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28.57% His Wife Is the Real Boss / Chapter 6: No Competition With Her

Chapitre 6: No Competition With Her

The auction officially began.

Lin Wenyu sat in the front row with her parents, her gaze frequently drifting toward the center seats of the first row.

She couldn't hide her excitement. "Mom, that's Feng Xian! He's here too!"

Yun Ruyi glanced over and smiled. "When it's over, I'll introduce you to him."

Lin Wenyu eagerly nodded, her impatience clear on her face.

She had interacted with almost all of the Feng family members, except for the second son, Feng Xian.

In everyone's eyes, he was an exceptionally capable, proud, and cold man, rarely deigning to spare ordinary people a glance.

This was her chance—one she couldn't afford to miss.

She turned to glance back and, upon seeing Tang Qianmiao seated in a corner of the back row, a surge of superiority washed over her.

Her eyes deliberately lingered on the man beside Tang Qianmiao, filling her with disdain.

The first item was soon brought out: a landscape painting by a renowned contemporary artist.

The competition for the first round wasn't fierce—only three people bid.

After about seven or eight rounds, a pair of ancient pearl earrings, hundreds of years old and once exclusive to empresses and dowager empresses, was presented. Representing power and status, the piece was priceless.

Starting bid: three million.

Upon hearing the introduction, Lin Wenyu's interest surged, but the price was a bit steep for her.

After some consideration, she decided to bite the bullet and bid, intending to gift it to the Tang family matriarch, hoping to further endear herself to her stepfather's family.

So, as soon as the auctioneer finished, she promptly raised her paddle. "Three million, one hundred thousand!"

The auctioneer was about to speak when another voice sounded: "Five million."

The calm, unhurried tone made everyone instinctively turn toward the bidder.

The leap in price was so swift, crushing the first competitor.

Lin Wenyu's head whipped around, her eyes brightening when she saw it was Feng Xian.

She was thrilled—she and Feng Xian had set their sights on the same item, a sign of their equally refined taste.

Naturally, she wouldn't compete with him, knowing her place, and refrained from raising her bid.

Casting a fawning glance at Feng Xian, she hoped he might notice her.

But he didn't turn. His cold, distant eyes remained fixed on the stage, indifferent to everything else.

Just then, another buyer bid: "Five million, five hundred thousand."

Immediately after, someone else raised it to "Six million!"

The next moment, Lin Wenyu watched as Feng Xian casually lifted his paddle and uttered, "Ten million."

In an instant, Lin Wenyu's heart skipped a beat, then began pounding wildly.

So handsome.

Though the price had reached such heights, no one present was short on money. Soon, a new bid came in at twelve million.

Feng Xian raised the stakes directly to twenty million.

And then, the competition fell silent.

Some began to hesitate.

It wasn't a matter of money, but in their minds, the value of the ancient pearl earrings had a limit. Once surpassed, continuing to compete seemed pointless.

The auctioneer, sensing this, prepared to bring down the hammer.

But just then—

"Thirty million."

A calm female voice from the corner sent ripples through the crowd.

First, they were astonished by the unfamiliar face, and second, by her audacity in daring to compete with the second son of the Feng family.

The previous bidders were all influential figures, so it wasn't surprising for them to challenge the Feng family. But this girl... who was she?

When Lin Wenyu realized it was Tang Qianmiao who had raised the paddle, her initial shock quickly turned to amusement.

She nearly burst out laughing.

Leaning close to her mother, she whispered, "Cousin is truly ignorant, thinking the man she's clinging to can casually pull out thirty million for her. She's treating the auction like a child's game—how embarrassing."

Yun Ruyi sneered. "A child from the mountains—what does she know?"

"Young Master Feng is determined to win this piece. She must know that and is just bidding for fun. There's no way she could have that kind of money," Lin Wenyu said, quickly glancing back at Feng Xian, eagerly awaiting his next bid.

As everyone anticipated Feng Xian's move, his hand remained still.

Only when the auctioneer's hammer finally struck did the crowd snap out of their daze.

Lin Wenyu was both shocked and puzzled—Tang Qianmiao actually won?

Why didn't Feng Xian compete with her?

As confusion clouded her mind, a sense of schadenfreude emerged. Now, she thought, let's see how Tang Qianmiao plans to pay!

She turned to watch her cousin, expecting to see her flustered and panicking.

But she saw nothing of the sort.

Tang Qianmiao remained as calm as ever, as if she hadn't been the one to bid thirty million.

