Chapter 19: The Fake Heiress Supports the Little Wolf Cub

Although everyone present was well-respected, it wasn’t worth offending the Lu family over a petty bidding war.

Jiang Zhiyue glanced up to see Jiang Qingyan giving her a triumphant smile.

Hmph!

She spoke lazily, “Ten million!”

The moment she said this, everyone present looked at her with curiosity. Even Jiang Qingyan was so shocked that her lips parted slightly.

This is the feeling!

Exhilarating!

The crowd began to murmur among themselves. “Oh my, she’s just a relative adopted by the Jiang family—where does she get the nerve to bid like this?”

“A necklace for ten million? Although it’s an antique with some significance, it’s not made of top-grade materials. That price seems a bit excessive, doesn’t it?”

“How interesting! This auction is really worth attending today. Miss Jiang wants the necklace too. Do you think Mr. Lu will raise the bid?”

“Of course! The Lu Corporation is such a huge enterprise. As the sole heir, it’s nothing for Mr. Lu to spend ten or twenty million on a future wife.”

Hearing the onlookers’ comments, Jiang Qingyan instinctively raised her chin.

The heiress of the Jiang family is her, and Lu Yan’s fiancée can only be her.

“Ten million for the first bid!” the auctioneer announced cheerfully.

Jiang Zhiyue smiled. “Ah, such a beautiful necklace should be mine.”

At that moment, Jiang Qingyan turned to the auctioneer and spoke softly:

“Excuse me, my sister comes from a small town and has never been to an auction before. She doesn’t understand the rules. Can we cancel her previous bid?”

The beautiful auctioneer’s smile wavered, clearly feeling awkward.

Malicious bidding was strictly forbidden here.

Jiang Zhiyue was displeased. “Hey, what are you doing? What do you mean canceling my bid? I wasn’t aware that Miss Jiang had the authority to do that.”

Pei Heng joined in, teasing, “Miss Jiang is amazing. Bidding against you is like stealing from you, yet when someone offers more, you want to cancel their bids unilaterally? Oh wow, impressive! Miss Jiang, you’re so cultured. Thanks for the lesson—I just learned how auctions really work today!”

“Alright, everyone, let’s disperse! We can’t play these games at an auction.”

With that, Pei Heng stood and lightly pinched the sleeve of Jiang Zhiyue’s short-sleeved shirt, as if to lead her out.

—

Within the venue, the others also began to murmur, dissatisfied with Jiang Qingyan’s earlier remarks.

Jiang Qingyan smiled faintly.

“Sir, you misunderstand. I’m not targeting anyone. You simply don’t understand.

My sister has never been to an auction before. She doesn’t know that you can’t just raise your paddle and bid without serious intent. Malicious bidding without the means to pay is a grave offense.

And my sister? She doesn’t have any money at all. I’m only speaking up for her own good.”

“Oh…”

The crowd let out a knowing sigh. So it was just an inexperienced young girl raising her paddle recklessly.

Satisfied with their response, Jiang Qingyan continued earnestly:

“Sister, just apologize properly. I’ll also ask the auction house owner to forgive you. Consider your previous bid as if you never made it. Otherwise, how will you pay? Your parents will be unhappy.”

Before Jiang Zhiyue could respond, Pei Heng interjected:

“Wait a minute. Has the Jiang family really fallen so low they can’t even afford to send you to a hospital to fix your brain? Our little Jiang Jiang bids whatever she wants. Who said we can’t pay?”

Jiang Qingyan’s complexion changed slightly. Having always been treated like a star surrounded by admirers, she had never been spoken to like this before.

She was furious.

For the past three years, Jiang Zhiyue’s every move had been under her control, yet she didn’t even know who the man defending Jiang Zhiyue was.

Her eyes reddened as she bit her lip in frustration.

“Sorry, young man, I don’t know what my sister told you. But ten million is no small sum. I only advised her to avoid trouble in the end.”

At that moment, Lu Jiahui walked over to Jiang Qingyan, displeased.

“Yan Yan, don’t bother with them. If they want to bring trouble on themselves, let them.”

Then she glanced at Pei Heng.

“Hey, mister, you’re handsome but your judgment’s terrible. Let me guess, Jiang Zhiyue told you she’s the heiress of the Jiang family from Jiang Corporation and very wealthy?

Here’s some friendly advice: don’t be fooled by her. She’s just an orphan that kind people took in.

If you’re young and don’t want to take detours in life, open your eyes wider. Don’t mistake a wild hen for a phoenix!

You’re so good-looking—why not call me ‘sister’ and see if I get in a good mood? Maybe I’ll introduce you to some real rich ladies.”

“What?” Innocent Pei Heng was momentarily stunned.

Introduce to rich ladies?

What kind of nonsense was this?

—

Lu Jiahui’s words ignited everyone’s gossip fire. They had assumed it was a story of a powerful CEO and his kept woman, but it turned out to be a fake rich girl supporting a little gold digger.

Now, they were caught in a tight spot. The auction was no place to show off, and malicious bidding that couldn’t be paid would ruin them.

Jiang Qingyan was shocked.

“Huihui, don’t say that. My sister—maybe they’re just normal friends?”

“Why are you still defending her? I saw at the door—Jiang Zhiyue and that young man got out of a beat-up car.

The car was so wrecked it was just a frame, yet they still dared to open the door. What kind of wealthy people are they?

In my opinion, this is just Jiang Zhiyue pretending to be a Jiang family lady to fool some wild man.”

“A wild man?” Pei Heng was stunned.

“Isn’t that right? But sorry to disappoint you. She’s no Jiang family lady. You won’t be saved from taking detours.”

“Ah, what a pity.”

Pei Heng swallowed nervously and looked cautiously at Jiang Zhiyue. “Little Jiang Jiang, I…”

Ah—

It seemed people misunderstood him and Little Jiang Jiang as lovers. That woman looked sly, but her eyes were sharp.

She must have seen that he and Little Jiang Jiang were a perfect match at a glance!

Jiang Zhiyue remained calm, while Lu Jiahui’s eyes were poor—ironically, Pei Heng was actually her financial backer!

“A bid of eleven million,” a deep and steady voice cut through the chaos.

At last, the onlookers realized that the auction was still underway.

No wonder Lu Yan was so young and capable. While everyone else was distracted by gossip, he remained focused on the auction.

“Brother Yan…” Jiang Qingyan coquettishly sat beside Lu Yan. “Forget it, Brother Yan, I think I won’t bid anymore. It’s too expensive.”

“No matter. Since you want to give it to Auntie, I’ll do my part.”

“Brother Yan, you’re so kind to me.”

Ah—

Caught off guard by this public display of affection, Jiang Zhiyue was left utterly stunned.