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“One million five hundred thousand.”

“Three million!”

“Three million five hundred thousand.”

“Five million!”

Mei Shu and Lu Ting were completely locked in a bidding war.

No matter how much Lu Ting bid, Mei Shu always topped him by an additional fifty thousand, relentlessly pursuing his bids.

Lu Ting was getting irritated by her, bidding while glaring at her with his eyes.

Mei Shu pretended not to notice and raised her paddle again, “Five million five hundred thousand.”

Lu Ting was itching with anger. With a cold snort, he sat up straight, loudly shouting, “Ten million!”

This immediately caused everyone else to gasp in shock.

Not to mention whether the painting was worth that much, from the perspective of the host, the Yu family, the amount raised at their charity gala had never exceeded ten million before.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Lu directly bid ten million, instantly elevating the scale of the charity gala.

Just when everyone thought Mei Shu wouldn’t bid again, the number 5 paddle was raised again.

Mei Shu’s voice remained calm, “Ten million and fifty thousand.”

Lu Ting suddenly turned to look at her and caught a glimpse of the smugness in her eyes that she hadn’t managed to hide yet.

He was so irritated that he grunted and raised the price to twenty million.

He wanted to see how far this annoying girl could go!

Even bystanders could sense the thick scent of gunpowder in the air.

Lu Si leaned closer.

Mei Shu thought he was going to say something to persuade her to give up bidding.

Unexpectedly, Lu Si directly asked her, “Do you really like it?”

Mei Shu nodded with interest.

To be honest, she really wanted to see what he would do next.

After getting Mei Shu’s affirmative answer, Lu Si raised the number 2 paddle without hesitation, “Fifty million.”

This time, Lu Ting’s furious gaze completely shifted to him.

Lu Si smiled helplessly at him, “Grandpa, 1 also like this painting very much. Why don’t you let me have it?”

Wow, he actually left the persuasion to Grandpa Lu!

Mei Shu chuckled behind him, feeling warm inside. Subconsciously, she tugged at his sleeve. When Lu Si turned to look at her, she said casually, “You keep bidding; 1’11 cover the money.”

Lu Si squeezed her small hand back, his voice gentle and indulgent, “No need. Your boyfriend can afford this little amount of money.”

Onlookers couldn’t help but feel envious of their sweet interaction.

Lu Ting was grinding his teeth in hatred but couldn’t openly compete with Lu Si, lest it spread the news of discord within the Lu family. He could only reluctantly drop the number paddle and give up bidding.

The host couldn’t hide his excitement, “Congratulations to Mr. Number 2 for winning the autumn painting with a bid of fifty million. Your generosity will be used to rebuild schools for children in impoverished mountainous areas.”

Soon, the painting was packaged in an exquisite box and handed over to Mei Shu by the staff.

Unconsciously, she ran her fingers over the wooden carvings on the box, her mind racing with new calculations.

None of the following items caught Mr. Lu’s eye, perhaps because all his attention was focused on the painting, which he never withdrew from. His face remained gloomy, with an added layer of inexplicable despair.

As soon as the auction ended, he left with a sullen expression.

Watching his agile figure, Mei Shu suddenly saw the soldier from the painting in front of her.

Back then, he bid farewell to someone with the hope of meeting again. However, he never expected that the day of parting would come so quickly.

His back was firm, facing the sun, but now Lu Ting was left with only unspeakable loneliness.

“I’ll talk to your grandpa alone for a moment. 1’11 come find you later,” Mei Shu hurriedly left these words and chased after him.

When she went out, Grandpa Lu was about to get into the car.

Mei Shu hurriedly stopped him, her forehead sweating, “Mr. Lu, wait a moment, I have something to tell you.”

Lu Ting stared at her with a gloomy expression, his gaze falling on the box in her hand, silently gesturing for Jiang He to step aside.

When there were only the two of them around, Lu Ting spoke in a deep voice, “Mei Shu, you’re clever. Not many people can find out about my affairs, but you also need to understand that those who know too much often don’t live long.” Mei Shu didn’t care about his threat. She couldn’t live much longer anyway. Thinking of this, Mei Shu couldn’t help but laugh softly, saying, “Whether you believe it or not, what I just did wasn’t deliberately provoking you, nor was it about necessarily wanting to compete with you for this painting, which is very important to you.”

Lu Ting’s face darkened several degrees, his voice almost icy, “Then what are you doing it for?”

Mei Shu opened the box in front of him, taking the painting out, and smiled, “Being forcibly separated from someone you love mustn’t feel good, right? Originally, a treasure that was within your grasp was forcibly taken away, the feeling of being separated from the one you love. Did you remember that just now?”

Lu Ting stood with his hands behind his back, his usual imposing demeanor mingled with a pain that others couldn’t understand.. His fingers quietly clenched behind him as he spoke without the slightest concession, “Do you think that by saying this, I’ll agree to let you and Lu Si be together?”