Chapter 29: Attending the Auction with Ye Chenjing

One hundred spirit stones? Then hurry up and pack your bags and go to the Cloud Heaven Sect.

Lin Meng didn't understand the currency system among cultivators on the Heavenly Gang Continent, but she guessed that a hundred spirit stones must already be an astronomical figure for ordinary people.

Ye Fan immediately knelt down with a thud, regardless of whether Lin Meng could see him, and sincerely kowtowed three times toward the empty air before him.

Thank you, senior, please accept Ye Fan's bow! Senior, rest assured, junior will surely repay your kindness when I embark on the path of immortality!

Lin Meng pressed down her involuntarily twitching lips, speaking in a calm tone:

A man's knees hold gold; now that you're a cultivator, don't go kneeling at the drop of a hat.

If you truly wish to repay me, you can get some cultivation techniques and pills from your world for this venerable one; I also want to study the differences between planes.

Remember, cultivate diligently and never forget your original intention.

As Lin Meng's words faded, her mental power instantly withdrew from the space, hiding her merit and fame.

She adopted completely different attitudes toward Ye Heng and Ye Fan.

Originally, regarding Ye Fan, Lin Meng was merely acting on a whim, wanting to pretend to be a big shot for fun.

But upon further reflection, doing so might yield unexpected results.

Listening to Ye Fan, he seemed youthful and vigorous, with a low starting point but great potential, worth investing in.

But after all, that is a cultivation world far beyond reality, and Lin Meng's help to him is too limited.

To her, Ye Heng was more like a transaction—mutual benefit, each taking what they needed—but Ye Fan was genuinely a case of using little to gain much.

It would be better to play the role of a mysterious expert.

Lin Meng hid in the corner, deep inside feeling a bit apologetic toward Ye Fan, she sighed, slightly dispelling some guilt.

Ye Chenjing happened to pass by and heard that sigh; he uncontrollably stopped his steps, without the slightest hesitation, and walked toward Lin Meng.

Sun Yao, his special assistant, stared wide-eyed beside him, his face full of disbelief.

My goodness, what background does this Miss Lin have? She actually made his boss stop twice for her.

"Miss Lin, are you in some trouble?"

After Ye Chenjing asked that question, he suddenly realized that, without realizing it, he had actually formed the idea of wanting to help the person before him—this was completely unlike him.

Lin Meng came to her senses, not wanting to have too much contact with the Ye family, so she shook her head and said:

"No trouble, I'm just strolling around; feel free as you like."

Ye Chenjing, by nature aloof and uninterested in others' affairs, immediately left.

Sun Yao, his special assistant, asked cautiously:

"General Manager, should I go ask Miss Lin again whether she needs help?"

It's as rare as iron trees blooming; Sun Yao, having followed Ye Chenjing for many years, could see that their CEO felt somewhat different about that Miss Lin.

The old chairman had once instructed that if a suitable woman appeared beside General Manager Ye who wouldn't provoke his displeasure, they should definitely pay attention and help.

The Ye family is vast and prosperous in every aspect, except that its population is not thriving.

By Ye Chenjing's generation, the two brothers—one fond of play, the other excessively solitary—have resulted in neither of them marrying.

Although that Miss Lin doesn't look like she comes from a wealthy family, the Ye family doesn't care about the so-called matching of social standings.

Sun Yao felt that, as the CEO's special assistant, he ought to contribute to his boss's major life event.

Who would have thought that Ye Chenjing gave him a cold glance, making Sun Yao feel as if his ancestors were beckoning him; frightened, he hastily covered his mouth and begged for mercy.

"I was wrong, General Manager; I won't dare again."

Good grief, General Manager Ye's disinterest in women is not just a persona; it's genuinely the case.

He'd better not try to be clever; any woman who ends up with General Manager Ye will inevitably be a legendary woman, and his worrying is useless.

Lin Meng found wandering around half a circle boring, so she decided to go to the auction early.

But before entering, she was stopped again.

It turned out that entering the auction required a wealth check! She hadn't anticipated that.

Lin Meng furtively glanced at her savings, which were far short of the entry requirement.

Just as she felt embarrassed, Ye Chenjing appeared again and rescued her from the predicament.

"She's with me; no wealth check needed."

Several staff members watched Ye Chenjing lead Lin Meng into the venue, gossiping intensely.

"That person dresses so plainly; at a glance it's obvious it's her first time at such a place—why would Master Jing help her?"

"Isn't it said that this Ye family member is an unattainable blossom, that no woman can enter his eyes? So what about that woman makes Master Jing treat her specially?"

Similar voices have been unceasing since Lin Meng entered the auction.

Everyone stared intently at Lin Meng, speculating about her relationship with Ye Chenjing.

Lin Meng, however, fears no gossip; she can even turn a blind eye to unfriendly glances.

But after all, she has benefited from Ye Chenjing's influence.

They helped her twice, yet now she's being pointed at and gossiped about, making Lin Meng feel uneasy.

"Um, Mr. Ye, maybe I should just leave; I don't absolutely have to attend this auction."

Ye Chenjing, however, said:

"Stay; you might find something of interest."

Lin Meng didn't take those words to heart; even if she did happen to see an item she liked, she'd still need money to buy it.

Although she originally felt a bit guilty and uneasy, as she sat beside Ye Chenjing, more and more hostile gazes were directed at her, and Lin Meng finally realized what was happening.

After all this, Ye Chenjing is using her as a shield, right?

Those who come to the auction are either rich or noble; the lavishly dressed women often hail from aristocratic families, truly being young ladies of wealth.

Every single person present—if they were a young woman—seemed to want to strike up a conversation with Ye Chenjing.

But when they saw Lin Meng, each of them felt an itch of hatred.

Lin Meng became a thorn in their eyes.

She raised her head and glanced at Ye Chenjing, who was lazily leaning on the sofa, with an air of not being concerned.

As if sensing Lin Meng's gaze, Ye Chenjing turned his head and raised an eyebrow.

"Anything?"

Lin Meng wished she could punch him, but she really couldn't bring herself to spoil that model-like face; she could only glare at him, silently shift her hips away, putting distance between them.

Ye Chenjing saw it, a barely perceptible smile flickered in his eyes, unnoticed by anyone.

At today's auction, there was an exhibit he was very interested in; otherwise he wouldn't have bothered to come.

If he didn't come, he wouldn't have a chance to encounter Lin Meng.

The auction began shortly; Lin Meng, eager to broaden her horizons, watched with keen interest.

A red-bean-sized Buddhist bead worth hundreds of thousands; an unremarkable purple clay pot could also fetch over a million.

Watching the guests scramble to bid, with prices ranging from tens to hundreds of millions, to them it was hardly worth mentioning.

Lin Meng couldn't help but wonder, is this what the wealthy world is like?

To them, are a few hundred thousand really no different from a few dozen yuan?

If only she could one day spend money as freely as dirt…