Gong Ning sat silently on the bed, recalling the time after the destruction of the Gong clan when she had just transmigrated to the Gu You Dynasty. At that time, she was in a daze, and even her memories were confused. But no matter how blurry her memories were, the grief and dull pain in her heart could not be dispelled. She could not muster the slightest desire to live, like a soulless walking corpse. Yet, in a moment of blankness, she would unknowingly burst into tears.
Later, she learned sculpture.
Micro-carving demands a high level of willpower; one must be completely focused during the carving process and cannot afford to be distracted in the slightest.
Correspondingly, it can also temper one's mind and calm one's temperament.
At that time, she didn't quite understand why her master's gaze held both satisfaction and a hint of sadness.
Thinking about it now, he must have missed his grandmother a lot, right?
Love separated by time and space, a sorrow of helplessness, no wonder...
Later, she learned a lot from the artisans in the palace and traveled around with her grandfather, the emperor...
Before she knew it, sixteen years had passed, and she had returned to the modern world...
Gong Ning patted A Lin's head, smiled slightly, and then sent a message to Luo Xi, "Luo Xi, help me prepare an invitation to tomorrow night's auction."
Since it was her master's work, she wouldn't let it be left to circulate outside.
Meanwhile, at Xingzhan Garden in Liangcheng, Bai Yi hurriedly entered the study and respectfully addressed the aloof and indifferent man sitting at the table, "Sir, the official auction organizers have sent an invitation. Our people infiltrated the premises and confirmed the presence of Yuan Yu. The information released by the World Literature Association on the dark web this time should be true."
The man held the custom-made gilded fountain pen in his hand, twirling it casually, his thin lips remaining pursed.
In the days since Gong Ning left, he has become increasingly silent, and his expression has become even more unfathomable. Before, Bai Yi could barely guess what he was thinking through his micro-expressions, but now, he has no confidence at all.
Yan Jingzhou didn't say anything and remained in the same position, but Bai Yi clearly felt the temperature in the room drop sharply and the oppressive atmosphere hit him. He subconsciously broke out in a few beads of cold sweat on his back.
After a moment, Yan Jingzhou spoke, "Go arrange a private jet. It will fly to Los Angeles tomorrow. You go."
His deep voice carried a hint of dark hoarseness.
"Yes!" After reporting on the other tasks, he strode out the door, and Bai Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
For the first time, Bai Yi, who is usually calm and composed, had the idea of letting Gong Ning come back and have a proper relationship with her husband.
Although the gentleman looked unwell on the day he saw Miss Gong off, he silently conveyed to Gong Ning the message that "once you go back, don't come back."
But he clearly misses Miss Gong. Why doesn't the master go to such a good opportunity as the auction?
If it weren't for you, sir, would that young master of the Gong family have been able to find out about Shen Rongzhi and Shen Yuchen so quickly? And how could he have roughly determined the activity range of Nan Yuan, who had been missing for many years?
After doing so much behind the scenes, isn't this the perfect opportunity to coax him back?
***
The next day, Lu Weixi, dressed in an evening gown, watched Gong Ning put on the evening gown she had personally chosen, and her eyes crinkled with joy.
The young girl was beautiful. The sleeves, adorned with organza, swayed slightly, and her pink dress made her resemble a newly blossoming lotus. Although she was fully covered up, revealing only her snow-white collarbone, it did not diminish her charm in the slightest. She was elegant yet proud, and extremely lively.
Gong Xiangru wore a moon-white knee-length dress. Although the color was simple, the intricate embroidery made her look even more gentle and dignified, a typical image of a socialite.
Just as she was about to leave, a maid came in from outside, smiling, "Second Miss, this is an invitation to the auction from the World Literature Association..."
Gong Xiangru was taken aback for a moment, then smiled gently, took the invitation, and winked at Lu Weixi, "Mom, it seems I don't need the invitation you prepared."
Lu Weixi smiled and tapped her forehead.
Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, a few servants chimed in, "Second Miss is really amazing! My little niece is a fan of yours. She even asked me to ask you for an autographed photo the other day!"
Gong Xiangru was in a good mood. "Yes, I'll give it to you after the auction. Thank you for liking me!"
Gong Xiangru's manners and speech were always impeccable.
Gong Xiaojing, who was also standing nearby, joked, "Don't be too proud. There's still the semi-finals. Don't get too proud and fail to pass. I'd like to see how you face your grandmother then."
Gong Xiangru took her arm and said, "Dad, if you say that, and I really don't pass the semi-finals, I'll blame you."
That's what they say, but everyone knows that Gong Xiangru's pride and ability absolutely won't allow her to fail the semi-finals.
"Alright, stop joking. There will be a lot of people at the auction tonight, so take good care of your sister."
"Okay, okay." Gong Xiangru smiled and grabbed Gong Ning's hand, pinching her cheek. "I promise to take good care of Xiao Ayun and bring him home safely and intact."
Gong Ning broke free and rushed into Lu Weixi's arms, crying out, "Mommy, there's murderous intent in my sister's eyes! I'm scared!"
Everyone burst into laughter. Gong Xiangru tried her best to suppress the gloom deep in her eyes, and her smile was gentle and bright.
The servants nearby quietly gathered together and whispered among themselves, "The second young lady is truly outstanding. Even the World Literature Association gives her face, and she has an unparalleled skill in carving walnuts. No wonder Her Majesty the Queen likes her."
"Yes, yes, Miss is only eighteen years old and has already graduated from a prestigious university. How can someone be so outstanding?"
"She has a good temper and is beautiful. I really don't know what kind of boy could be worthy of such a young lady."
"Actually, I think the Third Miss is a very nice person. She's also pretty, with big, bright, and expressive eyes. Don't you all think so?" A young maid couldn't help but speak up, looking at the others expectantly, hoping to get their approval and agreement.
Unexpectedly, the previously lively atmosphere suddenly disappeared, and a few fleeting expressions of disdain flashed across the faces of the servants, but they said nothing.
But the indifference in his eyes made the maid uncomfortable.
Just then, Sang Mo's butler strode over, followed by two other people carrying a large, exquisitely packaged box.
Lu Weixi asked in surprise, "A-Sang, why are you smiling so happily? Is there something good happening?"
"Madam, this is from the World Literature Association, along with a letter."
A hint of smugness flashed in Gong Xiangru's eyes, but she remained seated on the sofa, feigning confusion as she asked, "Didn't the World Literature Association just send over the auction invitations? What's this?"
The group of servants, who had been quiet, started chattering again, "My goodness, I'm so envious. It's true that ability is a person's greatest charm. The Second Miss is so capable and outstanding, no wonder the World Literature Association values her so much."
Lu Weixi spoke up, "Is this for Xiangru? Bring it over first!"
Sang Mo was taken aback and subconsciously said, "No, it has the Third Miss's name written on it. It's for the Third Miss!"
The hall fell silent instantly...
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