บท 1266: Heirloom

Emilio Miguel gave Jin Liwei a smile. To others, it was a beautiful angelic smile that meant he was conceding defeat. But to Jin Liwei, it was an evil smile filled with provocation.

"2 million, going once, going twice. Sold! Congratulations!"

There was loud applause as the other guests cheered for Jin Liwei's victory.

The person in question, however, was tense all over. His expression was cold and tight. He only eased when he felt his wife's soft hands trying to loosen his grip on the bidding paddle. The poor paddle was now bent out of shape.

"Thank you, darling," Iris whispered. 

Jin Liwei took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He smiled at her. 

"Anything for you," he said, even though he wasn't entirely sure what his wife was thanking him for. 

Was it because he bid for her manuscript, wanting to keep it for himself? 

Or was it because he was effectively giving away 2 million tonight for her charity?