Chapter 21: Spoil Your Wife a Bit

The call hadn’t been hung up yet, and the auction was still going on, with the hall being somewhat noisy.

Suddenly, Wei Ting’s deep voice came through the phone.

“Come upstairs.”

“Okay, husband.”

Damn husband, spoil me a bit.

Jin Zhao didn’t know what he wanted, but the plot had already concluded, and she didn’t want to sit in the hall any longer. The private room was quieter and had food and drinks; she wasn’t stupid.

As she returned to her seat to grab her bag, she overheard Lu Sichen and Su Yi chatting happily.

“Who is that mysterious person? Is there a problem with you bidding on his items? Will he hold a grudge?”

Su Yi asked softly.

One day in this world, she suddenly awakened to the realization that she could change her life.

And she could alter the predetermined paths of some people.

As long as she followed the prompts in her mind, she could gradually transform from a servant’s daughter into a dazzling star.

At the same time, she encountered Lu Sichen, who defied his background and relied on talent and luck to ascend to the upper echelons of business.

But as she became increasingly familiar with Lu Sichen and glimpsed a higher world, she understood that there were always greater heights and more capable individuals beyond her reach.

Lu Sichen put his arm around her shoulder, “How could that be? Those people don’t care about one or two items; we just have good taste.”

He thought perhaps those above would notice him because of this auction, appreciating his quick wit, and then he could rise to prominence.

“I don’t know who that is; I’ll meet him when the opportunity arises.”

He was now filled with ambition and confidence about his future.

Jin Zhao almost laughed out loud behind them.

Sorry, that’s my husband.

Seeing Jin Zhao leave, Lu Sichen thought she was upset for not winning the bid, so she left in a huff.

Gu Jue sat beside Wei Ting and had just heard the voice from the phone, now curious.

“Why didn’t she continue bidding? I think it’s good. It’s not worth that price; she would regret it and come looking for me.”

Cheng Wang was still unhappy about Wei Ting’s bid of 10 million. “Third Brother, are you trying to compensate her for the help she gave you that day? It’s a good idea; that way, you’re even.”

Wei Ting’s expression was deep as he stood by the window, watching Jin Zhao slowly walk up the stairs in her long dress.

She didn’t look as aggressive as before, like a headless fly causing trouble everywhere.

Now she was like a pampered rose, sweet and lively, revealing a hint of preciousness.

“She probably doesn’t like it anymore, so she doesn’t want to continue bidding,” Gu Jue casually remarked.

“You didn’t hear what was just said? It’s because she feels sorry for the person she likes and wants to let that man have it. A fickle woman,” Cheng Wang said coldly.

Last time at the night banquet, she seemed to like Third Brother a lot, but now she was eager to pursue Lu Sichen. Such a woman was unreliable and unworthy of Wei Ting.

“I told you before to rein in your temper,” Wei Ting interrupted Cheng Wang.

When Jin Zhao entered the private room, it went quiet. Wei Ting stood by the window, his posture straight.

This was how a domineering CEO should look.

“Husband, I’m here.”

Jin Zhao felt she had spoken too hastily on the phone, her tone a bit fierce. It wasn’t too late to make up for it now.

“If you like the bracelet, I’ll get you a new one in a few days.”

Gu Jue looked at Jin Zhao with stars in his eyes. The only one who could speak so casually like him was Jin Zhao, a true gem among people.

Cheng Wang had already gotten goosebumps when he heard Jin Zhao’s sweet tone. Only someone who wholeheartedly cared for Third Brother deserved him.

He snorted coldly.

“Crouching Dragon, Hidden Phoenix.”

Jin Zhao imitated him, snorting back, “No brain and unhappy.”

Listening to their verbal sparring, Wei Ting turned to Jin Zhao, “Do you want to bid on anything else?”

“Nope.” Jin Zhao hadn’t really wanted anything today; she was merely acting as a tool.

“Then let’s go.”

Wei Ting brushed past her, heading downstairs first. Jin Zhao noticed the slight downturn of his mouth and felt he was a bit unhappy today.

She immediately followed after him, “Wait for me! I’m wearing high heels! You don’t know to help your dear wife, do you?”

If she fell, she’d be the first to knock him down!

The man in front paused slightly, then turned around, extending his arm in front of her.

“Hey.” Jin Zhao saw her words were effective and quickly placed her hand on his arm, using her other hand to lift her dress as they walked down.

She glanced back at Cheng Wang with a challenging look, as if to say, “You think you’re so clever?”

Her husband was mine anyway.

The two remaining in the room exchanged glances, and Gu Jue suddenly spoke, “Did you both just secretly badmouth me?”

“Let’s go home, okay?” Cheng Wang said, a bit exasperated. He wasn’t as quick as Jin Zhao to react.

Gu Jue approached him kindly, “Don’t keep that sour face. Jin Zhao didn’t do anything to harm Third Brother, and this kind of lively person is just what Third Brother needs.”

“Just a reminder, if you reconcile with Xu Shuli, Jin Zhao will be your sister-in-law and your wife’s best friend. If you offend her, be careful you can’t even enter your own house.”

Jin Zhao’s car would be driven back to Tanyuan by someone from Gu Jue’s auction. She noticed the man beside her wore the same expression since getting in the car.

As if someone owed him 8 million.

“Are you in a bad mood?” Jin Zhao tilted her head to look at him.

It can’t be because her tone was fierce during the earlier call, right? That would be… so sensitive for a domineering CEO.

“No.” Wei Ting’s tone was shallow as he looked at the slender bracelet on her wrist. “Why didn’t you continue bidding? Out of money?”

“I’m not that extravagant! I’m not a spendthrift!” Jin Zhao retorted.

“I didn’t want it anyway. I just found it amusing to see others bid 10 times the price for something worth only 1 million.”

Wei Ting listened to her slightly raised eyebrow and glanced at her.

“Were you trying to let it go to someone else?”

“Have you ever seen someone raise the price to ten times just to let someone else have it? I’m not paying for someone else’s gift…” Jin Zhao was also curious.

“Why did you bid? Is your taste in collecting so poor? You should stop going to auctions; be cautious not to go bankrupt buying a bunch of useless things.”

By the novel’s standards, how could someone like Wei Ting, favored as he was, possibly have such poor taste in collecting?

Wei Ting felt a sense of helplessness as he listened to her blame him. Who was really the one without sense, her or Gu Jue?

“I bid for you.”

“Oh.” Jin Zhao habitually responded, but then her eyes widened, “What? For me? I don’t want to buy something for 10 million! I’d go bankrupt.”

She wouldn’t even be able to resell it.

She met Wei Ting’s ambiguous gaze, feeling as if she had missed something even more important.

“Wait, why are you giving me a gift?” Jin Zhao snuggled closer to the middle of the seat.

“Could it be that I’m too cute, and you’ve fallen deeply in love with me, husband?”