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Quick Transmigration: She's a Heartbreaker: Ch 121, The Sickly Beauty Becomes the Darling of the Entertainment Circle His facial features were sharp, like he was biracial, and well-defined. His chin was as chilling sharp as a blade. There was no expression on his face, nor any trace of emotions. His ink-like eyes are rendered with a deep and cold breath that’s full of maturity and abstinence. In a black suit, his body appeared perfectly proportioned with wide shoulders, narrow waist, long legs and an up-straight back. When he saw Jiang Xun, his eyes grew sullen as his thin lips pursed unhappily. Yet, his eyes remained on Jiang Xun for a while. Jiang Xun stepped aside and watched him walk straight to the front seat to sit down. The seats next to him were all filled with middle-aged men in their forties and fifties, not a single woman. "The last auctioned item is the calligraphy of Huo Yuan Ze, the President of Huo Group. If a female guest wins the auction, she will win a dance with President Huo." After the emcee's words were finished, the female guests in the audience were all riled up from the ages twenty to forty. They all changed their sitting positions excitedly as their eyes shone with a certain light. Jiang Xun also returned to her previous seat and sat down. "The starting price is one hundred thousand." The emcee unfolded a set of scroll, on which was a copy of the preface of the Lan Ting Collection. A layman won’t be able to see the difference from the real product. No one expected President Huo to have this background in the skill of calligraphy to imitate Wang Xi Zhi’s handwriting. This isn’t something that can be gained overnight. "I'll offer one hundred and fifty thousand." Someone immediately upped the price. "This lady offers one hundred and fifty hundred yuan, what a good eye, is there any other bidder?" The emcee declared, thrilled, while holding the microphone. "Two hundred thousand!" "Four hundred thousand." There were also men bidding. It wouldn’t be a loss if they could spend a few hundred thousand to speak with Huo Yuan Ze. Moreover, this scroll is also a decent collector's item. Jiang Xun supported her cheeks and watched these people bidding like crazy. She didn't have a sign in her hand, so she said to the man next to her, "Can you lend me this?" The man sitting next to her had been in a state of distractedness. Therefore when Jiang Xun talked to him, it took him a while to react. "Oh, OK OK… …" The man handed the bidding sign to Jiang Xun. Jiang Xun smiled and thanked him, causing the man to feel his body was tingling. "Two million." Jiang Xun chirpily raised the sign. Her voice made the whole banquet hall glance at her in unison. That clear and faint voice of hers was like a clear mountain spring flowing into the heart of everyone through their ears. Everyone was amazed by her beauty, but there were still people, who were unwilling to show weakness, continuing to increase the price. Jiang Xun's bids raised the price of the item by several levels. Huo Yuan Ze stared at her with a deep look that was unpredictable. Jiang Xun smiled at him, her eyes bent into a charming crescent shape and a straightforward teasing in her purity. Since the bidding had gone on for half an hour and the price was already called to two million, the majority of people had given up by now, but Jiang Xun was still raising the price. Like her, the heiress of the Ye family, Ye Juan, was also increasing the price. It is said the Ye family intended to alliance with the Huo family through marriage. Both parents were rather satisfied with one another, but there has been no definitive news. This time, Ye Juan would naturally not let others get Huo Yuan Ze's calligraphy and dance with him. However, Jiang Xun didn't care about others. Her expression was languid as she leaned lazily sideways on the table. Clearly this action wasn’t lady-like, yet she made it appear extremely delicate and lovely. Her skin was so white that she seemed sickly. With her eyebrows slightly furrowed, it caused people to want to resolve her troubles. At this point in the auction, someone had to take a step back. Yet, neither Jiang Xun and the Ye family heiress refused to give up. Jiang Xun raised her arm. She was a little tired, so she simply raised the price again, "Five million." Five million to buy an imitation, even if it were for this dance, was simply too expensive. Who is this person anyway? With such generous spending, she’s even snatching Huo Yuan Ze with Ye Family's heiress in public. While everyone was discussing, Ye Juan's face was turning green. Where did that little wench come from? Is her family not even going to control her? How can she just casually toss away several millions? On the surface, Ye Juan could only reveal a proper smile. When she lowered her gaze, anger flashed in her eyes. By the time she raised her head again, she had composed herself. Furrowing her brows, she asked Ye Hao, who was sitting next to her, "Brother, who is that woman? Have you found out yet?" "Yes, she’s a shareholder of Huo Group's subsidiary, surname Jiang, named Jiang Xun." Ye Hao was also extremely interested in Jiang Xun. "Shareholder? Ha... … A shareholder of the subsidiary company dares to fight with me, I sure want to see how much money she can pay." When Jiang Xun added another three million, Ye Juan directly raised the price to six million. Jiang Xun was still calm. The corner of her mouth was lifted slightly as she countered, "Eight million." After she finished speaking, she nodded towards Ye Juan, her expression proud and confident. Although she was polite, it also carried with it an invisible provocation, which completely angered Ye Juan. She picked up the sign wanting to raise it again. Ye Hao looked at her displeasedly, "Juan Juan, stop raising it, where are you getting the money? You already used all the money our parents gave you last time for the birthday party." Ye Hao was telling the truth. Where did Ye Juan have ten million? It was easy for her to move her mouth, but the time comes for paying, wouldn’t she still have to find their parents? That money didn’t just belong to Ye Juan, he also had a share. How