Chapter 160 Chen Su's Choice
With Chen Su's approval, An Jin spent over 1.5 million yuan at this store.
While looking for a place to eat lunch, Zhang Yuanyuan was still talking about the money.
Although she earned some money as a live streamer, she had never met anyone who spent money as much as An Jin in real life. An Jin could earn enough to buy a house in a single day, which shattered her worldview.
Yan Qing behaved well. His family was actually quite wealthy, and he had seen similar things many times, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
As for Pei Ning and Xue Mingyue, these two are pure rich kids, their families are very wealthy, and they usually spend tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan to pursue their girlfriends.
An Jin had only spent three or four months' worth of their allowance in one go, and they didn't think anything was wrong at all.
When An Jin returned to the hotel in the afternoon, she felt as if someone was watching her, though she wasn't sure if it was just her imagination.
But when she turned around, she didn't find anyone acting strangely.
An Jin returned to her room, bewildered, and said to Yan Qing, "I felt like someone was watching me when I was in the hotel lobby."
Yan Qing frowned slightly: "I didn't find anyone strange. Are you sure?"
An Jin shook her head: "I'm not sure, it's just a feeling."
Yan Qing looked at An Jin's beautiful face and suggested, "Why don't we change hotels?"
An Jin, who found it troublesome, said, "Never mind, maybe I'm overthinking it."
With so many people, changing hotels is a huge hassle.
"It's not necessarily because you're overthinking it."
Yan Qing said, "I'll take you downstairs when Chen Su picks you up tomorrow morning. It's better to be careful these next few days."
An Jin nodded and said, "Okay."
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Early the next morning.
An Jin washed herself clean, changed into the dress she had just bought yesterday, sat in front of the vanity mirror, closed her eyes, and let Zhang Yuanyuan do her makeup.
An Jin is a complete novice when it comes to makeup. Because she has a good face, when she does her makeup, she basically just draws her eyebrows and applies some lipstick. She doesn't need eyeshadow, foundation, or contouring at all.
An Jin's terrible makeup skills were something Zhang Yuanyuan couldn't stand.
She couldn't accept An Jin's makeup style that made her look worse, so she volunteered to do An Jin's makeup and styling during this period.
After putting on her makeup, An Jin ate something simple for breakfast, then lifted her skirt and walked downstairs, surrounded by Yan Qing and Zhang Yuanyuan.
The hotel lobby was busiest in the morning. An Jin had called Chen Su before going downstairs. It wasn't rush hour, so Chen Su's car arrived at the hotel entrance quickly.
"The car has arrived."
An Jin glanced at the message on her phone, lifted her skirt, and took the bag that had been placed next to Zhang Yuanyuan: "Let's go."
The three walked towards the door. Yan Qing and Zhang Yuanyuan watched as An Jin got into Chen Su's car before turning back to the hotel, relieved.
Just as An Jin opened Chen Su's car door, a man also dragging luggage, standing at the hotel entrance, happened to raise his phone.
The shutter clicked silently, and the video captured not only An Jin in her formal dress, but also Chen Su bending down to adjust her skirt.
The vehicle slowly drove away, and An Jin embarked on her journey to the auction.
The man holding the phone remained standing there, his grip on the phone tightening slowly, and his expression gradually becoming serious.
An'an, who is he?
Why did you suddenly come to this unfamiliar city? Why did you suddenly get into a stranger's car?
Is he your boyfriend? Why are you two acting so intimately? Your assistant and friends are right there, so why is the person helping you adjust your skirt a complete stranger?
He is so old, and you are so young.
Are you doing this for the money?
The man dragged his luggage back to the hotel. He went to the front desk and told the receptionist with a stiff expression, "Give me another room."
The hotel receptionist asked softly, "Yes, sir, would you like to stay for two days?"
"No, give me a week's worth of service first."
Hotel receptionist: "Okay sir, the room is still on the eleventh floor. The total room rate for one week is..."
The man held out his payment method: "Scan it yourself."
Hotel receptionist: "Okay."
The man dragged his luggage upstairs, but soon came back down with his laptop.
The hotel lobby had many sofas, and the man found one by the window. He only needed to look up slightly to see the hotel entrance.
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Auctions aren't very fun.
An Jin doesn't understand antiques, nor does she like art.
She sat down next to Chen Su, initially sitting upright and listening attentively to the auctioneer's introduction, but slowly, her body went limp and she slumped down next to Chen Su.
This small auction was rather private. The seats for the guests were almost entirely separated by various exquisite ornaments and green plants, making it difficult to see what the guests looked like except for the auctioneer in the very center.
An Jin's understanding of auctions consisted of large-scale auctions seen on television, which emphasized fairness, impartiality, and transparency.
She thought the auction would be like a large meeting, where you could see everyone around you just by turning your head slightly.
This is also a major reason why An Jin went shopping yesterday; she was afraid that if she dressed too plainly, others would look down on her.
Unexpectedly, this backfired; the auction was surprisingly private.
She's so well-liked that even if she came in a T-shirt and shorts, no one would notice.
Feeling An Jin's weight on his shoulder, Chen Su, who was listening intently to the introduction, was slightly taken aback.
He looked down at An Jin and asked her softly, "Are you tired?"
Chen Su reached out and pulled An Jin, who was leaning closer, into his arms so that she could lean on him more comfortably.
An Jin, who had snuggled into Chen Su's arms, looked up at him and said in a coquettish tone, "I'm not tired, brother. I just don't understand."
Chen Su laughed at her: "Are you bored?"
An Jin nodded: "Yes, I don't feel that these antique paintings and calligraphy are things I like."
A vase or a painting can fetch seven or eight figures at auction.
An Jin really couldn't understand it.
"You're quite straightforward."
Chen Su was amused by An Jin's words. He wasn't really interested in these things. The reason he came to this auction was because his grandfather's birthday was coming up and he wanted to choose a birthday present for him.
An Jin took out her phone out of boredom: "I'm going to play on my phone for a bit, bro. Call me when you're done."
Chen Su looked down at An Jin's phone screen helplessly: "You're on your phone even when you're with me?"
An Jin chuckled and made a lewd joke: "Well, I can't exactly play with you now, can I?"
Holding her phone, she tilted her exquisitely made-up face up, enticing Chen Su to make a choice.
"Brother, if you don't let me play on my phone, then I'm going to play with you."
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