Chapter 21: Don’t Look, You Can’t Afford These Legs

Ten minutes later.

Buddha nearly moved the entire high-end section of Night Color to the presidential suite’s door.

Gu Chen pickyly flipped through those dresses with pitifully little fabric.

“No, too much back exposure, it’ll be cold.”

“This one’s too red, like a red envelope.”

“This one…”

Finally, his hand stopped on a black velvet long gown.

The cut was restrained yet sultry, wrapping from the neck to the ankles, but with a high slit on the right thigh.

The back had a deep V design, revealing a large expanse of sheep-fat jade-like scapulae.

Qin Hongyi leaned against the door, watching Gu Chen skillfully apply makeup.

The movements of drawing eyebrows and eyes—clearly the soul of a rough old man—were done with more charm than a real woman.

“Tsk.” Qin Hongyi only felt that nameless fire in her heart flare up again. 

“Dressing up so provocatively, who are you trying to seduce?”

“Seduce money.”

Gu Chen applied retro red lipstick, pursing his lips at the mirror.

The woman in the mirror was bewitching, noble, exuding a chilling evil aura.

“And, President Qin.” 

Gu Chen turned around, stepping into a pair of ten-centimeter stiletto heels as if walking on flat ground. 

“It’s not me being provocative—it’s this body that comes with its own charm. I’m quite troubled by it too.”

This damned Versailles.

Qin Hongyi rolled her eyes, but had to admit that Gu Chen at this moment was indescribably beautiful.

“Let’s go.”

Qin Hongyi linked arms with Gu Chen—this time not by force, but with a sense of declaring ownership. 

“Let’s see how much your personal seal is really worth.”

Night Color, underground third floor.

Compared to the chaotic revelry above, this place seemed exceptionally civilized.

Crystal chandeliers, leather sofas, each booth separated by bead curtains.

The air was filled with the scent of cigars and aged whiskey.

Those who could sit here didn’t dare breathe loudly without at least ten figures in their net worth.

When Qin Hongyi appeared arm-in-arm with Gu Chen, the originally noisy venue fell silent for a moment.

Although the Qin family’s young miss was wanted, the lingering aura of intimidation left by that crazy woman still remained.

Moreover, the black swan-like woman beside her was truly eye-catching.

“Who is that? Qin Hongyi’s new favorite?”

“Shh, keep it down. Qin Hongyi is like a mad dog now, biting whoever she catches.”

The two ignored the surrounding whispers and headed straight to the supreme booth in the center of the first row.

Buddha, like an old eunuch, bent at the waist leading the way in front.

Just as they sat down, Gu Chen felt scorching gazes, as if trying to burn through his back.

He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

In the adjacent booth, Su Rou was in plain white, like a little white flower blooming among a pile of gaudy makeup, appearing out of place.

Beside her sat Gu Chen’s distant cousin, Gu Mingzhe.

This bastard used to only nod and bow, calling him Brother Chen when he saw him, but now he was putting on airs, crossing his legs, with one salty pig hand restlessly rubbing Su Rou’s shoulder.

“Oh my, isn’t this my sister-in-law?”

Gu Mingzhe spoke in a sarcastic tone. 

“What? Not even married yet and already eager to find a replacement for Brother Gu Chen? She looks pretty hot—how much for a night?”

Su Rou’s face turned pale, trying to break free from Gu Mingzhe’s hand, but he held her down firmly.

“Let go!” Su Rou scolded lowly.

“Acting all pure.” 

Gu Mingzhe sneered, his gaze lewd. 

“Gu Chen is dead, and now my dad calls the shots in the Gu family. Su Rou, if you want to get that seal back, tonight you obediently come to my room…”

Pa.

A crisp sound interrupted Gu Mingzhe’s filthy words.

It wasn’t a slap.

It was a crystal high-stemmed glass, crushed to pieces in Gu Chen’s hand.

Red wine flowed down his slender fingers, looking just like blood.

“President Qin.” Gu Chen drew out a wet wipe, leisurely wiping his hand. 

“The security at Night Color is getting more and more pathetic. How can any stray dog be let in to bark wildly?”

Gu Mingzhe flew into a rage, slamming the table as he stood. “Who the hell are you calling a dog?!”

Gu Chen slowly turned his head.

The peach blossom eyes held no warmth, the vertical pupils flashing and vanishing in the dim light.

“Whoever responds, that’s who.”

He tilted his head slightly, hair strands falling, revealing the slender neck and the faintly visible kiss mark on the collarbone.

This extreme allure contrasted with the sharpness in his words at that moment—spicy and venomous.

Gu Mingzhe was stunned for a second, then greed and lust emerged in his eyes.