could he let her waste it like this? No matter how rich the Ye family is, it can't handle her prodigality. Ye Juan gritted her teeth, "No, I’m raising it, I can't lose." Ye Hao said, "Juan Juan, listen to me, the Ye family and the Huo family have already started cooperating. You will have more opportunities in the future, there’s no need!" Ye Juan was already flushed with anger. She retorted angrily, "I don't care, I just wanna see how much she can pay!" She raised her voice, "Ten million." An uproar rose in the audience, this price was enough to buy famous masterpieces. There were only a handful of people present who could casually spend ten million to buy an artwork. It wasn’t that they could not spend ten million, but no one’s money came out of nowhere. Based on the value of the transaction, for the vast majority of people present, ten million can do a lot. If it is used to buy a dance or an opportunity, then it wasn’t worthwhile. Ye Juan looked haughty as she had an absolute winning appearance. She even glanced back at Jiang Xun coldly. "Ten million! It seems Miss Ye wants to get President Huo’s calligraphy no matter what, is there any higher price than ten million?" "Ten million going once… … ten million going twice… …" "Twenty million." Jiang Xun sighed lazily. Just when everyone thought she wouldn’t follow up again, she slightly curved her mouth and raised the sign. The starting price of a hundred thousand, no one thought it would evolve into what it is now. Ye Juan was extremely excited when she called out the ten million just now, thinking that no one would out-raise her. Therefore, her face was slightly ruddy from the excitement. However, at this moment, her face became pale as she stood up in shock. "Twenty million? Is it twenty million? This lady offers twenty million. My God, today's auction is truly exciting." The emcee’s spit flew around the microphone and exclaimed in a high tone, "Twenty million going once. Twenty million going twice! Twenty million… … going three times! Deal! President Huo’s artwork belongs to this lady." The emcee took the lead in applauding, and sparse applause sounded in the banquet hall. Someone sharp-eyed saw Huo Yuan Ze also raise his hands and slowly clapped his hands. "This lady, please come onstage with President Huo. President Huo will hand over the item to the lady." The emcee made an invitation gesture. Seeing that Huo Yuan Ze had risen, Jiang Xun also stood up. She slowly walked onto the stage. Facing Huo Yuan Ze's gaze, she stepped to his side. "President Huo's writing is pretty good." Jiang Xun smiled cheerfully and looked directly at Huo Yuan Ze. She seemed to be able to smell a woody cologne on his body, filled with the cold breath of abstinence like the damp morning dew on the orchid deep in the forest in the early morning, mysterious but also exuding a fatal attraction. Huo Yuan Ze's lips moved. He looked at her with an unclear expression, his gaze deep, "Now this work belongs to you." "Yes." Jiang Xun nodded, smiling, "It's mine, I like it very much." She fluttered her eyes at Huo Yuan Ze, her bright black eyes crystal clear. On her young face, there was actually a devilish charm. Huo Yuan Ze laughed in a low voice, "If my news is correct, Miss Jiang has only gotten your inheritance a few days ago. Spending this much today, aren’t you afraid that you won't have enough in the future?" His voice was full of magnetism, seducing people to do crime. Jiang Xun shook her head, whispering, "I’m not afraid. Plus… … twenty million, buying you… … is worth it." Once she finished speaking, she turned and stepped off the stage holding the calligraphy. Her stride was light. It could be seen that she was in a good mood. ... After a while, the ball began. As agreed, Huo Yuan Ze came to invite Jiang Xun to dance. When Huo Yuan Ze approached her, she could feel the envy and jealous eyes of all the women in the audience. Jiang Xun placed her hand on his hand. The moment the music rang, she was pulled into his arms by him and hugged by her small waist. Jiang Xun also held onto his shoulders, intimately leaning closer to him. "Is Mr. Huo good at dancing?" Jiang Xun asked. "I know a thing or two, though I wouldn’t consider myself proficient." Huo Yuan Ze said lightly. Jiang Xun gave him an alluring look, "No wonder, you’re holding onto me this tight. I can hardly breathe." When she said this, her fingers playfully stroked his waist back and forth. Huo Yuan Ze’s movement froze. His body stiffened as he deeply stared at her. "It’s even tighter, Mr. Huo." Jiang Xun softly reminded. She exhaled an orchid fragrance, her eyes seductive, able to evoke a man's deepest desires. Huo Yuan Ze simply lifted her body up, forcing her to press against his chest, "If I remember correctly… … You are only eighteen years old this year?" Jiang Xun smiled brightly, “Nineteen years old in nominal age, I’m an adult, Mr. Huo… … What an adult can do, I can all do." Huo Yuan Ze narrowed his eyes at her, "I am twelve years older than you." "Your meaning? Do you want me to call you Uncle Huo?" Jiang Xun's eyes shone pure and clear. These eyes truly formed a sharp contrast with what she said. "I don't have a niece like you." Huo Yuan Ze took her hand. He spun her body twice and then pulled her into his embrace, whispering in her ear. Feeling his scorching breath, Jiang Xun’s body tingled for a second. "Then do you like me acting like this?" The author has something to say: Jiang Xun: Does the old cow want to eat tender grass? __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Notes: Lan Ting Collection (兰亭集序): a calligraphy work by the famous calligrapher, Wang Xi Zhi. More information here nominal age (虚岁): in Chinese culture, you’re already considered one on the day of your birth. Therefore, the age Chinese people consider themselves is usually a year or two older than their actual age. More information here old cow want to eat tender grass (老牛吃嫩草): a Chinese idiom similar to "rob the cradle", though usually referring to a significant older man and a younger woman
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anazu
2/1/2023 12:58:42 am
sigh, no one worthy of her
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