Is Master Lu jealous today?

"Can you tell me about your brother?"

"Why did you mention him all of a sudden?"

Nowadays, few people think of this once magnificent second master of the Lu family.

"Just curious."

Sheng Wantang could hear Lu Jiyuan's respect and nostalgia for Lu Yunxian - he always called Bu Jinghan by his first name, but he still called Lu Yunxian 'my brother'.

There were not many people in the first class, only Sheng Wantang and Lu Jiyuan, plus an old man with gray hair, who spoke softly without fear of disturbing others.

Lu Jiyuan recalled this elder brother and commented: "He is very good. It's a pity that he was born in the Lu family."

Lu Yunxian is not suitable to be born in the Lu family.

The Lu family cannot tolerate kind people.

Sheng Wantang looked at him blankly.

Lu Jiyuan patted her head, and said in a low voice: "Tangtang, do you remember what I told you? Kindness is not a good thing sometimes. If my brother is darker, he can probably live a few more years."

Sheng Wantang blinked, feeling a sense of oppression for no reason.

"Then...how did he die?" Sheng Wantang subconsciously restrained her breathing, "Lu Qi told me that he died in a fire."

Sheng Wantang said it tactfully, but Lu Jiyuan could already guess what Lu Qi said to Sheng Wantang.

Lu Jiyuan was not very surprised when Lu Qihui told Sheng Wantang about this.

Because the Lu family always thought it was a trick to manipulate him.

"My brother said that the elders are not as bad as the younger ones, and they have always been good to Lu Tianhua. Lu Tianhua used this to poison my brother, but fortunately he found it in time - Lu Tianhua said he did not mean it."

Because it was unintentional, Lu Jie did not pursue it.

Because it is a family scandal, it cannot be known to outsiders.

All of Lu Tianhua's reputation was preserved.

"After my brother was discharged from the hospital, he went back to the old house to recuperate. That night, after the night wind, there was a huge flame. The servants of the old house rushed over after hearing the sound, and only saw Lu Jiyuan coming out of the courtyard alone."

Lu Jiyuan was the only person present when the incident happened.

Or the person who came out of the scene safe and sound.

"Eyes tell everyone," Lu Jiyuan pointed at himself calmly, "I am the murderer."

Sheng Wantang's heart skipped a beat, and she shook her head appreciatively: "It's not you."

How can you slander him as the murderer who killed your brother?

Seeing her defending himself like this, Lu Jiyuan was in a good mood. He adjusted his sitting posture and stared deeply at Sheng Wantang.

"You know? My brother had an accident, and I became the only legal heir of the Lu family."

Those in the Lu family used this reason to justify his motives for murder and arson, and label him cold-blooded and insane.

Sheng Wantang leaned over and hugged Lu Jiyuan.

In the dim light of the plane, the woman's eyes were full of distress.

"It's not your style to set fire to kill people."

Lu Jiyuan was upright and aboveboard, even if he was cold-blooded and ruthless, he would not bother to use such a roundabout method.

Lu Jiyuan didn't care about the power and wealth of the Lu family.

He has these things himself.

Besides, the biggest winners now are Lu Tianhua's family!

Lu Jiyuan hugged her tightly with his backhand, buried his face in the woman's neck, greedily felt the breath of the woman, a corner of his heart that had been frozen for a long time was slowly warmed and melted.

He lowered his eyes, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his smile.

Sheng Wantang, who has known him for less than a year, believes in him without hesitation.

But Bu Jinghan, the mother who raised her, chose to cling to Lu Jie at the beginning, believing the rumors that he killed her brother.

-

Haicheng Auction is located in a private mansion built a hundred years ago.

At this time, the auction was about to start, and luxury cars were parked outside the mansion, but no one came and went.

"Miss, where is your invitation letter?"

The waiter stopped Sheng Wantang.

Sheng Wantang was so anxious that she completely forgot about the invitation letter.

"My surname is Lu, and this is my wife." Lu Jiyuan put his hand on Sheng Wantang's waist, which was a gesture to declare his identity and possessiveness.

The waiter got the news in advance and immediately smiled: "I'm so sorry just now! Mr. Lu, Mrs. Lu, please come inside!"

Sheng Wantang looked at Lu Jiyuan suspiciously.

"When did you arrange these?"

"My company raises so many people, not for nothing."

He only needs to inform his subordinates that he is coming to this auction, and other matters are the responsibility of the subordinates.

Lu Jiyuan enjoyed taking care of her.

The positions of Lu Jiyuan and Sheng Wantang were arranged in the first row of the auction, and there were no signatures on the back of the chairs. Obviously, they were specially reserved spare seats and were temporarily arranged for Lu Jiyuan.

"Why is there still someone here?"

"That seems to be Sheng Wantang?"

"Why did Sheng Wantang come here suddenly?"

"The auctioneer is Mu Ruyi, have you forgotten? If Mu Ruyi doesn't come to the stage this time, can she bear it?"

"Beside Sheng Wantang, is that... Lu Jiyuan? Is his leg really healed?"

"Isn't Lu Si married? Why did he bring Sheng Wantang to attend...Wait, the surname is Sheng?!"

Most people know Sheng Wantang.

Lu Jiyuan has increased the frequency of appearances in the past six months. His face is so superior that it is difficult to remember it.

However, the fourth master of the Lu family has been in a wheelchair all year round, and he suddenly stands up like a healthy person, which is completely unrecognizable!

Sheng Wantang didn't seem to hear the whispers of the people around her, and sat down gracefully and calmly.

She looked sideways, facing Xie Qinxiao and Song Yingying who were not far away, and smiled provocatively.

Embarrass Mu Ruyi?

Look who embarrass whom!

A piano in major D key sounded.

Under the spotlight, Mu Ruyi came to the stage wearing a blue and white porcelain cheongsam, with her long hair coiled up and embellished with emeralds.

She is lazy and delicate on weekdays. Once she stood on the auction stage, Sheng Wantang had to admit that she was more aristocratic than herself. Her behavior and micro-expressions were so exquisite that every angle and height was just right. In the first half of the auction The unsatisfactory shooting of the whole show didn't seem to have the slightest influence on her.

However, when Mu Ruyi looked down the stage, she was taken aback.

Sheng Wantang was wearing a knitted sweater and jeans, out of tune with the surrounding people in haute couture dresses and exquisite makeup, and smiled at her with the sign in his hand.

Xie Qinxiao pursed her thin lips tightly.

When Mu Ruyi saw him sitting under the stage, it was like seeing a stranger. He originally thought it was her cultivation as a professional auctioneer.

It turned out not to be.

She just... couldn't see him.

"This is an oil painting "Quiet Moon and Precious Chrysanthemum", provided by a French private collector, from... The starting price is 9000 million." Mu Ruyi introduced the auction item in an authentic London accent.

After the words fell, Sheng Wantang raised a sign.

No one is chasing.

The collection belongs to Sheng Wantang.

The second, the third, the fourth...

Sheng Wantang didn't care about the others, and raised the sign on her own.

No one competes with her, she just buys it herself.

In just half an hour, hundreds of millions of turnovers were added up.

While being shocked by Sheng Wantang's arrogance, everyone couldn't bear it anymore.

They didn't take the auction to save Xie Qinxiao's face, and waited for the collection to be unsold before re-shooting, but now there is Sheng Wantang who doesn't talk about martial arts!

If they didn't bid, all the collection would be pocketed by Sheng Wantang at the starting price!

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