Capítulo 52: Chapter 52
"Ms. Jia!"
The mentioned girl looks at her back and smiles upon seeing the owner, Ms. Meng, walking at her with a smile.
Ms. Meng hugs Suyin, and her eyes go toward Meixiu, who's looking at a piece inside the venue.
"Who is she, Ms. Jia?"
Meng Quiyue asks, looking up and down at Meixiu.
Suyin smiles before she pulls away, grabbing Meixiu and presenting her in front of Quiyue.
"Ms. Meng, this is Ms. Song."
Suyin said.
"Ms. Song, this is Ms. Meng; she's holding the event."
Quiyue looks up and down again at Meixiu, seemingly doubting her eyes before she smiles and bows down.
"Nice to meet you."
Meixiu smiled and did the same thing, nodding her head as she presented her hand to ask for a handshake.
"It's a pleasure to meet you."
She said.
Quiyue hesitated to accept her hands but did it anyway, not to look rude.
She quickly pulled her hands away and looked at Suyin.
"Ms. Jia, feel free to roam around. The auction will happen in a few minutes."
Quiyue spoke as Suyin nodded and dragged Meixiu away.
The girl eyed the two before she shook her head and sneered.
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"Where's your brother? It's been two days, he's still not giving us any updates!"
Grandpa Zheng burst out and stood on his chair, slamming his hands on the table as he yelled at Mingxia, who had no idea where on Earth her brother was.
"Why don't you call him? Grandpa?"
Mingxia says, but the old man scoffs before sitting back in his chair and looking at her.
"You do it."
Mingxia curses under her breath and brings out her phone, dialing Qiang's number.
As soon as the call was connected, Mingxia heard a woman's voice.
"Hello?"
She furrows her brow at the unfamiliar voice.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Are you related to Mr. Zheng? If so, he is currently at Green Hospital and is still healing."
"Huh? Why would my brother be at a hospital?"
Grandpa Zheng's eyes went to Mingxia.
He quickly stands up from his chair and goes to her, snatching her phone away and talking to the person on the call.
"What is he doing there?"
Mingxia looks at her grandfather in confusion.
The old man's face became blank, and he quickly hung up the phone.
"What happened?"
Mingxia asks.
Grandpa Zheng scoffs before he gives back the phone.
"That brother of yours, instead of taking Lijuan out, decided to fight with a gang member!"
Grandpa Zheng said.
"But Qiang's not like that."
"What do you know about him?"
A knock interrupted their conversation.
Grandpa Zheng told the person to come in, and it revealed Xiaohui.
Mingxia scoffs and looks away from the girl, crossing her arms over her chest.
"What do you need?"
Grandpa Zheng asks, looking down at Xiaohui.
"Someone is looking for you."
As she finished, Wenqian went inside with a cold expression.
It seems different from how she approached Xiaohui earlier.
The woman went to the Zheng Company to check on Xiaohui.
Upon learning what happened at the Tan Construction from Yanlin, she personally went to the Zheng Company to check Xiaohui.
She wanted to know how Xiaohui was doing because they were already friends.
That's what she knew.
Xiaohui, on the other hand, was shocked upon seeing Wenqian standing in front of her with a smile on her face.
Who wouldn't, right?
All she knew was that what they were doing was purely business.
"Ms. Zhong! What's with the sudden visit?"
Grandpa Zheng quickly went to her side and bent down.
He looks at Mingxia and glares, making the girl follow his lead.
Wenqian went inside the office and stood beside Xiaohui.
"I am here to take Ms. Zheng out."
"Oh, Ms. Zhong, you didn't have to do that."
Mingxia blushes as she looks up and smiles at Wenqian.
The latter furrowed her eyebrows at her action.
"Why are you saying that?"
"What she meant was you didn't have to take her out."
Grandpa Zheng interjected, smiling at the thought of Mingxia and Wenqian being friends.
