Chapter 32 You're so impatient you can't even wait a few hours?

The guests instinctively turned around.

There stood a boy at the back door. He was tall and had a clean-cut appearance. His eyes were clear and bright, and he seemed innocent and naive.

He was wearing a black casual suit, the most ordinary outfit, but around his neck was a choker necklace with a wild rose pendant that was eye-catchingly red under the corridor lights.

Like a drop of blood from the heart, or a cinnabar mole, it grows freely on the almost transparent collarbone.

After standing still, his grape-like eyes moved slightly, as if searching for someone. Only then did everyone notice that there were several tassels hanging from the back of his neck, swaying gently with his movements, revealing a touch of charm amidst his innocence.

Amidst the elegant attire and swaying hair of the guests, she was stunning at first glance.

"Whose young master is this? I've never seen him before."

"If you, who frequents banquets all year round, have never seen this before, we certainly wouldn't know. Tsk tsk, she's really good-looking."

"It's a pity I'm married, otherwise I would definitely go and ask him for his contact information."

"It's not too late now, why not replace your CEO Wang? You've been looking at him for two years, you must be tired of him by now."

"You little brat, always teasing me. But he looks familiar, like I've seen him somewhere before..."

"Could she be a minor celebrity?"

Everyone speculated about which young master Xia Mian was, and the media's flashbulbs went off without restraint, making all the auction items pale in comparison.

Xia Mian's eyes were a little blurry from the light, so she raised her hand to cover her cheek.

At the moment when the sound waves were at their loudest, the man sitting in the middle of the first row suddenly spoke up: "Xia Mian, come here."

His voice was deep and piercing.

The banquet hall was swept by a tornado called "Silence," and fell silent instantly. The guests exchanged glances but did not utter a single word.

The event was hosted by the Cheng family of Beijing, and most of their social circle came to show their support; everyone present was either rich or powerful.

The first row is the most prestigious, and those sitting in the middle of the first row...

They were people you had to be careful about even when you spoke.

So—this handsome boy was brought by the Zhou family?!

The guests dared not continue joking about Xia Mian; they didn't seem to care about their lives. They were only secretly curious: given the Zhou family patriarch's aloof nature and mysterious private life, did bringing someone to a public place for the first time signify something?

Despite the many curious and inquisitive gazes, Xia Mian calmly walked to the first row and sat down next to Zhou Pingchuan.

The situation stabilized, and the first item was won by Cheng Qi, the successor of the Cheng family. The second item then went up for auction.

Xia Mian had been to many auctions, but most of these charity events were just for fun, with nothing worth collecting. So she secretly looked at the man beside her.

Zhou Pingchuan's gaze was fixed on the main stage; he hadn't glanced at it even once since he entered.

He had already felt how amazing the guests were, so why was Zhou Pingchuan so calm?

Is he not even as good as that vase on the auction stage?

Xia Mian felt uncomfortable, so she picked up the auction catalog and examined it over and over again.

While playing, he casually said, "Sorry, Third Master, this is my first time in Nangang. I don't know the place well, so I'm late."

"The invitation letter has an address."

"Really? I didn't notice. Actually, I wanted to ask Jay Chou to come with me, but I couldn't get in touch with him, so I'm late." Xia Mian shrugged.

In the morning, as soon as Zhou Pingchuan landed in Nangang, Cheng Qi took him away immediately, and they didn't have a moment to rest until they entered the venue.

Before the auction began, the assistant reported on the phone calls that had occurred during the day. When he mentioned someone had lost their temper with him, Zhou Pingchuan immediately guessed which cat was behind it.

Zhou Pingchuan looked at the auction stage without saying a word.

Silence returned to his side, and Xia Mian, who had been waiting for a long time, grew increasingly angry.

He complained here, but Zhou Pingchuan didn't offer a single word of explanation. That lack of response was particularly unpleasant.

“Mr. Zhou,” Xia Mian immediately adopted a businesslike tone, “when shall we discuss the date?”

"It's being auctioned," Zhou Pingchuan reminded him.

Of course he knew it was an auction; he wasn't deaf or blind: "Sorry, Mr. Jay, I'm very busy, unlike you who have so much free time. If you want to talk, tell me a time. If you don't want to talk, you can simply ignore me; why bother making me come all this way for nothing?"

I know you're in a hurry.

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Who's in a hurry?!

Do you really think I want to marry you?!

Xia Mian choked for a moment, then turned and glared at Zhou Pingchuan.

The man wore a plain-colored suit with dark patterns, his Windsor knot neat and elegant. He still leaned on his antler cane, his jaw was deep and his face was expressionless.

He carried the scent of fir trees, sharp and distant, awe-inspiring, yet irresistibly inviting one to kneel before him and let him pluck them.

"Fine," Xia Mian closed her eyes, deciding not to stoop to the level of that pretentious guy.

The auction ended quickly, the lights came on, and it was time for the afterparty.

Based on Xia Mian's experience attending parties, Zhou Pingchuan would definitely be pulled away by a group of people to "reminisce" alone. He didn't want to go with them, so he made a secret trip to the toilet two minutes early to urinate.

When he came out after washing his hands, all the lights were already on, and the organizers had prepared a sumptuous buffet dinner. Xia Mian asked a waiter for a plate, grabbed a glass of sweet wine, and strolled around the venue looking for something to eat.

On the second floor, in a private room, four people sat at a card table.

"Eight of Thousands," Cheng Qi threw down a card, "Third brother, what's the situation with that guy downstairs?"

"Bump. My marriage partner."

Cheng Qi nearly flipped the card table: "When did this happen? How come I didn't know?"

Cheng Qi and Zhou Pingchuan have been friends since childhood, and he is the only one in the circle who dares to speak to Zhou Pingchuan like that; the other two are secretly terrified.

"Do I need to report to you beforehand what I'm doing?" Zhou Pingchuan said expressionlessly.

"Hey, where did this anger come from?" Cheng Qi smiled and fed him another three of bamboo.

Across from Cheng Qi, the second young master of the Liu family had a boy on each arm—both were models who were somewhat well-known in the industry.

The boy on the left was responsible for drawing cards for him, while the boy on the right was peeling lychees for him. He took the lychees with his tongue, but his eyes were wandering absentmindedly, glancing out the window at the ground floor.

A boy wearing a rose pendant is standing in front of a dessert plate, looking picky and debating whether it tastes good or not.

Like a beautiful and precious flower, its appearance was so enticing that Liu Er's gaze lingered there, and he couldn't look away. As he looked at it, he wondered to himself, "Why isn't this rose mine?"

If it were his own, he would definitely drive away all the other women around him and serve them exclusively.

Lovers are like food; once you have the most delicious dish, there's no need to eat anything else. It's a waste of time, and even if you force yourself to eat it, it's tasteless.

Suddenly, a male voice rang in his ear: "Liu Er, it's your turn."

The volume wasn't loud, but for some reason, Liu Er sensed a hint of displeasure in it. He quickly composed himself and tried to smooth things over: "Look at my low alcohol tolerance, after two cups of 'horse urine,' I can't even concentrate on playing cards with Third Master anymore."

As he spoke, he poured wine for Zhou Pingchuan as an apology, his eyes involuntarily drifting downstairs.

This was outrageous! Liu Er burst into a tirade: "Where did this bastard come from, daring to harass the guests at the banquet!"