Soon someone else followed up with a bid: "Two million two hundred thousand."
"Two million eight hundred thousand."
Five million.
"..."
Song Qingyou estimated the price and slowly raised her sign: "Seven million."
Lin Niaoniao in the front seat suddenly turned around, staring at Song Qingyou with a vicious look in her eyes.
The thought that all the money Song Qingyou had bid for came from Fu Tingshen filled her with rage, and she was determined to get this cheongsam! Could Song Qingyou, with her sickly constitution, possibly look as good in it as she did?
Lin Niaoniao's eyes flashed with sarcasm as she turned and nestled into Fu Tingshen's arms, saying in a coquettish voice, "Tingshen, I want to wear this cheongsam for our wedding. It's so beautiful."
After saying that, as if afraid that Fu Tingshen would disagree, she looked at him cautiously and said, "I want to be the most beautiful bride in your heart on our wedding day, is that okay, Tingshen?"
Fu Tingshen said gently, "I'm glad you like it."
He was never stingy with anything Lin Niaoniao wanted, especially since it was something Song Qingyou had her eye on.
Fu Tingshen held up the number plate in his hand with a cold smile: "Ten million."
Song Qingyou: "Eleven million."
"Fifteen million." Fu Tingshen continued to bid, as if deliberately going against Song Qingyou.
Song Qingyou was taken aback. Although Lin Qingshan's works were worth a fortune, this cheongsam was already far more valuable than its actual worth. It would be a waste to blindly add more money to it.
She frowned slightly; it seemed she would have to find another gift for Madam Ruan.
"Fifty million."
A lazy, deep voice suddenly came from behind.
It was like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's hearts.
Almost everyone's attention was drawn to that side, as everyone was curious about who was so generous in supporting Old Master Lin.
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