CHAPTER 222: CHAPTER 222 THE OWNER WANTS TO SELL IT

An Yan smiled and said to the staff member, "I’ll take this one. Where do I pay?"

"You can pay right here."

She paid with her card, and Luolie came over to help lift the stone.

"Miss, do you want to have it cut open here or take it home?"

"Take it home."

An Yan was very curious about what Yezi wanted the stone for.

Could it be that this is a Spirit Stone? One that could replenish Yezi’s energy! Could it be like the Stone Carving I crushed back then?

After buying this one, An Yan bought a few more based on Yezi’s prompts. In the blink of an eye, she had spent over twenty million!

And every time An Yan decided to buy, Little Squirrel reacted almost in perfect sync with her. In short, to outsiders, it seemed as if all her stone purchases were based on Little Squirrel’s advice.

Upstairs, a man with gold-rimmed glasses watched An Yan thoughtfully and asked his subordinate, "Do you know which family that young lady belongs to?"

Her eye for quality is too sharp; all the stones she bought are top-grade.

His subordinate stepped forward and reported quietly, "She’s an out-of-town individual customer, using one of the entry tickets we sold at a markup. Moreover, Azhen’s ability doesn’t work on her!"

"Oh?" A strong curiosity flashed in the eyes of the man with glasses. Interesting!

"Young Master, should I go invite her up for tea?"

"No rush. Let’s observe a bit longer."

Spiritual Pets... He’d only heard of such things, never seen one in real life. The man watched Little Squirrel intently, like a hunter eyeing prey.

Downstairs, An Yan looked up, as if sensing something. However, she only saw the white marble balustrade on the third floor. The man with glasses had already left.

"Miss, the auction on the third floor is about to start," Wang Yong reminded her.

「The auction hall on the third floor.」

The large screen cycled through various stones that would soon be auctioned. An Yan and Mu Enyu were led by staff to sit in the middle, and they were given a bidding paddle. Servers brought tea and pastries.

A few minutes later, someone took the seat next to them.

It was a young man in a top-brand suit, his hair meticulously styled, his skin fair, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. As soon as he sat down, he nodded at An Yan.

An Yan didn’t respond, as if she hadn’t noticed him at all.

But in truth, she had noticed him. Not only that, but she also detected a dense, murderous aura emanating from him.

People with this kind of aura usually have blood on their hands.

An Yan didn’t want any involvement with him, so she focused solely on observing Yezi in her mind.

The man wasn’t angered by An Yan’s disregard and turned his attention to Little Squirrel.

After An Yan’s group sat down, Little Squirrel hopped down from Mu Enyu’s head onto the table. It even pulled a cloth napkin from a nearby cup, folded it into a small square, and sat primly on top of it.

Sensing someone looking at it, it twisted its body and used its large tail to block the bespectacled man’s view. He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but at the instant it turned, the man with glasses thought he heard it make a disdainful "TSK!"

A Spiritual Pet! This is definitely a Spiritual Pet!

The man with glasses beckoned a server to bring a plate of pine nuts and offered it to Little Squirrel, saying, "This Little Squirrel is really cute. Is it for sale? I’m willing to pay a high price."

An Yan reached out, pushed the pine nuts back, and asked, "What kind of high price are we talking about?"

Little Squirrel froze on the spot, stopped gnawing on its pistachio, and looked up at An Yan.

Is Master going to sell me? I’m not happy!

The man with glasses leaned back, a smug expression on his face, and said, "One million."

A typical little squirrel cost only a few hundred. His offer of one million indeed showed considerable sincerity.

An Yan stroked Little Squirrel’s tail and said firmly, "Not for sale!"

One million to buy a squirrel that can potentially identify the authenticity of stones? Dream on!

The man with glasses chuckled and said, "Beauty, allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Feng Jingnian, and I’ve been immersed in the jade industry for several years. Today’s trade fair is hosted by my Feng Family!"

An Yan said with a deadpan expression, "And so...?"

Judging by his tone, he must be someone of considerable status. Too bad for him, he doesn’t know that before I came, Li Tianyao told me that the Mo Family is the foremost prominent family in Yuncheng. I’m an honored guest invited by the Mo Family, and Old Master Mo is anxiously waiting in the hospital for me to save his life. Why would I care about some Feng Jingnian of the Feng Family?

Feng Jingnian, oblivious to her thoughts, continued with an air of self-importance, "Therefore, Beauty, I hope you’ll reconsider carefully. For a pet, you can become a friend of Feng Jingnian. That’s no loss for you. Of course, I’m not asking for it for free. If you think one million is too little, you can ask for more."

An Yan finally looked him squarely in the eye and said, "I’m sorry, I’m married, and my husband is extremely possessive! That’s why I never befriend men when I’m out!!"

The meaning was clear: she wasn’t selling.

Feng Jingnian’s expression darkened. He asked, "What if I insist?"

"In broad daylight, surely Mr. Feng isn’t planning to resort to robbery by force?"

Feng Jingnian narrowed his eyes. After a moment, he sneered coldly and said, "Naturally, I wouldn’t mess up my own event. But once you’re outside this venue, things might be different."

An Yan’s expression tensed slightly.

She didn’t want to cause trouble, but if trouble came looking for her, she absolutely wouldn’t swallow her anger and endure it silently.

After delivering his threat, Feng Jingnian turned to look at the stage.

Wang Yong’s face turned slightly pale from fear at their exchange.

Feng Jingnian is an extremely petty person. Miss An has really gotten into trouble this time. And crucially, Ninth Master isn’t here right now.

Wang Yong tugged Liang Chen, switched places with him, and whispered into An Yan’s ear, "Feng Jingnian is the eldest young master of the Feng Family. His mother is Mo Yunying, the Third Grandaunt of the Mo Family."

"This man has a unique insight, born with what they call ’Heavenly Eyes,’ rumored to be able to see through the inside of stones. That’s why he holds a monopoly over Yuncheng’s Jade Market."

"Because of this skill, coupled with his willingness to spend lavishly, he has gathered many capable and extraordinary individuals around him."

"This has also made him very domineering. Anyone who opposes him usually meets a rather grim end!"

An Yan nodded, indicating she understood.

Wang Yong waited for a while but received no further response, so he could only silently return to his seat.

Soon, the auction began.

The first item was a Raw Stone from some unspecified mine, with a starting bid of two hundred thousand.

Yezi didn’t react, so An Yan didn’t raise her paddle.

It wasn’t until the seventh item was presented that Yezi became excited again.

An Yan decisively raised her paddle, and Little Squirrel leaped up in excitement!

Hehe! Today, I’ve anticipated Master’s anticipations multiple times! I feel like I’m in perfect sync with Master now! So happy!

The moment Little Squirrel moved, Feng Jingnian also raised his paddle.

He had coveted this stone from the beginning; holding this auction was precisely to lure this stone out.

The bidding for the stone, initially worth over three million, escalated all the way to thirty-three million, yet Feng Jingnian still clung on, refusing to let go.

An Yan mentally calculated her remaining balance and prepared to give up.

Who would have thought that the instant she had this notion, Yezi in her mind immediately began to rustle its leaves wildly, so agitated it seemed as if it would start speaking human words in the very next moment.