Chapter 20: Chapter 20 - 20 020 Fu Han 80 million

Chapter 20: 020 Fu Han, 80 million Chapter 20: 020 Fu Han, 80 million “Wait, Butler, let me out…”

She was sure these stylists and makeup artists were going to be the death of her!

Fu Han’s plea for help was completely ignored by the butler.

After closing the door, the butler turned to leave, but seemed to remember something and specifically went to He Xing’s room.

At that moment, He Xing was propping his chin with one hand, his eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought.

“Sir, should I send the usual gifts to Mrs. Xia’s grave?”

“Yes.”

The man’s voice was very soft, yet the butler caught it, “Okay, I’ll notify them right away.”

The door closed gently and He Xing opened his eyes, then he turned on his phone, deep in a hidden corner of his account there was a photograph.

The chaotic, frantic, cruel scene of the car accident from years ago, the woman lying on the ground, covered in blood, carefully cradling a young boy, even in death from excessive blood loss, her instinct was still fighting for the survival of a young life.

The man’s handsome face, tinged with a trace of melancholy, now showed a complex expression, “Mrs. Xia…”

In the photo, Du Wanting bore none of the composure and steadiness she was known for publicly; her smile was filled with sweetness.

If it hadn’t been for the Xia Family’s Charity Gala, he would have sent flowers to Mrs. Xia as usual.

This year’s move by the Xia Family overturned his usual plans, forcing He Xing to send the flowers ahead of time.

It was solely for the life-saving grace, for the woman who, in the face of imminent danger, still said with a trembling voice that the child must survive, that many people wished for him to live well.

From that moment on, he knew he was needed by others.

“You can come out now.”

“Ugh, it’s just a charity gala, do I have to dress up so extravagantly?”

“It’s not extravagant, come on out…”

Fu Han was dragged out, her face reddened, uncomfortably looking at herself in a deep V red cocktail dress, high heels, and her neck, wrists, and ears adorned with expensive jewelry.

This didn’t suit her, it was too precious, as if all these had been firmly tied to an unrestrained wind.

A wall mirror perfectly outlined the woman’s charm; light makeup was always appropriate, but even the heavy makeup she wore today was not out of place.

The butler, stylists, and makeup artists couldn’t stop praising, and Fu Han tugged at her lips, still unaccustomed, she turned to go change, but someone grabbed her wrist from behind.

He Xing came from behind, wrapped an arm around her waist, and rested his chin on her head, “You look quite good.”

Seizing the moment, the others quietly walked outside.

“Let me make it clear beforehand, I’m a rough person who doesn’t understand ceremonies, so if I embarrass you tonight, I won’t be responsible for apologizing,” Fu Han said with a half-smile, curling her lips in pleasure.

She spoke half-truths, but He Xing believed it would be odd if her words didn’t cause a stir at the event.

“Doesn’t matter,” He Xing said, leading her by the hand out of the room. As they walked, he said, “Tonight’s gala is a charity event held by the Xia Family in memory of Mrs. Xia. All auction proceeds will be donated to the Du Wanting Mother’s Love Foundation for special contributions to women and children.”

“Du Wanting is Mrs. Xia’s name?” Fu Han responded quickly.

He Xing gave a single nod and then, they got into the car.

Fu Han clicked her tongue, carelessly twirling her hair as she looked out the window, the glittering lights reflecting in her eyes.

He Xing glanced over, and seeing that scene, his gaze darkened a bit.

The woman who had once cared about him so openly, after leaving for several years, could she really let go so freely?

The venue arrived in the blink of an eye, and it was clear that the Xia Family had put a lot of effort into it.

The vast estate shone under the lights, making the night as bright as day. Stepping onto the red carpet, Fu Han surveyed her surroundings with disinterest as He Xing escorted her into the Auction Hall.

The Xia Family members were all dressed up, welcoming the guests one by one. Xia Cheng spotted He Xing from a distance and was about to greet him when he caught sight of Fu Han by his side. His smile froze, and he purposefully blocked Xia Ning.

“That, sister, the son of the electrical tycoon has arrived.”

“Brother, you’re hiding something from me! I must see it!”

As soon as Xia Ning looked over and saw Fu Han and He Xing’s intimately close appearance, a hint of jealousy flickered in her eyes, and she grew a bit resentful.

“Don’t cry!” Xia Cheng had to soothe her, only to be glared at by Xia Ning, “I’m not crying, the wind just blew something into my eye.”

She bit her lip and left quickly.

Xia Cheng felt aggrieved just looking at her retreating figure, his expression changed, and he began to think, then he called over a waiter and gave some instructions.

Xia Ning walked a few steps away, hiding and observing Xia Cheng’s reaction, with a cunning smile curling her lips. Before she could revel in her ploy for long, a familiar male voice came from behind, “You shouldn’t always boss around your brother.”

“Dad!” Xia Ning turned around hastily, warily saying, “I, I understand.”

“You can pursue someone, but don’t let He Xing drift away from the Xia Family and delay important matters.” The stern-faced man advised before leaving.

Xia Ning watched his departing figure, her lips moving silently.

What exactly was the so-called “important matter”?

At the auction, a professional host was in charge of warming up the crowd.

Fu Han propped her chin with one hand while He Xing was invited away by business associates for a chat, everywhere there was an air of utilitarianism.

Tch, she didn’t fit in with these refined folks…

Suddenly, someone took the seat next to her.

“Not used to this place?” Xia Ning asked with a light laugh.

Fu Han looked over, offering no reply but a smile that was not quite a smile.

“I know that someone of your background probably never imagined being in such a high-class place in their lifetime,” Xia Ning said softly, with an undertone of scorn, while those eager to greet her probably had no idea what she was talking about.

“Impressive, huh.” Fu Han rested her cheek in her hand, “Turning a charity gala into a business, not bad at all.”

She had noticed earlier how the Xia Family was covertly using the guests’ complicity to make donations to the Du Wanting Charity Fund to dodge taxes.

It appeared that Xia Shi Media was also working hard tonight, using this charity event to boost the Xia Family’s reputation.

“…Heh.” Xia Ning glared at Fu Han, waiting for the host to start explaining the first item and commence the auction. She slowly spoke up, “This is a jade chessboard from the personal collection of the Citibank CEO’s grandfather. Tonight, you can take your time looking, as you probably will only be able to see it on TV after today.”

Fu Han turned a deaf ear as if Xia Ning’s words were just wind passing by her ear, noting that the event did indeed seem too mercantile and showy just from the surface.

Resting her chin in her hand, she watched disinterestedly until suddenly, the spotlight for her seat lit up.

The host immediately read out her seat number: “Guest number 79 has raised the bid, 80 million.”

“What?” Fu Han perked up, only then noticing that her seat was special, the button to raise the bid was totally different from everyone else’s.