Chapter 43 Chapter 43 Spending a Hundred Dollars
A few days later, when Su Luyao had completely calmed down, she knocked on Xitong's door.
"Xiao Xi, are you free to chat?"
Su Luyao, wearing her loose T-shirt again, looked a little haggard, with her red and swollen eyes and dark circles, which made people feel distressed. However, her cheerful tone showed that she had calmed down.
"certainly!"
Xi Tong, who had completely forgotten about time by burying himself in work, immediately put down the work in his hands and put his arm around Su Luyao's shoulders.
"At home? Or do you want me to take you out for a spin in my sports car? Take any car in the garage!"
Xitong waved her hand, looking like "Don't be afraid, I'm rich."
Su Luyao couldn't help laughing: "Miss, is the sports car in the basement yours? Just pick any one you want."
"So what if it's not mine? The owner of the car has to kneel down and serve me..."
That absurd morning reappeared in Xitong's mind. The tingling sensation of being filled and the pain of regret from being rubbed afterwards seemed to have not subsided yet.
Her fair face turned mostly red.
"Tsk tsk tsk! I think you're hopeless. Marry Xitong, it's worth it! Not only the sports car in the garage, but even this hotel-like house is yours. Tell me, if Lihe Group and Haicheng Group merged, would you become the richest man in the country?"
"No, no, am I someone who would sell out my marriage for such a small sum of money?"
In the corridor covered with thick blankets, Xitong and Su Luyao crossed their arms, leaned against each other tightly, and walked staggeringly.
The sunlight stretched their shadows very long.
Suddenly, the figures of the couple leaning against each other overlapped with the Luming Village behind B University ten years ago.
On the small road outside the university, at nine o'clock in the evening, mobile stalls pushed one after another, selling barbecue, fried yogurt, fruits... The dim light of the street lamps was divided into several parts by the dense leaves.
"Yaoyao, I'm so curious about what it's like for you to be in love? I can't even imagine it!"
"Hahaha, I can't imagine it either. It would probably be weird! After entering university, I basically haven't talked to any boys."
"You must find someone who treats you well and understands you, but don't be like me..."
"Yu Sixie is quite good, but he's a little too straightforward. If you give him some training, he should be fine."
"No, it's too painful. We can't understand each other at all."
…
Lu Jing Coffee Shop.
Xitong stirred the pearl milk tea in the glass. She ordered the milk tea that the heroine of the novel drank when she first met the hero - Green Encounter.
"So, what do you like about Wen Yanming?"
She asked.
"It's just a feeling, right? The feeling of being moved." Su Luyao lowered her eyes. "Just like what you always say, Xiaoxi, people who haven't been in a relationship just don't understand this feeling. I always thought I would never fall in love with someone in my life, but when it really came, it was so unexpected."
"To put it bluntly, you can't even choose who you like."
"I knew he liked you, but I still chose to confess. It's my own fault that I ended up like this."
"Actually, I didn't really understand him. Even if he agreed to marry me, would that be true love? I only loved the 'one' I desired, the one I forced upon him."
Su Luyao analyzed herself in detail, and Xitong listened attentively.
While listening to Su Luyao's story, she was also reflecting on herself. She always felt that Yu Sixie didn't understand her and didn't really love her, but what about herself?
When I was in my early twenties, did I also plunge into my own fantasy love like the reckless Su Luyao?
She had a boyfriend in mind, and there was no way Yu Sixie could be the same person as the one she imagined.
So, she always feels hurt.
Yu Sixie did not do well, but did she also do something wrong?
"Hello, ladies."
A waiter wearing a brown apron interrupted Su Luyao and Xi Tong's thoughts.
"I see you've been sitting here all afternoon. It's already six in the evening. Do you need some more food?"
"Gurgle gurgle--" Su Luyao's stomach responded to the waiter's question before her mouth.
“Hahahahahahahaha——”
The three people present burst into laughter.
Su Luyao clutched her stomach, tears streaming down her face, not knowing whether it was due to the sadness she felt earlier or the joy she felt now. "I'm really hungry."
Xi Tong keenly noticed that the waiter's eyes never left Su Luyao. "Do you know Yaoyao?"
The waiter nodded. "This lady comes here often, so I remembered her. Actually, I'm also a big fan of 'The Love Story of Sisyphus'! I've always wanted to add her in touch. The first time I saw you, I knew we were alike!"
Compared to the young man's excitement, Su Luyao felt a little embarrassed, but her lonely eyes were now shining because of the novel. She unconsciously touched the back of her head, "Haha, really?"
The young man did not flinch because of Su Luyao's awkwardness. His eyes were wide open like a little white teddy bear. "That's right! Let's be friends, okay?"
Xitong, who was sitting nearby, silently took in the scene before her and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
There is space for two people.
The fastest way to forget someone is to meet someone new.
…
The crystal chandelier poured down countless points of light, which flowed on the marble floor and were broken up by the lady's long skirt, scattering into floating starlight all over the room.
The air was filled with an expensive smell - the fruity aroma of champagne, the woody richness of cigars, the base notes of high-end perfume, and something more intangible: the intertwined smell of power and capital.
The elegant clothes and beautiful hair are just a footnote.
Everyone's gaze, whether overt or covert, drifted towards the slightly elevated platform at the front of the hall, where a miniature representation of power stood.
Yu Sixie and Xi Tong stood out in the crowd.
