so he took a picture of it for me."

"Wow, Mianmian, one hundred million! How wonderful!"

"I never dreamed I would own a dress like this."

"Mianmian, Young Master Fu's feelings for you are genuine."

"Mianmian will be Mrs. Fu in the future. What wonderful things can't she have?"

"Look at this woman, all she does all day is try to show off," Mo Yiqing said speechlessly.

"Just pretend she's invisible." Gu Zhihua was already used to her flamboyance.

Mo Yiqing was very curious about what the dress for the Moonlight Dance looked like.

She took out her phone to check the trending topics, and a WeChat message popped up. She opened it and saw it was from Mo Yeting: "[Find a way to get Zhihua to wear this dress tomorrow.]"

A photo of the dress was also attached below. Mo Yiqing thought it was beautiful and thought it was even prettier than the Moonlight Dance dress.

Out of curiosity, she went to check out the trending topics to make a comparison. This time, she couldn't stay calm. After comparing it again and again, she realized that the dress her uncle sent her was the Moonlight Dance dress.

But the Moonlight Dance is a limited edition piece worldwide, which is why it fetched such an astronomical price.

Song Mianmian also said that Fu Yanche took the picture, so one of the two Moonlight Dance outfits must be fake.

"Then what my uncle said is true, which means Fu Yanche is lying. Haha, there'll be a good show to watch tomorrow," Mo Yiqing thought to herself with secret delight.

"What's wrong with you? You've been smiling at your phone a lot lately. Are you in love?" Gu Zhihua teased, noticing her smiling at her phone.

"Tch, I'm not going to date. Isn't being single great?" Mo Yiqing pouted.

"Indeed, it smells good when you're single." Gu Zhihua thought so too; Mo Yeting was driving her crazy with his charm.

"No, no, no, you can't say that. You're going to be my aunt, so you can't be single," Mo Yiqing said with a grin.

"Don't talk nonsense." She thought to herself, it's better to just forget about her and Mo Yeting.

Mo Yiqing held back her words. After all, the confession was tomorrow, and she would find out then. She could only let Zhihua be sad for now.

School ends in the evening.

Gu Zhihua was actually quite excited. She opened the back door and saw that Mo Yeting would be sitting inside.

But when she opened the door, he wasn't there, and she felt a pang of disappointment.

What's wrong with me? Have I really become love-struck? She really wanted to slap herself a few times to wake up. There was no way she and Mo Yeting could be together.

Leng Feng noticed her disappointment and explained, "Miss Gu, Fourth Master has a business dinner tonight, so he can't pick you up from school."

"I...I don't care if he comes." She said this to herself, and got into the car.

Leng Feng sighed silently to himself, "Tomorrow you'll know just how much Fourth Master loves you."

Back to the Ink Garden.

As Gu Zhihua got out of the car, two large wolfhounds ran over and wagged their tails at her.

She squatted down and patted their heads. "You guys are so much better. You're very clear about whether you like someone or not. If you like someone, you wag your tail; if you don't, you bar your teeth and claws. Unlike some scumbags who just play games and never make it clear whether they like someone or not."

Her voice wasn't loud, but Leng Feng heard it clearly.

His lips twitched. He could prove that his Fourth Master was innocent. He felt a pang of sympathy for his master for a few seconds.

"Miss Gu, dinner is ready." Butler Mo came out.

"Okay." Gu Zhihua returned to the dining room, washed her hands, and sat down.

Looking at the seat Mo Yeting usually sat opposite her, she felt a little disappointed. She didn't even have much of an appetite and put down her chopsticks after eating only a little.

She returned to her room and felt empty inside, as if time had slowed down when he wasn't home.

She tried her best not to think about him. She went to the bathroom, turned on the water in the bathtub, and planned to take a relaxing bath.

She took a bath, dawdling for half an hour, then got dressed, went to the balcony, and glanced down. The car that Mo Yeting often rode in wasn't parked downstairs; he hadn't returned yet.

Just as she thought this, she felt annoyed. What did it matter to her whether he came back or not?