Chapter 59: [Damn, Waiting for Me Right Here!]
Navigating around the obstacle in front of him, Le Can walked to the sofa.
Standing before Xi Yun, the young man lazily raised his eyes, casually sweeping a glance at the empty spaces to the man’s left and right.
As if he didn’t see the vacant seats on either side, he slowly lifted his chin, signaling the other with his eyes.
[Be good, move over, give up the seat.]
The silver-gray pupils flickered for an instant. The person sitting quietly in the middle of the sofa stood up, yielding the spot beneath him.
With a reasonably satisfied hum, Le Can unceremoniously occupied the vacated space.
Residual body warmth radiated from the cushion beneath him… He first adjusted his sitting posture slightly awkwardly, then reached out and grabbed the photos scattered in front of him.
“Do you know who took the photos?”
He waved the photos held between his fingers in the air.
Earlier, Le Can’s focus was on the fact that he had been followed for days without noticing a thing.
Thanks to Yuan Cheng’s kind reminder (interruption), his nerve—which was rather dull when it came to romantic matters—was gently plucked.
Looking again now, Le Can saw the photographer’s “ingenuity.”
Because of the unique angles chosen, interactions that were perfectly normal were shot to look ambiguous, hazy, and suggestive.
Even though Le Can was the party involved who experienced these moments, after viewing all the photos, he couldn’t help but doubt himself.
Oh, not doubt that he cheated.
Le Can wouldn’t cheat on Xi Yun in this lifetime.
After all, the other party not only gave too much, but was also likely the ceiling-level human being of this world—ceiling-level in every aspect.
Le Can loved money, true, but he also had taste, and he wasn’t blind.
In his last life, he didn’t earn illegal money or money that went against his conscience. In this life, aside from the first two rules, he also didn’t plan to earn money that made him feel cowardly, aggrieved, or unhappy.
For instance, if the person paying two hundred million to marry him wasn’t Xi Yun, Le Can would have to first consider the other’s character and appearance.
Bad character? No, afraid they’d renege on the debt.
Bad looks? Also no! Even if he became an ex-husband later, Le Can didn’t want to leave himself a dark history of “terrible taste.”
As a former jewelry designer, having his aesthetic sense roasted was no different than having his rice bowl smashed in front of him.
Him! His taste was not only fine, but to a certain extent, could be called fastidious. However, sometimes having standards too high wasn’t entirely a good thing.
For example… Le Can cast a light glance at the person beside him.
Mhm, what a face—a display of Nuwa’s technical skill that gladdens the heart and pleases the eye. Praise be to his aesthetic.
The thoughts of the person who arranged for someone to stalk and photograph him were simply too easy to guess.
The young man raised his hand, pinching the face of a certain someone who attracted bees and butterflies, and suddenly leaned in close.
With a scrutinizing gaze, he slowly slid from the deep, soulful eyes down to… the lips with sharp, distinct lines.
“Fabricating a false image of my infidelity within marriage, then plotting to replace me?”
Le Can narrowed his eyes dangerously and asked, “Where did you provoke another rival for me?”
Male or female, human or dog, he didn’t know.
Le Can had quickly considered this situation when signing the agreement; he wasn’t surprised it appeared. Male Lead, right? It was normal for swarms of admirers to throw themselves at him.
But that didn’t stop him from feeling displeased at this passive, out-of-control feeling, and placing the blame on the culprit who attracted the bees.
Xi Yun tilted his chin slightly, cooperating with the person in front of him.
His eyelids lowered, watching every tiny expression and movement on Le Can’s face.
“You know this person.”
Hearing that he knew them, Le Can perked up, pricking up his ears.
Xi Yun’s gaze slid over the young man’s twitching ear and continued, “It’s Gu Xinxue.”
But the moment he heard the name, the raised brows dropped. Below them, a pair of lively eyes blinked with slight confusion.
“Who?”
“Do I… know him?”
“Hey, hey, hey! You know him, you know him!”
Yuan Cheng, who was covering his eyes with a scissor-hand gesture on the side, hurriedly stuck his head out. “It’s that Guhui Jewelry guy, the one who lost the jade bet! Gu Xinxue!”
Immediately after, afraid Le Can still wouldn’t recall, Yuan Cheng put his hands behind his back, straightened his spine, and put on an expression of looking down on everything.
Which is to say, looking at people through his nostrils.
The vivid and hateable posture of arrogance instantly dug a certain drowning little peacock out of Le Can’s brain.
Gu Xinxue, that unlucky guy who bet three times and lost three times to him?
Le Can remembered that the guy wanted to bet with him just to make him leave Xi Yun’s side. Originally, he planned to lose the first round, but fate forced him to win.
Unlucky guy, indeed worthy of the name.
At that time, Le Can and Xi Yun hadn’t actually married, but the guy confidently threw out the condition of “divorcing Xi Yun.” Now that they really got the certificate, could it be…
“After so long, he finally reacted? Because of the ’empty check’ back then, he’s coming to trouble me?”
Le Can let go of Xi Yun’s face, turned his head to look at Yuan Cheng, and instructed with a serious face, “Tomorrow, find someone to tell him: No refunds on the jade.”
The blue water jade he won by skill—no one should think about taking it back!
Yuan Cheng nodded hesitantly. “Okay.”
Was that… what they were discussing just now?
Yuan Cheng instinctively looked to the smarter, more reliable Xi Yun for confirmation. The moment his confused gaze turned, he met a pair of cold, deep eyes.
The silver-gray irises seemed even sharper and more striking in the evening, like unsheathed sharp blades. In contrast, the deep black double pupils were bottomless, as if they could see through a person’s soul.