But it shocks him that it's not Mingxia that she wants to take out. It's Xiaohui!
"I'm sorry, I'd like to take Ms. Zheng..."
Wenqian glances at Xiaohui.
"I wanted to know if she was okay with what happened yesterday."
"How did you know that? Ms. Zhong?"
Xiaohui asks, furrowing her eyebrows upon learning Wenqian's intentions.
Wenqian quickly panicked at the unexpected question.
She clears her throat after a moment of silence before she reasons out.
"An employee of mine visited the building, and he saw you going inside Mr. Tan's office, but he left even before the fire started."
"Oh, ok."
Xiaohui nodded her head.
Wenqian went back to looking at Grandpa Zheng, waiting for his answer.
He still has a red face from embarrassment earlier.
"Of course, Ms. Zhong, you can take Xiaohui out."
"Thank you."
Wenqian looked back at Xiaohui and nodded, making the latter follow her out of the office.
Grandpa Zheng grabbed Mingxia's arms and sneered at her.
"You make me an embarrassment!"
"Grandpa, I didn't know she was talking about Xiaohui!"
"You still want to act like a fool!?"
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"Ms. Jia! This is a beautiful piece of an antique pen. Do you want to have it?"
Quiyue has been trying to sell Suyin something, but she keeps denying everything.
Every time her team would go and put something on the stage, she was not raising or betting anything, which was strange on her part.
Suyin is known to be the bank of those fraud antique sellers because they can effortlessly sell her something that she has no idea about.
And because she's not with someone who can look at an antique.
And she would always lean towards Meixiu, seemingly asking about the piece Quiyue was presenting.
It pisses the girl off because how can someone as young and as stupid as Meixiu tell whether the piece is worth it or not?
And just like that, Suyin leaned in again to speak to Meixiu.
"Ms. Song, is that one worth it?"
Meixiu quickly shakes her head and answers.
Suyin nodded before looking back at Quiyue and smiling at her.
Quiyue smiled fakely before she proceeded to ask the other people at the auction.
Suyin felt like there was something as Meixiu kept on declining her request to buy something when it looked good.
She couldn't help but doubt Meixiu yet again. But she shakes her head and sticks to what her grandmother stated.
"She is one of the rarest masters we could find. If we become friends or family, we'll become one of the richest!"
But she still doubted her grandmother's words.
She decided to say something to Meixiu, who kept a blank face as a lot more antiques were being put out to sell.
"Ms. Song, why do you think these antiques are not worth it?"
Meixiu looks at Suyin before she leans in to whisper in the girl's ears.
"All of the antiques she's putting out are fake ones."
"I can't believe she can do something like that."
"She didn't even put those few antiques that I've pointed out that are real."
Suyin was shocked at what Meixiu said.
It couldn't be, right? Suyin knew Quiyue. And she knew the girl wouldn't do such a thing.
Is she just trying to milk her and the others?
Is that the real reason why Quiyue is so fond of her?
Her hands balled into a fist, but she didn't let anyone notice her anger.
She's a well-known, collected lady, so letting everyone know she got angry because she's being cheated will make the news.
It'll also only make her look stupid because she can't distinguish whether the antique is fake or not.
She'll be compared to her grandmother yet again.
"Ms. Jia, what do you think of this one?"
Quiyue asks, hoping that Suyin would buy at least something from the auction she set up today.
She looks at the piece in front and sees the beautiful antique necklace that she can use daily.
"This one pushes bad luck away! It'll be beautiful with you as well!"
Quiyue said with enthusiasm.
Suyin looked at Meixiu but saw the girl clench her fist as her eyes changed into anger.
"Suyin, don't ever buy from that lady."
Meixiu said loudly.
She stands up from the chair and grabs Suyin's arm.
Quiyue finally exploded and pointed her finger at Meixiu.
"What is it that you have any business here!? Are you trying to milk Ms. Jia!?"
"Says the one who's doing it."
Meixiu said before scoffing at her.
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