I Dragged My Fiance's Uncle off the Altar

61 Becoming Sworn Siblings

Xing Shu pursed her lips and thought to herself: “How typical of Cheng Lang. He can even overcome this!” However, when she recalled she had bedded Cheng Lang with just a glass of alcohol, a tinge of guilt came over her. “… Perhaps that drug wasn’t strong.”

Xiao Zhuo looked at her with a faint smile. “That’s a banned drug in North America—because it’s so strong that no man can resist it. When this matter blew up, many people guessed that Cheng Lang couldn’t get it up.”

Xing Shu blushed. As she recalled Cheng Lang’s sexual prowess, heat flamed through her entire body. What do you mean ‘couldn’t get it up’? He was spectacular!

“Then…” Xing Shu was eager for more gossip, but she felt a tug on her wrist and her body leaned over in reflex. Cheng Lang’s voice was glacial. “Joined at heads. Are you planning on becoming sworn siblings?”

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Xiao Zhuo still had a lot of gossip to share with Xing Shu. When he saw Xing Shu being yanked back by Cheng Lang, he frowned. “Cheng Lang, you have your bids and I have my fun. Let’s not get in each other’s way.”

Their eyes met, and Cheng Lang smiled. “I feel you’re having fun with mine.”

Xiao Zhuo: “…” He choked and could not retort. Xing Shu’s face flushed red and she lowered her head, not daring to look at anyone.

Xing Shu could no longer remember what happened next. She did not even know that Cheng Lang spent 400 million yuan buying the Ten-sided Spirited Wall Scroll until much later.

Ten-sided Spirited Wall Scroll was the finale, but the organizer had a secret lot that had not been announced yet. This lot was omitted from the catalog and word was that it would be revealed at the auction. It was precisely because of this that there were so many professional bidders—many of them were here for this secret lot.

It was rare for the three auctioneers to be uncharacteristically silent for a moment before announcing the last lot excitedly.

Xing Shu felt out of place. It was not until the commotion started that she snapped out of her reverie and looked up at the auction block. The last lot was Da Vinci’s Savior!

Ambient voices suddenly became loud and noisy, which in turn, caused the professional bidders to raise their voices to report on the situation to their clients on the other end of the line. An item that should have been in the Louvre had appeared at the auction.

Xing Shu was also surprised. She then heard Xiao Zhuo’s bid. Each bid was higher than the last; this final lot was undoubtedly the climax of the auction. However, Cheng Lang and Nie Heng seemed to be uninterested in this lot. After getting what they wanted, they were silent. On the other hand, Xiao Zhuo made four counterbids. He wore a rarified serious expression on his face, and even sat up straight.

Xing Shu thought of Xiao Zhuo’s lost sister. Perhaps Xiao Zhuo was bidding it for his mother because the name of this painting could be some sort of comfort.

After eight rounds of bidding, Xiao Zhuo finally won the painting for 900 million US dollars. As the lights came on with the fall of the gavel, the waiters ushered everyone to the gala next door—the main event.

Xing Shu followed suit. Amid the chatter, Xing Shu’s gaze landed on the President of AN Group.

Cheng Lang was led backstage by the waiter to complete the purchase. With no familiar faces around, Xing Shu stood in an inconspicuous corner, pontificating on how to approach the President of AN Group later… Xing Shu was not aware that someone was live-streaming nearby on their cell phone and the camera had caught her face. The split-second shot was enough to attract attention.

The guy doing the live-stream was hired by his client to attend this gala. Perhaps aware it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he had released the live-stream preview early on—promising his viewers a chance to experience a premier auction in person. Although some media was allowed during the auction, all media was restricted in the ensuing gala. But there was no restriction for guests who wanted to live-stream. Those who followed this live-stream were from the financial industry—everyone wanted to have a glimpse of the movers and shakers in a private setting.

Other than the students from Beijing University, there were also students from other campuses watching the live-stream. They were all from China. After all, the live-streamer was from Beijing University. He said in a soft voice-over, “That’s the President of Fenglei Group. I don’t think he bought anything this time…”

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