Chapter 8: After Becoming the CEO’s Sickly White Moonlight 8
“Apologies, sir. Today’s auction is rather special; you need an invitation to enter.”
The security guard stretched out a hand and stopped Pei Yu. Being blocked, Pei Yu raised an eyebrow and looked at Liu Feiyu.
Liu Feiyu was clearly facing this situation for the first time as well. He turned around and said: “Apologies, this is my friend. Could you make an exception?”
Hearing this, the security guard sized up Liu Feiyu for a moment: “Apologies, sir… you are?”
“…”
Liu Feiyu’s expression stiffened: “I am Liu Feiyu, the CEO of Shangzhi Company.”
“Oh,” the security guard nodded and said: “Apologies, sir, that is not permitted.”
Pfft—
Laughter sounded from behind Pei Yu’s ear, followed by a hand resting on his shoulder. Qu Shenyi’s cynical, drawling voice rang out: “Oh my, President Liu failed to show off?”
Pei Yu: “…” With this kind of attitude, he’s supposed to turn into a darkened psycho?
Qu Shenyi turned his head, showing his small white teeth: “Hi Beauty, what a coincidence. Could this be the heaven-ordained destiny between you and me?”
The system cracked melon seeds: […]
Yes, I am that heaven.
Qu Shenyi flipped his hand and tossed a black, gold-stamped invitation to the security guard. The security guard hurriedly caught it, flipped through it briefly, and respectfully handed it back to Qu Shenyi.
“This gentleman is my friend, is it convenient to make an exception?”
“Of course, of course, please come inside.”
Qu Shenyi raised an eyebrow, gloating towards Liu Feiyu. Pei Yu watched as Liu Feiyu’s face became as spectacularly colorful as an overturned palette.
Pei Yu raised a hand and slapped Qu Shenyi’s paw resting on his shoulder. Qu Shenyi grimaced in pain, continuously blowing hot breath onto his own hand.
Holding up his slapped paw, Qu Shenyi said: “Beauty, why did you hit me!”
Pei Yu: “I saw that your hand didn’t know where to place itself, so I just happened to remind you.”
Qu Shenyi felt wronged: “Beauty, I brought you in and you didn’t even thank me.”
“Oh, thank you.”
Pei Yu pulled an invitation out from his jacket, pinched it between his fingers, and waved it in front of Qu Shenyi’s eyes.
Qu Shenyi: “…”
Qu Shenyi was shocked: “You had one, why didn’t you take it out?”
Pei Yu didn’t say a word, turning his head to look at Liu Feiyu, who was following behind the two of them with a dark expression.
Qu Shenyi’s brain caught on that Pei Yu just wanted to see Liu Feiyu make a fool of himself, and he laughed.
He nudged Pei Yu’s abdomen with his elbow: “I didn’t expect this, Beauty. You’re full of bad intentions.”
Pei Yu didn’t even lift his eyelids. He raised a hand to cover his chest and let out earth-shattering coughs, his face turning pale in an instant.
Pei Yu smiled weakly: “President Qu is overthinking. My health is poor; just now, my head hurt unbearably, and I momentarily forgot.”
Qu Shenyi’s gaze shifted, looking at the person standing beside him with a tall, slender figure, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist, and scoffed.
Just keep pretending.
Qu Shenyi supported Pei Yu’s arm and said with concern: “Since that’s the case, then Beauty, you have to follow closely beside me later.”
Walking behind the two, Liu Feiyu couldn’t hear what they were whispering about. Seeing Pei Yu coughing a few times, before he could even go over, Qu Shenyi had already grabbed onto Pei Yu’s arm.
The distance between the two closed, looking intimately close.
Liu Feiyu ground his teeth until they creaked. Where did Qu Shenyi pop out from anyway? How did Pei Yu get so familiar with him?
The auction hall was on the fourth floor, and the entire venue was bustling with people intermingling.
Before entering the main auction hall, there was a high marble wall stretching to the ceiling. The wall was hollowed out to display various styles of masks. The colorful masks presented a semi-transparent luster under the illumination of the built-in lights.
Qu Shenyi picked a silver-white mask and handed it to Pei Yu, explaining: “The items auctioned this time are quite special. Everyone present participates anonymously; it’s partly for safety and partly for fairness.”
It was inevitable that powerful and influential people would set their sights on an item. If they bid on it, others wouldn’t dare to make a move.
It seemed the items being auctioned this time were indeed quite special.
Pei Yu nodded, took the mask, and looked at it from front to back in his hands. He wasn’t sure if Qu Shenyi did it on purpose, but the mask he picked looked like a cross between a pig and a dog.
Just as Qu Shenyi prepared to put on the mask in his own hand, Pei Yu snatched it away and stuffed the one in his own hand into Qu Shenyi’s embrace.
This entire sequence of movements was smooth and done in one breath. Qu Shenyi hadn’t even reacted. Afterwards, he said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: “You can’t be serious, Beauty, my mask has a serial number.”
“A serial number?”
“Right here.”
Qu Shenyi pointed to the bottom right corner of the mask. There was a tiny marking there. Pei Yu observed it for a moment before recognizing it as an Arabic numeral. Without looking closely, one would just think it was a carved pattern on the mask.
Pei Yu: “So, actually every mask here has a fixed serial number, and every person also has that specific mask.”
Qu Shenyi smiled: “Bingo! Correct, but there’s no reward.”
This sort of hidden clue regarding identities was generally only known by the internal staff of the auction house.
What if these hidden identities were leaked out?
“Actually, this kind of identity-concealed auction only happens a few times a year. Usually, those auction houses have dedicated bidders to handle things, so we don’t need to show up personally.”
Qu Shenyi crooked his finger, signaling Pei Yu to return the mask to him. Then, Qu Shenyi watched as Pei Yu, without looking sideways, securely put the mask on his own face.
Qu Shenyi: “Hey?”
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