In the past, Huo Chenyu would have been a big buyer on occasions like this, but he might not make a move tonight, so Shen Yu, to be on the safe side, invited several calligraphy and painting enthusiasts to come.
Jiang Mian sighed:
"Madam may not accept your gift now, so why bother, eldest son?"
The calligraphy and paintings I bought in the past were all gifts for my wife.
Huo Chenyu glared at him: "Speak less and do more. Do you still want to get married?"
He was playing the victim the day before yesterday, and today he's gotten bold again.
Jiang Mian obediently shut up.
The auction started at 7:30 p.m., and everyone gradually took their seats in the venue. Lu Zhixing and Tang Li chose a seat on the side, close to the entrance.
When the first item was auctioned, Huo Chenyu was still resting with his eyes closed in the private room. The medicine he had taken was already taking effect, and his migraine had been relieved.
Jiang Mian kept an eye on things in the venue. Lin Yiyun asked him several times, and the answer she got was that Huo Chenyu was still on a very important phone call.
When the third item was brought out for auction, Jiang Mian immediately spotted the antique fan, whose inscription was a genuine work by a famous calligrapher.
Wasn't that a gift from the eldest brother to his wife?
Jiang Mian sensed something was wrong and quickly retreated. Just as he reached the door, he encountered Huo Chenyu walking towards him from afar. He hurriedly went to greet him, but he was not good at lying and struggled for a long time to come up with a good excuse to stop Huo Chenyu.
Just as Huo Chenyu entered the venue, Yunxi took a picture of the antique fan.
The fourth item to be auctioned was the painting of mandarin ducks.
Huo Chenyu happened to be standing next to Tang Li, and the atmosphere instantly became awkward.
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