What are they doing?

Mu Han took his seat slowly, and Lu Zhizhi followed suit. He looked around and saw many cameras set up in the venue, with the lenses occasionally scanning the audience. He couldn't help but feel puzzled and turned to Lu Zhizhi, "Why are there so many cameras?"

Lu Zhizhi turned his head and said gently, "Hanhan, don't you know? This auction will be broadcast live."

"What?" Mu Han's eyes widened slightly, his tone filled with obvious surprise, "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Looking at his surprised expression, Lu Zhizhi couldn't help but smile and continued to explain gently: "Hanhan, you don't know yet? There are more than just paintings to be auctioned today."

Mu Han nodded, not quite understanding, and didn't ask any more questions. Lu Zhizhi looked at his slightly furrowed brows, a smile in his eyes, and whispered again: "Hanhan, how can you be so cute."

Mu Han's cheeks flushed at his sudden words, and he turned his head away embarrassedly, no longer looking at him. But Lu Zhizhi's eyes were still glued to him, gentle and affectionate, like a warm net, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Mr. Lu, can you please stop looking at me like that?" Mu Han finally couldn't help it and spoke with a bit of impatience.

Lu Zhizhi smiled and followed his words and said, "Sure, then Hanhan, can you talk to me?"

"Mr. Lu, I..." Mu Han was about to refuse when he was interrupted by Lu Zhizhi with a look of grievance.

"Hanhan, can you please stop calling me Mr. Lu?" There was a hint of pleading in his voice. "Call me Ah Zhi, or Zhi Zhi, either one is fine."

Mu Han was stunned for a moment, then politely refused: "But I feel a little awkward and can't say it out loud."

Lu Zhizhi didn't force it anymore, just staring at him with eyes filled with grievance, like a large dog being ignored by its owner. The two of them stared at each other in silence until the auctioneer's voice came from the stage: "The auction is about to begin. Are you ready to bid?"

The live broadcast signal had already been connected. Han Yi knew there would be a live broadcast today, so he had already pulled Mu Han's parents to sit on the sofa and wait. Luo Wanghan was also at home in front of the TV, staring at the screen while eating snacks. Qin Hui and his master, Qi Simi, were also watching the live broadcast in the studio.

The camera slowly scanned the venue, broadcasting the lively scene across the internet. Soon, the first lot was brought to the stage—an oil painting by Edward. Mu Han immediately collected his thoughts and began to examine it carefully. Meanwhile, Lu Zhizhi's gaze remained fixed on Mu Han, unconcerned with the items on the stage.

The first painting was eventually sold for 15 million. Immediately afterwards, the second painting was brought in. Mu Han looked at the familiar brushstrokes and composition and couldn't help but mutter, "This painting...why does it look so familiar?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhizhi followed his gaze towards the stage and gently explained, "Isn't this the 'Autumn Mountain Painting' that your master was auctioned off last time?"

Mu Han took a closer look and found that it was indeed the work of his master. He said in disbelief, "It really is... I have to tell my master right away."

"Don't worry," Lu Zhizhi held his hand. "I think your master is watching the live broadcast now. He must have seen it."

On the other side, Qin Hui and Qi Siyi were staring at the screen. When Qin Hui saw the second lot, he looked at his master in disbelief: "Master, isn't that the 'Autumn Mountain Painting' you auctioned last time? How did it appear here?"

Qi Siyi's expression changed slightly, but he didn't say anything. Qin Hui wanted to ask more, but he found that his master had already stood up and left the living room, returning to his room alone.

Qi Siyi closed the door, leaned against it, and whispered to himself: "Edward, after all these years, are you still going to take revenge on me?"

The auction continued, and the third, fourth, and fifth lots were all Qi Siyi's paintings. Mu Han grew increasingly angry as he looked at them, and suddenly stood up. "What on earth do they mean? Why are they taking my master's paintings? I'm going to go and reason with them!"

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush onto the stage. Lu Zhizhi was quick to act and pulled him into his arms, soothing him softly, "Hanhan, calm down first. Your master hasn't spoken yet, let's see what's going on first."

Mu Han was held by him and struggled a few times but failed to break free. Then he thought about it and felt that what he said made sense, so he stopped being impulsive, broke free from his arms, took out his cell phone and called his master.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. Mu Han asked nervously, "Master, are you okay? Did you see the live broadcast?"

On the other end of the phone, Qi Siyi forced a smile, but his voice was weak: "It's okay, I'll talk to you when you come back."

After saying that, he hung up the phone in a hurry. Lu Zhizhi walked forward and gently touched Mu Han's head: "Don't worry, your master knows what's going on."

Mu Han nodded, but his heart was still heavy. Seeing this, Lu Zhizhi said softly, "Let's go and have dinner."

Mu Han shook his head and said politely, "Mr. Lu, I really don't have much appetite. I want to go back and rest."

"Then let's go back." Lu Zhizhi responded immediately without forcing it.

The two waited at the entrance of the venue for a short while before the car arrived. Lu Zhizhi opened the door gentlemanly: "Hanhan, get in."

Mu Han said nothing as he bent down and got into the car. Lu Zhizhi followed him in, and the car fell into silence for a moment. He tilted his head to look at Mu Han's tense face and asked softly, "What's being auctioned this afternoon?"

"There will be an auction of jewelry, diamonds and other things in the afternoon." Lu Zhizhi replied.

Mu Han nodded and said nothing more.

The car arrived at the hotel quickly. Mu Han got out first and walked quickly towards the elevator. Lu Zhizhi followed him at a leisurely pace. When they reached the door of room 211, Mu Han stopped. Lu Zhizhi was not paying attention for a moment and accidentally bumped into his back.

Mu Han turned around, looked at him and said calmly: "Mr. Lu, I need to rest."

Lu Zhizhi looked at his slightly tired face, and said with a hint of reluctance in his voice: "I don't want to stay in a place without you."

Mu Han didn't say anything else, but turned around, opened the door slowly, and walked in without closing it. Lu Zhizhi hesitated for a moment, but still followed him in and gently closed the door.

"I need to rest now. Please don't follow me, Mr. Lu." Mu Han turned around with a hint of indifference in his tone.

Lu Zhizhi was startled by his sudden indifference and stood there in a daze, watching Mu Han walk to the bed and lie down with his back to him. After a long while, he slowly walked to the bed and stopped not far away, his eyes fixed on Mu Han's back.

He didn't know how long it had passed, but when he saw Mu Han's breathing gradually steady, as if he had fallen asleep, he quietly moved forward a few steps, quietly looking at his sleeping profile, with complex emotions surging in his eyes - heartache, guilt, and a hint of indescribable tenderness.