nagpurpolice Chapter 557 Gift To Yin Lian and Mu Xuanyin
Chapter 557 Gift To Yin Lian and Mu Xuanyin
Chapter 557 Gift To Yin Lian and Mu Xuanyin
Feng Xiaoyu, caught between suspicion and a desire to appease Wang Jian, sighed. "Fine," she conceded.
"Twenty-five thousand."
Dong Aigou felt a surge of despair.
But the thought of losing the stone, of losing the chance that destiny offered him, fueled his determination.
"Thirty thousand!" he roared, his voice hoarse with strain.
The crowd gasped. The price for an unremarkable stone had skyrocketed, leaving everyone bewildered. The auctioneer, her eyes sparkling with excitement, egged the bidders on.
"Thirty thousand going once, going twice..."
Wang Jian, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, leaned over to Yin Lian and Mu Xuanyin, who were giggling uncontrollably. "See, ladies? A little competition always makes things more interesting."
He shot a playful glance at Feng Xiaoyu, a silent challenge in his eyes. Feng Xiaoyu, stung by his amusement, gritted her teeth. She couldn't afford to lose face, not in front of him.
"Forty thousand!" she declared, her voice firm.
The auction house erupted in a frenzy. Such an exorbitant price for a seemingly worthless object was unheard of. Dong Aigou, his heart hammering in his chest, knew this was his last stand.
"Fifty thousand!" he rasped, his voice barely audible over the din.
The auctioneer's voice trembled as she announced, "Fifty thousand spirit stones going once..." All eyes were glued to the VIP room where Feng Xiaoyu sat, her face a mask of determination.
A long, agonizing silence stretched. Finally, just as the auctioneer was about to say "twice," Wang Jian leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Feng Xiaoyu," he drawled, his voice laced with amusement. "I want this stone at all costs."
Then, Feng Xiaoyu spoke out, "Hundred Thousand Spirit Stones."
Dong Aigou, his heart pounding in his chest, knew he couldn't compete further. Yet, the stone pulsed with a growing urgency, urging him not to give up.
Suddenly, a reckless idea flashed through his mind. He couldn't win through fair means, so he'd have to resort to less savory tactics. He glared at the curtained room number one, his eyes blazing with defiance. This wasn't over. He would acquire that stone, even if it meant taking it back from the clutches of the victor.
Wang Jian chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Patience, my dear Feng Xiaoyu," he purred. "Those secrets can wait. Right now," he gestured to Yin Lian and Mu Xuanyin, their alluring figures draped across him. "I have a few lovely distractions to attend to."
His words were laced with a suggestive tone, a clear invitation for Feng Xiaoyu's participation. A sardonic snort escaped her lips. She knew the implication – another night of shameless indulgence. Her eyes darted towards Yin Lian and Mu Xuanyin, their bodies already draped suggestively across Wang Jian.
A decision formed in her mind. "Enjoy yourselves," she said, her voice laced with a dismissive edge. "I'll wait at Yin Lian's residence. Do try not to take too long."
With that, she rose from her seat and donned a dark cloak, shrouding her commanding figure and concealing her identity from the prying eyes that might lurk within the auction hall. Secrecy was paramount for someone in her position, the head of a powerful Trade Association.
Silence descended upon the room as Feng Xiaoyu slipped out, leaving Wang Jian alone with his willing companions. He settled onto the sofa, the supple curves of Yin Lian and Mu Xuanyin molding themselves against him.
"Why not leave now?" Yin Lian purred, her voice laced with playful curiosity. "Why this... venue?"
Wang Jian smirked. "Ah, my dear Yin Lian," he began, fingers trailing a delicate pattern across Mu Xuanyin's bare shoulder. "This was merely a ploy to usher Feng Xiaoyu out of the room and leave this auction hall. I have a feeling... a very interesting event awaits her outside."
Yin Lian and Mu Xuanyin both furrowed their brows, confusion etched on their faces. "An event?" Mu Xuanyin echoed, her voice husky. "What do you mean?"
"Your former friend, Dong Aigou, was here," Wang Jian replied, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous glint.
Yin Lian frowned. "Dong Aigou? We didn't see him anywhere in the auction hall."
Wang Jian chuckled. "He was disguised, using some sort of transformation technique. But his spiritual signature can't hide from me." He traced a finger down Yin Lian's bare arm, his voice dropping to a low murmur.
Wang Jian then further explained, "He had his eyes set on a rather peculiar item during the auction, the same one I instructed Feng Xiaoyu to bid on. Right now, he's probably waiting for someone to leave this very room, someone carrying his prize and to ambush that individual to steal that stone."
He leaned closer, his lips brushing against Yin Lian's ear. "Little does Dong Aigou know," he whispered, a low chuckle escaping his lips, "that he's about to attack Feng Xiaoyu."
A stunned silence descended upon the room. Yin Lian and Mu Xuanyin exchanged bewildered glances. Dong Aigou attacking Feng Xiaoyu? It made no sense.
But before they could voice their confusion, Wang Jian silenced them with a passionate kiss, effectively dissolving further inquiries.
Outside, Feng Xiaoyu hurried through the bustling streets, a growing unease gnawing at her.
Just as Wang Jian had predicted, Feng Xiaoyu emerged from the auction hall, her cloak billowing behind her. But before she could melt into the throng of devils, a figure materialized from the shadows, blocking her path.
It was a man, unremarkable in every way. His clothes were worn, his face weather-beaten and ordinary. But something about his aura, his very presence, sparked a flicker of recognition in Feng Xiaoyu's eyes.