Yuan Cheng’s crude nerves had never been as keenly perceptive as they were now. Perhaps animalistic intuition made him snap to attention in a second.
“Hehehehehe, look how late it is, I’m going to sleep first.”
“Goodnight goodnight goodnight. Oh right, Brother-in-law, don’t worry, I’ll definitely deliver the message tomorrow…”
Braving the inexplicable chill growing on his back, Yuan Cheng finished speaking and ran away without stopping, as if a ghost were chasing him.
Watching Yuan Cheng disappear, looking as if he were panicking from behind, Le Can gave a not-so-reassured “Mhm.”
He pondered for a moment and decided to remind him again tomorrow.
Once he confirmed the person had completely vanished and wouldn’t pull a sudden U-turn… Le Can spun around abruptly.
Changing from sitting to a kneeling posture on the sofa with one knee.
The young man pressed both hands on the shoulders of the man behind him, forcefully pinning him against the back of the sofa, leaning down to look into eyes that were suddenly surging with waves.
“Surprised?”
Le Can chuckled, closing the distance between him and Xi Yun.
Warm, moist breath sprayed onto sensitive skin, and the hands hanging by the sides of the sofa slowly tightened.
“Such a clumsy little trick, don’t tell me you couldn’t see through it?”
Forced perspective, photos—these were things Le Can had played with ages ago. But Le Can only used forced perspective to create rumors about himself, and when he hired people to take photos, he got ironclad evidence.
Gu Xinxue’s childish framing?
He disdained playing it, and couldn’t be bothered to play along.
As for Xi Yun? Guess if Le Can believed he couldn’t see through it?
“Speak. Waiting here specifically for me tonight, what exactly do you want to say?”
The peach-blossom eyes filled with laughter narrowed slightly, a trace of danger seeping out from the curved crescents. “It’s late, need to sleep early. I’ll only give you one chance.”
The person pressed against the sofa back accepted the oppression without resistance.
His shoulders relaxed, and his half-lowered eyelids slowly lifted. “Xi Ziyu prepared a Song Dynasty Ru Kiln Sky-Blue Glaze Lotus Leaf Washer for a preemptive auction, but it was intercepted.”
Le Can’s expression instantly turned serious.
The back, which had been arched in a beautiful curve, slowly straightened. “Someone knows that thing is fake?”
Xi Ziyu sending a Ru porcelain bought for a heavy sum to an auction house—one didn’t need to think to know that the auction house definitely wouldn’t be Weiyuanjing.
Which one didn’t matter, because whichever one it was would only be their competitor. So, Le Can didn’t waste breath asking.
It was only a few days away from Weiyuanjing’s Spring Auction preview. Preemptive auction—anyone could guess the disgusting intentions hidden within.
If the Sky-Blue Glaze Lotus Leaf Washer were real, it would definitely divert a large amount of buyer attention. Although its fame and rarity were slightly inferior to the Yohen Tenmoku Tea Bowl, deliberately creating topics could still allow them to dominate with a preemptive strike.
But unfortunately, this piece of Northern Song Ru porcelain was fake!
Once exposed, everything would backlash. However big Xi Ziyu built the fame, the ridicule later would be just as intense.
And the Southern Song Jian Kiln Yohen Tenmoku Tea Bowl in their hands would instantly be pushed up, winning huge reputation and fame for Xi Yun and Weiyuanjing’s later official auction.
Xi Yun nodded slightly. “I’m afraid they don’t just know.”
“The person who stopped Xi Ziyu is likely the same person who released this fake porcelain in the first place.”
A large number of sellers temporarily withdrew their lots. Just as the Spring Auction was imminent, someone produced a Ru porcelain good enough to pass as genuine, then passed the news to him through various hands…
If Xi Yun bought the item and auctioned it for a sky-high price, only to have it revealed as a fake later… At that time, it wouldn’t just be a financial loss; who would dare buy anything from Weiyuanjing ever again?
After leaving the Xi family, Xi Yun’s only reliance would be ruined.
Thinking of this, Le Can couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air.
Only the person behind the scenes knew the item’s background. Because they weren’t willing to make a wedding dress for Xi Yun and Weiyuanjing—doing all the work for someone else’s benefit—they blocked Xi Ziyu’s seemingly fatal but actually foolish move.
“Did you find out who intercepted Xi Ziyu?”
Meeting Le Can’s anxious gaze, Xi Yun was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head. “The other party was very careful and didn’t leave much information.”
Le Can couldn’t help but frown tightly.
This person hiding in the background was tricky.
After pondering for a moment, the young man with lowered eyes suddenly looked up. He belatedly realized the unhurried tone in the man’s voice just now.
“Xi Yun, did you come up with a plan?”
The person named moved his eyes, the corners of his mouth hooking into a shallow arc. Very faint, but on that cold face, it was exceptionally striking and… attractive.
“Startling the snake this time might make the other party go dormant for a while.”
“This is a helpless move. The person behind it may not be satisfied, and I don’t want to keep facing off against them in a stalemate…”
Hearing this, Le Can nodded understandingly.
Just like Gu Xinxue hiring someone to track him, no one wanted to be in a passive and uninformed state.
Moreover, the opponent’s level wasn’t on the Little Peacock’s play-house level. They hid deeper and more covertly, like a venomous snake waiting for an opportunity…
“If there’s no opportunity, then create an opportunity.”
Le Can instantly understood Xi Yun’s thought, and he followed up quickly and excitedly, “And then… lure the snake out of its hole!”
Xi Yun gazed at the young man with upturned eyes and nodded. “So, Le Can, we will likely have a cruise ship wedding.”
“Cru-cruise ship wedding?!”
[Damn, waiting for me right here!]
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