CHAPTER 55: CHAPTER 55: JUST A DECORATION AT HIS SIDE

"Eighty million, going once."

"Eighty million, going twice."

"Eighty million, going three times."

"Sold."

The auctioneer banged the gavel, and Zhan Hanjue finally acquired the collectable item.

Ningwan could sense that Zhan Hanjue obviously let out a sigh of relief.

Chairman Li was even more excited as he came over to thank Feng Huai and Zhan Hanjue.

Feng Jiuzun was furious; several times he wanted to raise the bid, but Feng Huai stopped him.

Now, seeing Zhan Hanjue obtain the jade bracelet, he angrily said, "Uncle, why did you stop me? That was my sister’s possession."

"Your sister has already passed. If she knew, she would also want to contribute to charity and give back to society," Feng Huai scolded Feng Jiuzun.

Ningwan raised an eyebrow.

This jade bracelet was actually Feng Qianru’s item.

Why did Zhan Hanjue want to bid on her item?

Still hung up on his ex-wife?

Ningwan couldn’t help but look at Zhan Hanjue with a deeper gaze.

However, Zhan Hanjue was chatting with Chairman Li, completely unaware of her odd expression.

Ningwan felt very uncomfortable inside, although she knew there was no need at all.

But uncomfortable was uncomfortable; she couldn’t pretend it didn’t matter.

The auction ended, followed by the charity banquet.

Chairman Li was surprised that today’s auction could raise such a large amount for charity. Truly, Zhan Hanjue deserved the title of Jiangcheng’s wealthiest man.

So, the charity banquet was also lavishly prepared.

Beauties, gourmet food, champagne, laughter and joy filled the air.

But Ningwan remained expressionless, following Zhan Hanjue around.

Zhan Hanjue finally noticed her odd behavior and frowned, asking, "What’s wrong with you?"

Her face was so stern, as if he owed her eighty million.

"Nothing," Ningwan replied coldly.

"Nothing, and you’re pulling a face like this? Don’t forget your role as Madam Zhan. I don’t want to see headlines tomorrow saying Madam Zhan looks like a zombie," Zhan Hanjue warned in a lowered voice.

Ningwan took a deep breath, "Mr. Zhan, do you have to control whether I smile or not? Isn’t that a bit overreaching?"

"Reporters are coming soon; they’ll take photos," Zhan Hanjue reminded her again.

Ningwan rolled her eyes.

She simply wouldn’t smile.

She wasn’t offering smiles for sale; why should she smile just because he told her to?

Zhan Hanjue saw her deliberately opposing him, and his face turned unpleasant.

At this moment, Liu Shiyan came over, smiling and complimenting Zhan Hanjue, "Mr. Zhan, you’re truly generous. A single bracelet fetching such a high price is something I admire greatly."

"Miss Liu, are you free?" Zhan Hanjue asked.

Liu Shiyan was taken aback, then quickly nodded with a smile, "Of course, I’m always available for Mr. Han."

"Tonight, I’d like you to be my dance partner," Zhan Hanjue said.

Liu Shiyan felt even more flattered.

However, she was still sensible enough not to lose her head. Dancing with someone’s husband right in front of their wife.

"Is Madam Zhan feeling unwell?" Liu Shiyan asked.

Ningwan smiled, "No, I just don’t feel like dancing with him."

After speaking, she turned and walked away with pride.

Liu Shiyan: "..."

Were they arguing?

One would never have thought that this seemingly silent, decorative Madam Zhan had such a temper.

Quickly glancing at Zhan Hanjue beside her, she saw his face dark with anger.

Liu Shiyan’s eyes turned thoughtfully, promptly approached Zhan Hanjue with a smile, reaching out to hug his arm, "Mr. Zhan, don’t be angry..."

"I’m fine," Zhan Hanjue subtly evaded her hand, turning to greet someone coming over.

The person was merely the owner of a tech company, hardly comparable to Zhan Hanjue.

Suddenly being greeted by Zhan Hanjue, the man was so excited he almost fainted.

"Mr. Zhan, are you interested in my company? I’m willing to be acquired by you."

Zhan Hanjue: "..."

"No interest, just a casual question," Zhan Hanjue replied coldly.

Liu Shiyan missed her chance, only offering a self-mocking smile, dutifully staying by Zhan Hanjue’s side.

In fact, she was invited by Chairman Li.

She had originally agreed to dance the first dance with Chairman Li this evening.

But now, with Zhan Hanjue inviting her, how could she care about Chairman Li? Naturally, she hoped to connect with Zhan Hanjue.

Even if it was just one dance, the entertainment news would definitely feature her for days.

She had a movie about to be released, after all.

A free promotional opportunity was not to be missed.

Meanwhile, after Ningwan walked away, she went to the nearby buffet, casually picking some food onto a plate.

She wasn’t hungry; her anger had filled her.

Occasionally glancing at Zhan Hanjue, she found that he was indeed with that female celebrity. Occasionally whispering, looking quite affectionate.

"Great, just great,"

Ningwan picked up a piece of beef, putting it into her mouth and chewing it hard. It seemed as if it wasn’t beef, but Zhan Hanjue’s flesh.

"Seeing your own husband being lovey-dovey with another woman, it doesn’t feel good, does it?" Feng Jiuzun drifted over like a ghost, sneering beside her.

Ningwan rolled her eyes at him and got up to leave.

Feng Jiuzun, seeing that she ignored him, blocked her way furiously, "Ye Ningwan, I’m talking to you. Didn’t you hear?"

"Feng Jiuzun, are you childish or what?" Ningwan glared at Feng Jiuzun blocking her, showing a look of disgust.

"Childish?" Feng Jiuzun retorted, "Ye Ningwan, you’re the fool. Don’t you know whose bracelet Zhan Hanjue bid for? That was my sister’s. Why did he bid for that bracelet? Isn’t it because he can’t forget her? My sister was the most beautiful woman in Jiangcheng, and you’re...just a decoration next to Zhan Hanjue."

"So what if I’m a decoration? What’s it to you?" Ningwan coolly eyed him.

Feng Jiuzun was stunned, caught off guard.

Yeah, whether she was a decoration or not, what did it have to do with him?

"Feng Jiuzun, you might not have a crush on me, right?" Ningwan sneered.

Feng Jiuzun’s eyes widened instantly, vehemently denying, "Nonsense, Ye Ningwan, stop talking nonsense. I’m just...just not used to seeing Zhan Hanjue marry again a few years after my sister’s gone."

Right, it had to be because of that reason, definitely.

"She’s been dead for ten years, and you still want him to stay loyal forever?" Ningwan rolled her eyes.

Feng Jiuzun said, "Yes, I want him to stay loyal forever. So what? Ye Ningwan, you don’t deserve it."

Saying this, Feng Jiuzun reached out, grabbing Ningwan’s wrist, trying to pull her out of the hall.

Ningwan didn’t expect Feng Jiuzun to make a move.

This angered her.

She wasn’t the type to let others think she was fragile.

Reaching out with one hand, she almost effortlessly pressed onto a point on Feng Jiuzun’s body.

Feng Jiuzun suddenly felt the hand grabbing Ningwan starting to go numb. Then, a nerve seemed to be continuously pulled by someone, making his whole body unbearably painful.

"Ye Ningwan, what did you do to me?" Feng Jiuzun asked, barely suppressing the pain.

He couldn’t hold on any longer, releasing Ningwan and using his other hand to press hard on the numb arm.