The man was very satisfied with his work, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

"My beautiful lady, it's all done. Are you satisfied?"

Upon hearing the sound, Jian Yixue opened her eyes, which had been dozing, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was somewhat dazed. Was this really her?

She usually just applies a casual, natural makeup look, and had never put on such a meticulous makeup before. Looking at the incredibly beautiful woman in the mirror, she was truly amazed.

Jane nodded to the man with a polite smile on her face.

"Thank you, I'm very satisfied."

Then Jian Yixue got up and walked towards Jiang Xuanjin.

Jiang Xuanjin watched as Jian Yixue, dressed in a red dress, swayed gracefully toward him, a smile growing wider on his lips, as if he quite liked her like this.

"So beautiful, my goddess."

Jiang Xuanjin praised Jian Yixue without reservation.

Jian Yixue was taken aback, unable to suppress the question that had been nagging at her, "Have we known each other before?"

Jian Yixue had searched through all her memories countless times, but she simply couldn't recall anyone named him.

Upon hearing this, a hint of hurt flashed across Jiang Xuanjin's face, but it disappeared quickly. He said softly, "You really don't remember?"

Upon hearing this, Jian Yixue became even more puzzled.

I really don't remember anything.

Do they really know each other?

I have no memory of it at all, how come?

"You mean we know each other? When?"

Jane asked the questions that had been bothering her.

Jiang Xuanjin was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "I know you, but if you don't remember, then forget it. Let's get to know each other again."

Jian Yixue was filled with questions.

What is all this?

She didn't want to get to know him again at all.

She desperately wanted to fly back to Ye Mohan's side, but she didn't know how badly Ye Mohan was injured.

These past few days, while she's been away, I wonder if he's been taking good care of his injuries.

Then, looking at Jiang Xuanjin, her tone was icy and devoid of any emotion, "You know I'm married, and you're doing this..."

Jiang Xuanjin's expression darkened upon hearing this, seemingly disliking Jian Yixue's reminder of the matter and the mention of Ye Mohan.

He interrupted Jian Yixue, his voice low, "I don't mind, as long as..."

"I mind. In this life, I belong to him in life and in death."

Jian Yixue's tone was firm, allowing no room for rebuttal.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuanjin's face turned extremely ugly, and he clenched his fists tightly to suppress the violence and jealousy in his heart.

"Is he really that good? Is he worth treating like this!"

"Um."

A silence fell between them, neither of them speaking first.

Instead, the man who was doing Jian Yixue's makeup not far away noticed the awkward atmosphere and forced himself to walk over. "Master Jin, are you not satisfied with this makeup? If you're not satisfied..."

"None of your business, get out of my way."

Jiang Xuanjin was just looking for an outlet for his anger when the man bumped into him.

Upon hearing this, the man was instantly terrified, fearing that if he didn't leave soon, he would anger this man, and he wouldn't be able to handle it. He quickly lowered his head and nodded, "Okay, okay, I'll leave right away."

Then he hurriedly left their sight.

After the man's meddling, Jiang Xuanjin regained a sliver of his rationality.

"Let's go to the auction, it's getting late."

Jiang Xuanjin spoke to Jian Yixue, whose complexion was still not good, not far away.

Calming down, he knew that this matter couldn't be rushed.

Looking at the angry Jian Yixue, Jiang Xuanjin recalled that she had the same temper when she was a child. Once she made up her mind about something, no one could change it.

Nothing has changed at all.

Jian Yixue really wanted to refuse him, but when she thought that going to the auction might give her a chance to escape, her cold face showed no extra expression. She nodded and followed Jiang Xuanjin away.

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Auction entrance

The car came to a smooth stop at the entrance. Jiang Xuanjin took the face mask handed to him by his confidant in the passenger seat and gave Jian Yixue a black sequined mask.

"Take it with you."

These are matching couple masks that Jiang Xuanjin specially commissioned for Jian Yixue to prepare for tonight's event.

Tonight, his identity is the Remnant God of the Underground Dark Empire, as everyone knows. The Remnant God never shows his true face.

Jian Yixue took it and put it on. It was just an ordinary party mask that only covered the area around her eyes.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Xuanjin elegantly put on his mask. His trusted aide in the passenger seat immediately got out of the car and opened the door for Jiang Xuanjin.

At this time, the auction was about to begin, and a few people were gradually heading into the auction hall from the entrance.

When Jiang Xuanjin's black limited edition Rolls-Royce was parked at the door, many young ladies from wealthy and noble families cast envious glances at him.

When she saw Jiang Xuanjin come down in a custom-made white suit and wearing his signature gold mask, her eyes gradually turned fiery, and feelings of admiration arose spontaneously.

But when the adults next to them saw the golden mask, their eyes narrowed and their expressions showed a hint of fear. They immediately pulled their daughters away from the scene.

In Country M, everyone knows that only the Crippled God likes to wear a golden mask.

This guy is someone they can't afford to mess with!

Among them, the uninformed outsiders and some bold individuals remained standing and watching.

After getting out of the car, Jiang Xuanjin straightened his clothes and then gentlemanly reached out his hand towards the inside of the car.

A slender, jade-like hand landed on Jiang Xuanjin's hand, followed by a woman in a red dress and diamond-encrusted high heels, also wearing a black mask.

Her aura was incredibly powerful, and the man beside her seemed more like a queen's knight, serving her.

Perhaps because the stares of others were too direct, the man looked unhappily at the people standing not far away who were staring at them.

That gaze was like snow falling in June, chilling to the bone. It made those around them shiver several times before they averted their gaze and quickly walked towards the auction hall.

Then, Jiang Xuanjin turned his head and leaned close to Jian Yixue, saying, "Give me some face, how about you hold my arm?"

When Jian Yixue saw Jiang Xuanjin speaking to her from the side, she felt a little uncomfortable and turned her head to the other side.

Then, she frowned, glanced around at the other people who had also come to attend the auction, and seeing that everyone else was accompanied by female companions, she didn't say anything, but instead took Jiang Xuanjin's arm.

Jiang Xuanjin smiled and led Jian Yixue toward the auction, with his confidants and bodyguards following closely behind.

Unbeknownst to Jian Yixue, Ye Mohan upstairs witnessed this scene clearly.

However, he doesn't know yet that this is Jian Yixue; he only feels that the two look very alike.

As she approached the auction venue, Jian Yixue looked up and examined the house in front of her.

This is a detached, antique-style two-story wooden building. The windows and supporting pillars are made of the finest Phoebe zhennan wood, and the service staff at the entrance are dressed in traditional Tang suits. It seems that the owner of this auction must have a profound background.

Upon entering the auction venue, the organizers arranged for staff to escort them to their private rooms, and soon they arrived at the private room number one.

The staff opened the door for the two of them and then stood by the door.