Inside the master bedroom of the Kyoto Mansion, Su Wanwan made final adjustments to the position of her diamond necklace in front of the full-length mirror. Her fiery red fishtail dress perfectly accentuated her slender waist and graceful curves, while the open back added a touch of sexiness. She twirled, the hem of her dress blooming like flower petals.

"Han Feng! Are you done yet?" she called out to the next room. "It's almost time, we should leave."

There was no response. Su Wanwan walked to Han Feng's door in her newly bought high heels, and just as she was about to knock, the door opened by itself.

Her hand hovered in mid-air, and her mouth unconsciously opened slightly.

Standing at the door, Han Feng seemed like a completely different person—a well-tailored black suit accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, while the collar of his white shirt was slightly open, revealing a hint of his collarbone. His usually casually hanging black hair was now meticulously combed up, further highlighting his angular features and unfathomable eyes.

"Have you seen enough?" Han Feng raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with a hint of mockery.

Su Wanwan snapped back to reality, her ears burning: "Who, who was looking at you! I came to urge you!" She turned and walked away, almost tripping over her own high heels.

Han Feng smiled slightly and followed her downstairs. In the living room, Qin Chuan had been waiting for a long time, and he was clearly taken aback when he saw the two of them.

"Mr. Han, Ms. Su, are you heading to the red carpet?" he said half-jokingly, then quickly regained his professional demeanor, "The car is ready. I'll give you a brief update on tonight's events on the way."

The extended Lincoln smoothly drove towards the Emperor Hotel. Qin Chuan opened his tablet and pulled up an encrypted list:

"Tonight, 37 family or business representatives are present. Among them, noteworthy are: the Li Group, which mainly deals in semiconductor raw materials and is a key supplier for our Silicon Crystal Technology project; the Zhang family, which owns the largest chip packaging factory in China; and..."

As Su Wanwan listened to these resounding names, she stole glances at Han Feng beside her. In the soft car lighting, his profile was sculpted to perfection, his long, slender fingers occasionally tapping lightly on the tablet, issuing brief instructions. This boy, almost invisible in school, now exuded an undeniable aura of dominance.

"...Finally, it's the Zhao Group," Qin Chuan said with a hint of disdain, "They brought a ten million yuan quota to bid on that batch of high-precision measuring instruments. I heard they're facing financial difficulties; this is the maximum cash flow they can mobilize."

A hint of amusement flashed in Han Feng's eyes: "Very good."

The Emperor Hotel's golden lobby was brightly lit. Qin Chuan went to handle official business first, while Han Feng led Su Wanwan towards the dining area. Along the way, many people were drawn to the handsome man and beautiful woman.

"Wow! This is so delicious!" Su Wanwan completely ignored the stares around her, lingering at the buffet like a child who had discovered a new continent. "Han Feng, you have to try this caviar!"

She scooped up a full spoonful and brought it to Han Feng's lips. Han Feng reluctantly opened his mouth to take it, but before he could even comment, a sharp, mocking voice came from behind him:

"Where did this wild girl come from, treating a high-end auction like a buffet?"

A heavily made-up middle-aged woman walked over, her perfume pungent and overpowering. She scrutinized Su Wanwan's eating habits with a critical look, her red lips curling into a sarcastic smile: "She's pretty, but unfortunately, she has no manners."

"What did you say?"

Su Wanwan's smile froze on her face. Han Feng's eyes instantly turned cold.

"Oh, you can understand human language? I was wondering where this wild girl came from, running around here making a fool of herself."

"I apologize." Su Wanwan put down her plate, her voice unusually serious.

The woman scoffed, "Oh, quite the temper. Do you know who I am? The wife of the chairman of the Zhao Group!" She deliberately flashed her diamond-encrusted watch. "I've seen plenty of girls like you who climb the social ladder by relying on their looks."

Han Feng stepped forward, blocking Su Wanwan's path: "Last chance, apologize."

"What? Trying to stand up for your little lover?" The woman, far from backing down, raised her voice to attract attention. "Where's security? Shouldn't someone who sneaks in without an invitation to freeload be asked to leave?"

"Smack!"

A resounding slap interrupted her shouting. The woman covered her face, staring at Han Feng in disbelief: "You...you dare hit me?"

"Slipped." Han Feng calmly took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands. "Now, either get lost, or I'll slip again."

The woman's face turned ashen, and she stomped her high heels hard on the ground: "You just wait!" After saying that, she turned and walked away, almost knocking over a passing waiter.

Su Wanwan tugged at Han Feng's sleeve: "Won't this cause you trouble?"

"Troublesome?" Han Feng chuckled. "The Zhao Group isn't even qualified to be my rival."

"Hey, isn't this our 'Supercar Prince'?"

At that moment, a voice came from inside; it was Zhao Mingkai.

Zhao Mingkai stood in front of Han Feng and Su Wanwan, deliberately emphasizing the word "prince," while his henchmen around him sneered in agreement. Today, he was wearing a silver-gray suit with a diamond lapel pin on his tie, and his hair was slicked back, making him look like a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

Su Wanwan rolled her eyes and was about to retort when Han Feng gently squeezed her hand, signaling her not to move.

"Get out of the way." Han Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it made Zhao Mingkai unconsciously take a half step back.

But alcohol and pride quickly made him straighten his back: "What, feeling guilty?" He deliberately raised his voice, "I just checked the guest list. Everyone here today is either the chairman of the group or a family heir, not a single one with the surname Han." He leaned closer to Han Feng, his breath reeking of alcohol, "You didn't steal this invitation, did you?"

Han Feng didn't even raise an eyebrow, only glancing at his watch: "The auction is about to begin."

"Scared?" Zhao Mingkai blocked his way triumphantly. "Don't forget our bet! Whoever leaves empty-handed today will leave Wanwan forever!" He looked at Su Wanwan affectionately. "Wanwan, after I win the final blue diamond, I'll formally propose to you!"

Su Wanwan made a vomiting face: "Zhao Mingkai, I suggest you go to the hospital right now and see a neurologist."

"Stubborn!" Zhao Mingkai wasn't offended; instead, he became even more excited. "Han Feng, don't say I'm bullying you. Here's the deal: if you can bid on any item, even the cheapest one, that broken vase, I'll consider you a winner. How about it?"

Han Feng finally gave him a proper look, his gaze as if he were looking at an idiot.

"Finished talking?" Han Feng put his arm around Su Wanwan's shoulder. "Let's go, the view is better from the front."

Zhao Mingkai stood frozen in place, his facial muscles twitching. He had imagined Han Feng would be angry, beg for mercy, or even attack him, but he hadn't expected the other party to...ignore him like this. This utter contempt was more hurtful than any retaliation.

"You just wait!" he roared at their retreating figures. "I'll make you crawl out of here on your knees!"

Han Feng didn't even turn his head; he just waved his hand casually, as if shooing away flies.