He broke his vows for her, and a tycoon descended to earth for love.

Chapter 263 Getting Jealous

The auction officially started at 8 p.m., and the attendees took their seats.

The auction gala was hosted by a local charity.

The host was from Hong Kong and probably frequently hosts auctions like this in mainland China.

So he speaks fluent Mandarin and cracks a few harmless jokes, which helps to liven up the atmosphere.

Before the auction officially began, the host handed out number plates to everyone.

This is all normal procedure, and Siyi also took a piece in her hand in a seemingly proper manner.

However, she knew she definitely wouldn't raise the sign.

Before long, the first item to be auctioned was moved in front of everyone's cameras.

The host began by introducing the artwork, "The first piece in this charity auction is a calligraphy work titled 'Flowers in the Mirror' by the renowned Chinese calligrapher, Mr. Ren Dongyuan. Mr. Ren Dongyuan is hailed as the 'Contemporary Sage of Cursive Script,' having studied Northern Wei dynasty calligraphy for many years and developed his own unique style. This cursive script 'Flowers in the Mirror' being auctioned is a work from Mr. Ren Dongyuan's early 1970s. The work is characterized by its vigorous and unrestrained brushstrokes, possessing high aesthetic and collectible value..."

The host gave a brief introduction before looking at the crowd below, "Starting price... 200,000!"

"Two hundred and fifty thousand!" someone started raising their sign.

Looking at the calligraphy and painting, Siyi leaned closer and whispered to Zheng Muyan, "Is this it?"

Zheng Muyan nodded and raised his paddle, "Three hundred thousand!"

"Three hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Four hundred thousand!"

.........

Siyi knew that Zheng Muyan was determined to win, so she didn't say anything more.

However, there seemed to be an old man over there, bidding 50,000 at a time. The two were locked in a standoff for a while, but Zheng Muyan finally won the painting and calligraphy for 650,000.

Finally, the host made the final decision, and Siyi breathed a sigh of relief, "Congratulations, senior."

Zheng Muyan wasn't in a good mood at the moment, because Jiang Yanhui was sitting next to Siyi.

He just twitched the corner of his mouth, thought for a moment, and then said to Siyi, "I heard that there are a lot of small items at this auction, all of which are quite exquisite and cute. Take a look, and if you like anything later, tell me, and your senior brother will give it to you."

Siyi was about to say no, but Zheng Muyan's voice, which was neither too loud nor too soft, was heard by Jiang Yanhui behind her. He was a step ahead of Siyi, and sneered, his tone sour and contemptuous, "He only calls you senior brother, and you really think you're something special. Even if you have your eye on something, it's not your place to deliver it."

The two of them were already holding back a lot of anger.

They couldn't stand each other.

This was true five years ago; it's just become more deeply ingrained five years later.

But Siyi was caught in the middle, and the two of them remained silent.

Zheng Muyan's few words completely ignited Jiang Yanhui's jealousy.

However, Zheng Muyan couldn't possibly listen to his sarcastic remarks.

"Then who are you to Siyi? I can't give her a gift, but you're the one who can? And if you do, will she even want it?"

"Whether she wants it or not, I'm going to give it to her. I have the right to do so. As for you, do you even have the right? We have a child together. Who do you think you are?"

Jiang Yanhui's temper was never good to begin with, and over the years it's just that no one has been able to stir his emotions.

But things are different now. Everyone in this world has a fatal weakness, and Jiang Yanhui's weakness is naturally Ye Siyi.

Whenever she's around, no matter the occasion, he can't control his temper.

That arrogant, unruly prince-like temperament resurfaced, and he was strikingly handsome.

But with just one word, he can stab you to the core.

Siyi had a terrible headache. Just as she was about to say something, the host began explaining the second item to be auctioned.

It was a limited edition hair clip from a world-renowned top jewelry brand that was popular several years ago.

"...Zoe is the most famous jewelry designer in France. This hair clip was designed for the woman he loved most before he passed away. The meaning of this hair clip is 'I love you until the end of the world.'" As the host introduced it, everyone's attention was drawn to the hair clip. It was indeed a very exquisite and beautiful hair clip, a bow made of light pink pearls and diamonds. Now, because it was designed by Zoe, it looked even more noble.

After the host finished the introduction, he began to say, "The auction begins, starting at 100,000 yuan."

A few people raised their hands sporadically, but after a lady bid 250,000, no one raised their hands anymore. Siyi didn't really like the hair clip; she just thought it was quite pretty.

So I took a few more glances.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Muyan noticed her action. He leaned closer to her and whispered, "You like it, right? I'll take a picture of it for you."

Before Siyi could say anything, Zheng Muyan had already raised his hand, "Five hundred thousand."

Jiang Yan, standing to the side, coldly curled the corner of her mouth, said nothing, and also raised the sign in her hand, "One million."