“Such a feisty little chick… Qin Hongyi, where did you dig up this top-grade? Lend her to me for some fun?”

Qin Hongyi sat on the sofa, toying with a new wine glass in her hand.

She didn’t look at Gu Mingzhe, but stared fixedly at Gu Chen.

She was observing.

Especially when Gu Chen’s gaze swept over Su Rou being bullied, that flash of killing intent in his eyes.

Jealousy.

A sour, violent jealousy brewed in Qin Hongyi’s chest.

This man, even turned into this form, even dependent on her side, still had his heart protecting that useless Su Rou who only knew how to cry?

“Lend to you for fun?” 

Qin Hongyi’s voice was chilling, cracks appearing in the wine glass in her hand. 

“Gu Mingzhe, if you want to die, I can send you on your way.”

As Qin Hongyi’s anger surged, Gu Chen sitting beside her suddenly took a deep breath.

That energy called jealousy, like a rich liquor, drilled into his pores through the air.

Refreshing.

The energy expended from crushing the glass earlier was instantly replenished, even overflowing a bit.

Gu Chen felt his fingertips heating up, power surging through his veins.

“Thanks for the treat, President Qin.” 

Gu Chen leaned close to Qin Hongyi’s ear—in outsiders’ eyes, this was intimate whispering, but actually, he was lowly provoking. 

“Get a little angrier, and I can twist this kid’s head off and kick it like a ball.”

Qin Hongyi laughed in extreme anger, her arm wrapping around Gu Chen’s waist in return, pinching hard. 

“Then perform well for me—don’t embarrass me.”

Just then, a hammer strike on stage drew everyone’s attention back.

“Gu Chen’s personal seal, starting bid, five million!”

“Ten million!” 

Su Rou raised her paddle almost instantly.

Her voice trembled but was firm.

That was Gu Chen’s thing—she absolutely wouldn’t allow it to circulate outside.

“Fifteen million.” 

Gu Mingzhe raised his paddle lazily, looking at Su Rou mockingly. 

“Sister-in-law, save it. With the Su family’s current liquid assets, how many rounds can you play with me?”

“Twenty million!” 

Su Rou’s eyes were red-rimmed.

“Twenty-five million.”

This was a game of cat and mouse.

Gu Mingzhe didn’t care about the seal at all—he just wanted to humiliate Su Rou in public, drive her to despair.

The surrounding spectators let out bursts of laughter, waiting to see the Su family’s young miss break down.

Gu Chen watched this scene, his hand on his knee tightening slightly.

Qin Hongyi sensed it.

She turned her head, looking at Gu Chen’s taut jawline, the sourness in her heart churning like a stormy sea.

“Heartache?” 

Qin Hongyi sneered. 

“Want me to give you fifty million so you can go play hero and save the beauty?”

Gu Chen turned his head, looking at Qin Hongyi’s eyes that were almost spitting fire.

This time, he didn’t deny it.

But he didn’t take the bait either.

He suddenly reached out, taking the bidding paddle from Qin Hongyi’s hand.

Then, under the shocked gazes of the entire venue, he didn’t raise the paddle—but directly flung the number plate out like a dart!

Whoosh!

The number plate tore through the air, precisely severing the auctioneer’s microphone wire on stage, then with a thud, it embedded deeply into the redwood base of the display cabinet.

Sunk in three inches!

“Fake.”

Gu Chen stood up.

The black velvet long gown swayed with his movements, the high slit revealing a long, straight, snow-white beautiful leg that blinded countless eyes.

He stepped onto the stage in ten-centimeter heels, one step at a time.

“What did you say?” Gu Mingzhe’s face darkened.

“I said, this seal is fake—just industrial trash to fool idiots.”

Gu Chen walked to the display cabinet, through the glass, his gaze contemptuously sweeping over that blood jade. 

“Gu Chen that person, although a bastard, had severe mysophobia. His personal seal used ten-thousand-year sunken blood jade from the bottom of Tianchi, soaked in ice water at minus forty degrees for three years before carving.”

He extended his finger, lightly tapping the glass cabinet.

Dong.

Clearly a very light tap, but that two-centimeter-thick bulletproof glass, under this one finger, instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks!

Crash.

Glass shattered all over the floor.

Gu Chen reached out to pick up the seal, weighing it in his hand, then tossed it toward Gu Mingzhe like throwing garbage.

“And this piece is just stall goods dyed with industrial resin and chicken blood. This kind of IQ tax is only paid by fools like you who’ve never seen the world.”

Gu Mingzhe subconsciously caught the seal, not yet having time to speak, when he heard a crack.

The seal in his hand broke into two halves.

The fracture revealed white resin traces indeed.