The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star

Wen Yantong's breathing continued to linger in Chi Jingxi's ears.

He stood for a long time when Wen Yantong suddenly moved and said, "I want to go down."

Only then did Chi Jingxi come to his senses, and quickly put her down. Wen Yantong's footsteps uncoordinated and she swayed twice, thus he quickly turned around and supported her.

With the alcohol still residing in her body, Wen Yantong was more courageous than usual. She suddenly stretched out her two hands to hold Chi Jingxi's face, slowly leaned forward, and asked, "And you, Little Marquis?"

Chi Jingxi looked at her fixedly, his dark eyes were full of affection.

Wen Yantong waited, but didn't hear any reply. Thinking he was speaking too quietly, she leaned her ear to his mouth, and muttered, "What did you say? I didn't hear."

Chi Jingxi raised his hand and touched her ear. Her ear was very soft and turned red as soon as he pinched it.

With the thought that she was being ignored, Wen Yantong became a little unhappy, "Why aren’t you saying anything?"

Chi Jingxi smiled and asked in a low voice, "What do you want me to say?"

"Say that you feel the same way." Wen Yantong said.

Chi Jingxi paused while looking into her eyes, and suddenly said with a serious tone, "Then come closer, I only want you to hear it."

Wen Yantong approached him obediently, and even stood on her tiptoes, narrowing the distance between them.

With her so earnestly abiding his words, Chi Jingxi held the back of her head with his hand, and kissed her, absorbing the remaining fragrance of roses on her lips.

Wen Yantong's breathing stagnated as she feebly kept her head tilted upwards. She subconsciously grasped Chi Jingxi's wrist, and indulged in it all.

Like a dream that made her blush and heart beat, everything seemed surreal.

About half an hour later, Chi Jingxi knocked on the door of Wen Residence and sent the dizzy Wen Yantong back.

Chi Jingxi still didn't say it in the end, but Wen Yantong had received his answer.

When she woke up the next day, Wen Yanton sat on the bed for a long time, recalling everything that happened the night before. She found it hard to believe, thinking it may just have been a dream.

She got up slowly, and after tidying up and putting on her clothes, Wen Qin’s servant came over.

The servant informed her that her father was going to participate in the disaster relief auction, and asked Wen Yantong if she wanted to go with him.

Wen Qin was once a beggar, although he is rich now, he was a rough man that didn’t follow the proper customs and noble etiquettes. He would never lock Wen Yantong in his residence, he only had this one daughter. Rather than recruiting and giving all his family property to an outsider, it was better to teach his daughter how to do business.

Wen Yantong readily agreed after a short moment of contemplation, changed into a simple yet elegant dress, and then went out with Wen Qin.

During the New Year, Shaojing ushered in a blizzard. Even Chaoge, which was warmer in temperature, had to close their roads for several days, let alone those in the extremely cold area.

In some places, many people were killed by the heavy snow, and with the earth frozen, crops could not be sown. The Emperor ordered many wealthy officials in the city to offer some items from their homes to auction, and all the money generated would be used as disaster relief funds.

During the last disaster relief auction, Wen Qin had frantically bought various items, and donated a huge sum of money, which caused the Marquis to notice him.

The place of the auction was located in the central street of Chang'an City, in a building called Tianqiao Pavilion. Tianqiao Pavilion specialized in the production of various mechanisms, ranging from hidden weapons for various killers or weapons used for war, to educational toys for children.

Tianqiao Pavilion was three stories high, and the roof was dark vermilion. The conspicuous color made it easy to find even from a distance, it was one of the most eye-catching establishments amongst the various pavilions in Chang'an City.

Rich businessmen gathered in Chang'an from all over. As long as they wanted to participate in this event, they would definitely have to go toTianqiao Pavilion. Thus the whole area was sealed off, pedestrians were not allowed to enter. Horse-drawn carriages were parked side by side in the road, each with its own differences.