Even the man beside her showed no sign of worry, no trace of scolding her.

What was going on?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room—

The assistant glanced at Feng Xian and couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, didn't you say Madam loves these earrings and you wanted to gift them to her? Why did you give up so suddenly?"

Given his boss's previous determination, the assistant couldn't comprehend why he'd suddenly back down.

Feng Xian shot him a faint glance but offered no response.

The assistant silently closed his mouth.


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Chapitre 7: Awkwardness

After successfully winning the bid for the ancient pearl earrings, Tang Qianmiao busied herself playing a simple yet amusing mobile game—Snake, to pass the time.

In a short span, her little snake devoured the latest batch of opponents, then circled the arena, trapping all her rivals within its domain, leaving them to fight amongst themselves, while she leisurely decided when to claim the spoils.

Suddenly, someone nudged her arm, causing her thumb to swipe the screen. Her snake's head crashed into a wall, instantly dying.

Slowly, she lifted her gaze, her eyes casting sharp daggers at her clueless teammate.

Black Chicken quickly put on a nervous grin. "B-boss, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to show you..."

Following his gesture, Tang Qianmiao's gaze landed on the auction stage.

At this moment, the auctioneer was introducing the next item—

"This perfume, *Butterfly Whisper*, is a prize-winning creation by Miss Lin Wenyu, awarded second place in an international competition. It is the only bottle in the world, with a unique and unparalleled fragrance. Starting bid... five million two hundred thousand."

Upon hearing the starting price, a faint twitch tugged at Tang Qianmiao's otherwise serene expression.

Like the others, Black Chicken let out a soft "heh."

Leaning closer to Tang Qianmiao, he muttered, "The starting bid is set by the auction house, but they also factor in the consignor's reserve price. Did you catch how the auctioneer hesitated for a second when announcing it? Clearly, he didn't agree with that absurd figure. Boss, your cousin must've pressured the auction house into this. No way would they set such an outrageous price otherwise. Even the priceless ancient pearl earrings earlier didn't start this high. She's lost her mind."

Tang Qianmiao remained silent, disinterestedly lowering her eyes back to her game.

Black Chicken, however, continued watching the scene unfold, his gaze falling on the slender figure in the front row.

As the auctioneer introduced the item, Lin Wenyu had already risen to her feet, deliberately positioning herself to face Feng Xian, her expression radiating pride and triumph.

Her sense of superiority blinded her to the strange looks from those around her.

After sitting down, she waited for others to bid on her perfume, chin held high, back straight, her entire being filled with an overwhelming sense of pride and arrogance.

But as one second passed, then five, the room remained silent.

The auctioneer, seemingly anticipating such an outcome, calmly reintroduced the perfume, this time emphasizing its singularity.

Lin Wenyu's expression faltered slightly, casting an uneasy glance at her mother.

Yun Ruyi gently patted her hand. "Don't worry, you're brilliant. Someone will bid, I'm sure."

Lin Wenyu took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, yet the anxiety within her only grew heavier.

If the item went unsold, Tang Qianmiao would undoubtedly mock her.

No!

She couldn't let that happen!

But even after the auctioneer's second attempt, no one placed a bid.

The awkwardness in the air quietly spread...

Just then, Tang Yi lightly cleared his throat, his expression cold and imposing.

In the next moment, the man seated behind him hesitantly raised his paddle. "Five million three hundred thousand."

As he bid, he nervously wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The next second, silence fell over the room again—no further competition.

The auctioneer quickly brought down the hammer. "Congratulations to this gentleman for successfully winning the item!"

Lin Wenyu exhaled, though her head drooped slightly, her spirits deflated.

She knew all too well that her stepfather had just bailed her out.

Yun Ruyi whispered, "Don't look defeated. Remember, you're the best. No one can outshine you. Perfume is different from other items; if it were someone else, the scene would have played out the same."

Only then did Lin Wenyu begin to regain her composure, slowly reclaiming her sense of superiority.

That's right, she was only eighteen and had already achieved so much. Unlike Tang Qianmiao, who had accomplished nothing.

"The next item is a creation by the renowned perfumer, Master Bai Mi, titled *Floating Life*. This perfume is Master Bai Mi's latest masterpiece, the only one of its kind in the world. Starting bid: twenty thousand."

As soon as these words fell, Lin Wenyu's face instantly turned pale.

From her seat in the back, Tang Qianmiao raised an eyebrow slightly, all while calmly devouring a massive snake in her game.


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