Chapter 138: The Lingering Spirit of Ye Sanshao (4)_1
"Heh heh, I trust you all, so naturally, I’m not afraid," Shangguan You’s trusting attitude pleased the father and son duo even more, and their admiration for her grew.
"Hmph, the entire Beijing knows that the Shangguan Family fears no one. And look at your status; would she be afraid of you running off?" Li Meisu sneered, finding Shangguan You’s high-profile presence very irritating. With a light gesture, she had earned thirty million and also shares in the second floor of Jade Pavilion—it was like a pie falling from the sky.
"Miss Shangguan, I offer sixty million for the ZiyuPurple Jade in your hand."
Gu Weixiong’s somewhat impatient voice rose. Having lost hope for the yellow jade, he still had a chance with the ZiyuPurple Jade.
"I bid one hundred million!" a voice brimming with arrogance rang out, silencing all those ready to bid. Two figures in black emerged, carrying a powerful aura as they entered from the door, their presence sweeping over everyone.
The crowd naturally parted, making way for the two tall figures who slowly approached Shangguan You. Their formidable presence and intimidating aura caused everyone to involuntarily step back.
Such devilish charm, such a high-profile entrance—who else could it be but that rascal, Third Young Master Ye? Today, Third Young Master Ye wore a black trench coat, one hand tucked into his trouser pocket. His enticing eyes, holding a hint of a smirk, were fixed on Shangguan You, and he casually licked his sensual lips.
His lips were red and slightly swollen, clearly bitten. In front of everyone, he stared straight at Shangguan You, his sensual tongue lightly licking his lips. Shangguan You felt rage welling up inside her. This scoundrel! How dare he show up before me today? And how dare he look at me with such a tempting gaze? He’s simply asking for death!
"One hundred million." The man in black accompanying Third Young Master Ye was Ye An, the president of B City’s Genesis. President Ye An, at this moment, had rather speechlessly become Third Young Master Ye’s follower and personal attendant.
"Two hundred million," Shangguan You said, coldly glancing at Third Young Master Ye. This persistent pest, why do I encounter him wherever I go? Wanting to buy my things? That depends on whether I’m willing to sell to him.