Wen Qin, as a well-known wealthy businessman in Chang'an, was rather low-key. Although everything was available inside the carriage, the outside looked unassuming, completely different from some carriages that were decorated with gold and silver.

By the time Wen Qin brought Wen Yantong into Tianqiao Pavilion, many people had already gathered there, including many officials of various ranks in Chang'an City. Wen Qin had no interaction with those people in official attire, but he had almost dealt with every wealthy businessmen in Chang'an City, so he was greeted by many people from the moment he entered the door.

Wen Yantong, who followed behind him, was praised from time to time. In response, she would thank their compliments with a faint smile and nod.

There was an auction held on every floor, all at the same time. The top floor was full of expensive merchandise, a single item could cost a commoner family’s years of accumulated spending. The second floor and the first floor were a little more affordable.

People of Wen Qin's level naturally rushed to the third floor as soon as they entered the door. Because of last year's flood, his donations won the top spot, moreover, it was a large difference from second place, so anyone who knew him or not would always come up to talk to him, pretending to be familiar.

Poor Wen Qin was still in crutches, his walking posture was extremely comedical, but had to deflect the incoming people's advances trying to worm their way into being friends.

While watching on the side, Wen Yantong couldn't help but want to laugh.

However, Wen Qin showed an unfathomable appearance in the business field. He was smooth and slick and handled the whole situation with ease, be it frigid irony and scorching satire or hints at business transactions and deals.

The pleasantries came to an end when the curtain finally lifted, signaling the beginning of the auction. Tianqiao Pavilion introduced various things one after another. At the beginning, there were not many people calling in their bids, but as time went on, the things they brought out became more upscale.

Wen Yantong felt a little bored, and leaned against the cushions and was about to fall asleep until Tianqiao Pavilion took out a certain painting.

That painting was the same one that had caught Wen Yantong's eyes on the boat; it was the heartwarming portrait painting of the young Chi Jingxi. She got excited immediately, patted Wen Qin's hand, and said softly, "Father, can we buy that painting?"

Wen Qin had also dozed off, but woke up instantly when his daughter called him. When he looked up on the stage, Wen Qin couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, "Isn't this the Little Marquis?"

Wen Yantong nodded, "Look how good that painting is!"

Wen Qin also agreed, "It's really not bad, we should get this painting."

The reason Wen Qin had taken a fancy to this painting wasn’t because it was drawn well, but because of the person in the painting. Afterall, all of the wealthy businessmen in Chang'an City wanted to curry favor with the Marquis Mansion.

Just during their short conversation, the painting had already reached an exorbitant high. It was only when the number of bidders started to decrease did Wen Qin only raise his placard and call out a number.

As soon as the rich and powerful Wen Qin made a move, almost all of the bidders decided to forgo this painting. In the end, Wen Qin won the painting at an outrageously high price. Although Wen Yantong knew that Wen Qin was rich, she really didn't expect him to be so extravagant.

As the auction went on, as long as it was something Wen Qin had set his eyes on, he would take it no matter the cost. And soon, he topped the list again.

This year’s disaster relief activity was relatively large-scale, with many areas needed to be covered; there were several high-ranking ministers incharge of various areas. The disaster relief activity in Chang'an was overseen by the Marquis.

At the end of the auction, when Wen Qin was about to go home with his things, he was stopped by Chi Shu's entourage, who informed him that Marquis wanted to have a meal with him.

Although this was a rare opportunity, Wen Qin was a little nervous. He followed the entourage to Chang'an Restaurant not far from Tianqiao Pavilion, and was taken into a quiet private room.

As soon as he opened the door and entered, he saw Chi Shu sitting on the upper seat, smiling in the middle of a conversation. Sitting beside him was Chi Jingxi in a foggy blue robe.

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Pure: I feel bad for always updating cliffhangers, so I’m publishing a second chapter today! 😘 Remember to read chapter 174~

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