After he finished speaking, he turned his face and looked at Zheng Muyan provocatively, "It's something my woman likes, why should you buy it? Lawyer Zheng, being a lawyer isn't easy, you should save your money to marry a good wife later."

In my childish mind, I thought, "You're trying to take it from me?"

Can you beat them to it?

Zheng Muyan's smile was even colder than his, and without a word, he raised his hand again, "One million five hundred thousand!"

"Two million!"

"three million!"

"four million!"

.........

The two of them barely thought for a moment, holding the signs and only looking into each other's eyes. When one of them called out, the other immediately responded.

People behind them were already whispering among themselves. No one was blind; they could all see that the two were targeting each other.

Zheng Muyan raised his hand again, "Five million."

Jiang Yan didn't even frown. "Six million."

"Seven million."

Jiang Yan leaned lazily against the stool, his tall figure looming over. He turned his face away, looked at Zheng Muyan through Siyi, and snorted.

Raising her voice slightly, she said, "Mr. Zheng, do you know what that thing means? It means 'I love you to the ends of the earth.' I bought it to give to the woman I love. So, who do you intend to give it to?"

He casually raised one finger and said, "Ten million."

The crowd below was practically boiling over.

Although this hair clip is designed by a famous artist, to be honest, most people who would take a picture of something like this are women.

Even if a man takes the picture, it's definitely meant for a woman.

Therefore, a price of around 300,000 is considered quite good.

But now it has soared to ten million.

This is absolutely outrageous!

There were quite a few reporters standing around. Originally, these reporters were just there to make an appearance, take a few photos, and publish the most basic news the next day.

But this unexpected turn of events...

The group of people were immediately excited, like people who had been starving for a long time suddenly seeing a piece of meat.

In no time, a multitude of cameras were snapping away at Jiang Yanhui, taking endless pictures.

How could these paparazzi not recognize such an important figure as Jiang Yan Hui?

They filmed even more enthusiastically at this point, and Siyi and Zheng Muyan, who were beside him, also started going online and making inquiries to find out who this person was.

The host, of course, recognized Jiang Yan Hui, and his face was full of excitement. Pointing to Jiang Yan Hui's sign, he said, "This gentleman has bid ten million, ten million for the first time..."

Zheng Muyan raised his hand without changing his expression, "Twenty million."

The camera then snapped a series of photos at Zheng Muyan.

Jiang Yan replied, "Fifty million!"

.........

Siyi never imagined things would turn out this way.

Of course she didn't want to see them like this. She had a terrible headache, her temples were throbbing, and there were so many flashes in her eyes that she felt like she couldn't open them. She was so regretful. Why did she have to come to this auction?

Why didn't she just leave after she arrived?

Why is she sitting with these two men?

They're just asking for trouble!

But at this moment, she didn't want to pay any attention to Jiang Yan Hui. She reached out and gently tugged at Zheng Mu Yan's arm, took a deep breath, and said, "Senior brother, don't do this. You know I don't like you two acting like this. Do you really have to make a big fuss about this?"

Zheng Muyan was angry, but he wouldn't take it out on Siyi. Besides, he realized that he had been too impulsive.

Why bother fighting Jiang Yan to the death?

He was just unwilling to accept it, but his unwillingness wasn't directed at Siyi.

He was simply unwilling to accept that this man was Jiang Yan Hui.

Five years ago, he did so many things that hurt Siyi. Why can he still stand so openly in front of me now?

But he knew that Siyi had never forgotten Jiang Yanhui in her heart.

This man was so lucky; the best woman in the world loved him wholeheartedly, but he was completely unaware of it.

He really couldn't accept it!

No matter how unwilling he was, he wouldn't do anything to make things difficult for Siyi again. He swallowed his anger and said to Siyi, "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive just now."

He put down the sign in his hand.

Just then, the host banged his gavel and shouted, "Fifty million for the first time, fifty million for the second time, fifty million for the third time! Congratulations to this gentleman for winning the bid for Master Zoe's hair clip!"

This caused an uproar among the people in the venue.

Especially those reporters, 50 million for one of them?

Jiang Yan herself admitted that he intended to give it to the woman he loved.

But isn't Jiang Yan already married?

Is he planning to give it to his mysterious wife?

Reporters kept taking pictures of Jiang Yanhui's face, and some of the bolder ones even set up cameras to take enlarged shots of his face.

Several people were already getting excited and started taking out paper and pens to write and draw. What questions should they ask them when the auction ends?

What should I write about in tomorrow's headlines?

"Jiang's CEO spends 50 million to buy a hair clip as a gift for his beloved wife"?

Everyone here is excited.

Siyi felt incredibly heavy-hearted.

Her long eyelashes trembled uneasily, and she lowered her eyes, knowing she couldn't sit any longer. She stood up and walked out.