Chapter 65: Feng Zong, Do Me a Favor?

Feng Tingshen smiled: “It’s fine—didn’t you say your grandmother likes this kind of thing? Bid for it.”

Watching Feng Tingshen’s smile, Lin Wu felt sweetness in her heart and raised her paddle again: “Sixty million.”

Ren Jifeng followed right behind: “Seventy million.”

He added loudly to Feng Tingshen: “Feng Zong, my elderly relatives adore these things—give me a favor and let it go?”

Feng Tingshen looked over and smiled politely: “Sorry, Ren Zong—my family has elders who like them too.”

Their conversation made no effort to hide from others.

Rong Ci and Chu Zilang had heard it clearly.

The vase was being bid for Lin’s grandmother.

Yet Feng Tingshen referred to her as “my family’s elder,” showing he already regarded the Lin family as his own.

This stood in stark contrast to how he treated her own family.

Lin Wu raised her paddle: “Eighty-five million.”

This time, Ren Jifeng did not follow.

In the end, Lin Wu won the antique vase for eighty-five million, drawing envious glances from everyone in the hall.

When the hammer fell, Lin Wu still felt uneasy inside.

Though the Lin family was wealthy and her grandmother was an antique enthusiast who spent large sums annually acquiring a few pieces,

spending nearly a hundred million on a single antique was something she’d never dared imagine.

If her family found out, they’d be terrified.

Moreover, this bidding—Feng Tingshen had essentially told her to bid one hundred million outright.

Yet she still thought the price too high and changed it to eighty-five million herself.

Thinking of Feng Tingshen’s generosity with money, Lin Wu’s heart warmed.

Chu Zilang: “Damn! Nearly a hundred million!”

Between the two items, wasn’t that close to a hundred million?

This time, it wasn’t just her teeth that ached.

Her whole body ached!

Rong Ci pressed her lips tight, her expression grim. Chu Zilang noticed and asked: “Xiao Ci, are you… okay?”

Feng Tingshen treats his mistress so well—and this mistress is the daughter of his mistress’s mistress.

Could she possibly bear this anger?

But Rong Ci’s bad mood wasn’t because of that.

“Feng Tingshen has money—he can spend it however he wants. I don’t care and it’s none of my business.”

“What I care about now is this: if I want to bid on something and Feng Tingshen and Lin Wu both want it too, I can’t possibly outbid them with my finances.”

Chu Zilang finally understood: “That… is true… but she’s already won two items. She probably won’t bid again, right?”

I hope so.

But Rong Ci knew that with Feng Tingshen’s wealth, he could easily bid on a few more items tonight and spend another three or four hundred million without blinking.

Just as Rong Ci thought this, the embroidery piece she wanted was brought onto the stage.

The starting bid for the embroidery was five million.

Someone bid first: “Six million.”

Rong Ci raised her paddle: “Seven million.”

At first, Lin Wu hadn’t noticed Rong Ci.

But when Rong Ci spoke, Lin Wu recognized her voice.

She turned around and met Rong Ci’s gaze.

Lin Wu showed no expression, then turned away haughtily and raised her paddle: “Ten million.”

Hearing this, Rong Ci’s heart sank instantly.

Lin Wu had recognized her voice—Rong Ci didn’t believe Feng Tingshen hadn’t heard it either.

Yet he didn’t turn around.

Chu Zilang blurted: “Holy shit! She’s really bidding again!”

Ren Jifeng joined in: “Fifteen million.”

Rong Ci clenched her lips and raised her paddle: “Eighteen million.”

Lin Wu didn’t turn back, just bid: “Twenty-five million.”

Lin Wu had raised the price by so much again!

Rong Ci’s heart kept sinking.

She didn’t have much money on hand.

Her original budget for this auction was under thirty million.

After all, the Rong family’s business was currently struggling.

They had no spare cash to waste.

But now…

Ren Jifeng: “Twenty-eight million.”

Rong Ci raised her paddle: “Thirty million.”

Rong Ci had spoken twice after him, her voice clear and soft, very pleasant to hear.

Hearing it, Ren Jifeng looked over.

Seeing Rong Ci, he paused, then raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Rong Ci, noticing his gaze, nodded politely in return.

At that moment, Lin Wu raised her paddle again: “Forty million.”

Rong Ci no longer cared about Ren Jifeng—she clenched her fist at the sound.

Then Ren Jifeng spoke again: “Forty-three million.”

Rong Ci followed immediately: “Forty-five million.”

Lin Wu: “Fifty million.”

Boom!

Rong Ci’s mind exploded.

Her original budget had indeed been thirty million.

But when Lin Wu bid, she’d silently raised her limit to fifty million in her heart.

She could afford higher.

She’d even considered that Feng Tingshen had recently given her a villa.

Selling that villa would fetch two or three hundred million.

Since that two or three hundred million was hers for free, what did it matter if she spent it now?

But she knew clearly: this embroidery piece wasn’t worth fifty million.

She could spend it—but…

She no longer had the luxury to be reckless.

If she sold the villa, she could use that money for something far more meaningful.

Thinking of this, Rong Ci quietly lowered her hand.

Chu Zilang said: “Why not call Feng Tingshen?”

Rong Ci had thought of it too.

But would Feng Tingshen give up something Lin Wu wanted just for her?

Impossible.

Even knowing it was impossible, Rong Ci still pulled out her phone and called Feng Tingshen.

When Feng Tingshen’s phone vibrated, he pulled it from his pocket.

Lin Wu happened to look over and saw only a string of numbers with no label. “Stranger?”

Feng Tingshen smiled slightly, said nothing, and hung up immediately.

Watching the call hang up without hesitation, Rong Ci’s last flicker of hope vanished instantly.

For a moment, Rong Ci’s mind went blank.

Chu Zilang fumed: “Damn it, he didn’t even answer your call!”

Rong Ci said nothing, silently put her phone back in her bag.

At this point, the bidding had reached ninety-five million.

Ren Jifeng rubbed his temples and looked at Feng Tingshen: “Feng Zong, give me a favor?”

Feng Tingshen smiled politely: “Next time, for sure.”

Ren Jifeng: “...”

Sure as hell not.

He raised his paddle and pushed the price to one hundred twenty million.

Lin Wu raised her paddle: “One hundred fifty million.”

Ren Jifeng: “...”

Seeing this, Chu Zilang bit her lip and whispered to Rong Ci: “I’ve never seen Ren Jifeng get shut down like this.”

The Ren family, like the Feng family, is a top-tier aristocratic house.

This time, Ren Jifeng’s bidding looked as if he weren’t as insane as Feng Tingshen; outsiders might think there was a vast gap in wealth between them.

In truth, it was not so.

Ren Jifeng was probably just weighing his options, unwilling to waste money.

Feng Tingshen, however, was throwing money around just to make the beauty smile.

With no one else bidding, the embroidery pattern was once again claimed by Lin Wu.

Feng Tingshen looked at Ren Jifeng: “Mr. Ren, your courtesy.”

Ren Jifeng: “Mr. Feng, you are too kind.”