The man was wearing a meticulously crafted dark suit, and his watch slipped casually out of his cuff when he raised his glass, reflecting a calm light, the price of which was enough to support the expenses of a small family for several years.
And Xi Tong beside him was like a flowing treasure in a golden feast.
Silk, velvet, and tulle embellished with tiny crystals wrap around God's meticulously carved figure.
Her laughter was more melodious, like pearls rolling on a silver plate, but her eyes were just as sharp.
Although Haicheng Group's headquarters is in W City, its business scope is very wide. In addition to avoiding cooperation with Lihe Group, it has had intersections with some old companies in Jing City.
Some businessmen are no strangers to Xi Tong.
But what caught their interest was not Xi Tong's appearance at the annual high-end dinner tonight, but her hand in hand with Yu Sixie.
This is the first time the two have appeared together on an important occasion.
Could it be that the variety show a while ago was real? Wasn't it just a show that President Xi and President Yu put on for the public to save their reputation?
Words have multiple meanings here.
"How's it going?" might be an inquiry about the company's stock price; "It was a great evening" might hint at a pleasant collaboration; and "We should find a time to talk" is practically an invitation to a potential business deal. Not a single word here is superfluous; every syllable carries a hidden price tag.
On the platform, Madam Yu was surrounded by several middle-aged women dressed elegantly and luxuriously.
"What's going on? Is Sixie really dating that wild girl from W City? Isn't it rumored that you hate her?"
"Are you pregnant? Then just go abroad and give birth to the baby. There's no need to act like this. It's so uncomfortable to be with such an uneducated person.
"This girl probably has bad fortune. She will bring bad luck to her parents. She cannot be married into the family."
Seeing that Madam Yu did not refute, all kinds of rumors became more and more rampant.
Everyone naturally thought that Yu's mother would not allow Xitong to marry into the Yu family, and the atmosphere at the dinner party changed instantly.
The look he gave Yu Sixie and Xi Tong changed from surprise to ridicule.
Several bosses who had learned from their wives that Madam Yu disliked Xi Tong came to talk to her. Their attitude was extremely bad, and they looked her up and down as if she were an abandoned commodity.
Some even extended their hands directly to Xitong.
Naturally, all these extraordinary actions failed. Yu Sixie, who was with Xitong, was like a huge wall that blocked all the harm.
The aura around the man grew increasingly gloomy, and just when he was about to take Xitong away, the charity auction began.
"fine."
Xitong, unfazed by the pain, chose a comfortable seat that wasn't too conspicuous. She quite liked the setting of the banquet, and since she was in a good mood, she wanted to stay.
The auction started off normally, with a lazy sense of abundance in the air, until the jade necklace appeared.
The necklace lay quietly on black velvet, the light from the glass display case casting a precise shadow on it. It was no ordinary green; it was a deep green that had lain dormant for millennia beneath the polar glaciers, its luster so intense it seemed to drip with water. Each cabochon jade was plump and round, flawless, and framed with a dense tapestry of diamonds, like a moon in the sky. It was from the collection of a fallen royal family, and the reserve price was high enough to silence most of the crowd.
The bidding rose steadily among several collectors, and the numbers rolled gracefully, like a tacit gentleman's game.
Then she raised her sign.
She didn't raise her hand slightly, but rather raised her wrist steadily, her fingertips gracefully touching the ceiling. The host's voice immediately caught her: "Madam Yu, your bid is valid."
Everyone's gaze shifted subtly.
Madam Yu sat in the front row, wearing a dark green velvet dress, her hair neatly tied up, and two small pearls on her earlobes shone softly.
There was no expression on her face. She didn't have the sharpness of determination nor the arrogance of showing off her wealth. She was as calm as if she was just taking a picture of a flower that caught her eye.
Someone raised the price. Without hesitation, she raised her sign again. Her amplitude and gesture were exactly the same as before.
The price had climbed to a staggering figure. The competitor, a wealthy woman renowned for her jewelry collection, raised her hand again, a hint of competition on her face, and looked in Madam Yu's direction.
The place was completely silent, champagne glasses resting on lips, no one talking, but everyone felt the silent, gradually tightening tension.
Madam Yu did not turn around to look at the competitor.
She just turned slightly and looked at Xitong who was sitting in the corner.
Catching the admiring look in Xitong's eyes as she looked at the jewelry, Madam Yu smiled faintly, and there was an unquestionable fondness in that smile.
She turned around and raised her number plate for the third time as the host asked, "Are there any more bids?"
She did not directly report a more shocking number, but used her steady gestures to tell the audience: no matter how much the opponent bet, she would follow and crush him.
This is an absolute, silent dominance.
The competitor lowered his license plate, smiled, and gave up. Perhaps he felt it was not worth it, or perhaps he was intimidated by this gesture.
The hammer sound fell.
"Deal! Congratulations, Madam Yu!"
After a brief silence, applause broke out, louder than ever before, mixed with exclamations and whispers.
Madam Yu then slowly stood up with a graceful demeanor.
She did not immediately go through the formalities or check the priceless jewelry, but walked towards Xitong.
The spotlight followed her, and the audience's eyes followed her.
Madam Yu walked over to Xitong and put her hand on her shoulder. Her voice was not loud, but loud enough for those nearby to hear. Her tone was gentle but carried the weight of a rock:
"This color suits you very well. Young people should have something bright and eye-catching."
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