Captured by her hidden husband in a love affair

Chapter 176 Auction
Two days later, the charity gala arrived as scheduled.

Lian Xuan and Rong Can were both invited.

Lamborghini stopped slowly at the end of the red carpet, and the outer door was opened first.

The man was wearing a handmade black suit, which was exquisitely cut, perfectly outlining his lean waist, and his straight and slender legs were too ascetic.

He turned around, opened the inner door, then leaned in slightly, and passed his hand over.

A cold white soft little hand rested on the back of his hand, the small high heels landed first, the white ankles were eye-catching, and then the slender and beautiful long legs...

Lian Xuan is wearing a light pink dress today, the color is delicate and bright, and people with darker complexion will be disastrous if it is worn, but when it is worn on Lian Xuan, it makes her look like she is shining.

Cameramen on both sides of the red carpet pointed their cameras at them and snapped snapping shots.

Nowadays, the popularity of lotus seed paste remains high.

They photographed Lian Xuan and Rong Can in the same frame, and they will make headlines later!
Walking all the way to the other end of the red carpet and signing names, the cameraman's camera clicked continuously.

The entry of subsequent guests did not cause such a big uproar.

Not to mention Shang Jing who was arranged to walk the red carpet between two superstars.

The cameraman's eyes were indifferent, and he raised the camera falsely, without any appearance of taking pictures.

Shang Jing was so angry that she could only try her best to keep the smile on her face from collapsing.

If she showed her face on the red carpet, she would be scolded by the keyboard warrior and become a trending search tomorrow.

She had to take a picture of Mr. Chi's handwriting, and she still needed to rely on that handwriting to restore her impression in Uncle Rong Xing's heart.

After taking several deep breaths, Shang Jing finally adjusted her posture and stepped into the auction hall.

The voice of conversation also came to my ears: "Teacher Lian, I didn't expect your grandfather to be Chilao. No wonder your calligraphy in the show was so beautiful."

"Miss Lian has perfectly inherited the fine traditions of the Chi family and the Lian family. Anywhere is good. Let me boast, I don't know where to start!"

"Miss Lian is really outstanding, we can't match her."

"Film Emperor Rong and Miss Lian are a perfect match, and they will definitely be a model couple in our circle from now on."

Lian Xuan's family background was exposed, and everyone in the circle wanted to have a conversation with her, to borrow the light of the Lian family and the Chi family.

Lian Xuan smiled and dealt with the greetings of the visitors, always neither humble nor overbearing, with an elegant and gentle demeanor.

Shang Jing's footsteps stopped instantly, her nails dug into her palm uncontrollably, her expression almost collapsed.

"Teacher, there are artists coming in from behind, is it convenient for you to find a seat as soon as possible?" The voice of the staff interrupted her quickly.

She smiled awkwardly, found her seat in the corner of the back row and sat down.

Lian Xuan, who was within sight, took a seat in the second row with Rong Can after finishing the greetings.

Don't make the contrast too obvious.

Shang Jing could hardly stay any longer.

After the guests entered the venue one after another, the auction officially began. Jewelry, paintings, antiques and other items were displayed one by one, all of which were sold at very high prices.

"Then it's time for the last lot of this auction, the work of Mr. Chi Qinghan, a contemporary Chinese calligrapher, the color of cicadas." The auctioneer smiled slightly: "The starting price is [-], and each increase is not less than [-]. The auction begins."

Shang Jing held up a sign all the time: "20."

"30." There were also other participants bidding.

Auction prices have been going up all the way.

Other bidders gave up one after another.

"150 million once."

Lian Xuan raised his eyebrows and raised his placard unhurriedly: "180 million."

Letting Grandpa's calligraphy fall into Shang Jing's hands is a situation she absolutely does not want to see.

"200 million." Shang Jing did not give up.

"210 million." Lian Xuan continued to raise his placard.

"230."

"260."

"300."

Shang Jing finally couldn't take it anymore, and doubled it directly: "600 million!"

Lian Xuan raised his eyebrows, moved his fingers slightly, and in the next second, the hand that wanted to raise the card was pressed down by Rong Can beside him.

She looked away puzzled.

Rong Can took out her phone from the hidden pocket of her suit, and there was a message from her grandpa on the screen: "Don't waste money, I really want to donate money, go straight to charity when I turn back."

Lian Xuan bit his back molars lightly, "But..."

Rong Can still shook her head, and lightly tapped the back of her finger with her warm fingertips, signaling her to feel relieved.

"600 million three times, it's a deal. Congratulations to No. 65 Shang Jing for winning this piece of cicada." The auctioneer's voice fell, and the final decision was made.

There was a banquet stage after the charity gala, Lian Xuan excused himself to be unwell, and He Rongcan slipped out first.

"So why didn't you continue filming?" Leaving the venue, Lian Xuan finally had a chance to ask the doubts in his heart.

"Anyway, it will fall into the hands of the Rong family in the end." Rong Can spread his hands.

Lian Xuan was taken aback: "You mean, Shang Jing took pictures for your father?"

"It's probably to please him." The young man nodded slightly, his brows and eyes were light and restrained.

"Then will your father..." Lian Xuan hesitated to speak.

Most of the aristocratic families in the imperial capital want to marry, she knows it.

Although she and Rong Can have obtained a marriage certificate, if the Rong family wants to interfere...

"No." Rong Can's voice was firm, and he held her firmly with his fingertips. There was a little tenderness and warmth in the corners of his eyes and brows, "Even if I could, I don't have to obey. I don't depend on the Rong family to live."

Spots of gleam emerged from the fundus of his eyes, Lian Xuan rolled his eyes, tiptoed closer, and lightly kissed the corner of Rong Can's lips, "Thank you, Rong Can."

Thank you for always choosing me.

Steadfast and fiery.

……

The next day, the Rong family.

Shang Jing came to the door with a long wooden box in her hand, and walked along the familiar corridor to Rong Xing's study.

He knocked on the door twice, then pushed the door open, and saw Rong Xing put the phone screen on the table as if nothing had happened.

I don't know what I was looking at just now.

"Uncle Rong, this is the picture you want, can you take a look?" She handed over the wooden box.

Rong Xing smiled slightly, took it carefully, took it out gently, and unfolded the work on the table.

Chi Qinghan is the best at running calligraphy, he can write freely and gracefully with one hand.

Rong Xing held his breath, he really liked Chi Qinghan's calligraphy works.

Seeing that Rong Xing liked it very much, Shang Jing breathed a sigh of relief, "Uncle Rong, the marriage between our Rong and Shang families, you see—"

"Don't worry." Rong Xing waved his hand and smiled, "No one can stop the marriage between our two families."

Shang Jing wanted to ask something else, but saw that Rong Xing was already immersed in calligraphy: "Mr. Chi's calligraphy is really amazing..."

"Then Uncle Rong, please appreciate it, I'll go back first." Shang Jing reluctantly bid farewell.

After sending Shang Jing away, the housekeeper returned to the study, "Could it be that the owner prefers Shang Jing?"

Rong Xing was concentrating on watching the clips on the tablet, "It's just a picture, put it together with Mr. Chi himself, do you think it's comparable?"

Butler realized.

Rong Xing was very scheming, and when the meat was on his lips, he was naturally reluctant to give up.

So he temporarily perfunctory Shang Jing, just to get this picture in his hands.

(End of this chapter)