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Chapter 55 I Don't Need a Simp

He went straight back to the villa, and the system popped up as expected.

After the banknotes were converted into cash, the system prompted again.

[The system detected that the host brought back a white jade vase from the Fuguang kiln in Dazhao. Should we proceed with the antiquing process?]

Song Youan clicked "Yes," then stared intently at the white jade vase.

But after looking at it for a while, I found that the vase in my hand seemed to have not changed at all. Its color was still smooth and translucent, just like a new vase.

She sat on the sofa and examined the vase from all angles, finally discovering a subtle change at the bottom of the vase.

The bottom of the vase is engraved with a six-character seal that reads "Official System during the Da Zhao Era." The characters on the seal are no longer bright, but have been tinged with a dark red hue due to the sedimentation of history.

In the upper left corner of the seal, there is a very obvious red mark shaped like a leaf.

Before she could think it through, the system popped up again: [A white jade vase from the Fuguang Kiln was found that the host brought back from Dazhao. Would you like to appraise it?]

Song Youan clicked "Yes" again.

The system is currently undergoing valuation...

A moment later, the system screen changed, and the valuation was completed: A white jade vase made in the official kiln of the Dazhao period, now estimated to have a market auction price starting from 2700.0000.00 yuan.

Song Youan was startled when she saw the numbers on the screen, and carefully counted the zeros.

Starting at 27 million!

That's really valuable!
Song Youan was a little excited, but she quickly calmed down. She couldn't sell the vase. It was a gift from Zhu Ling, not a reward, nor was it something she had asked for.

This is a testament to the beginning of their friendship.

She looked around and found a spot in the display case next to the TV in the living room, so she carefully placed the vase there.

Just then, light shone on it, and the originally white porcelain vase slowly turned blue.

Song Youan admired it carefully for a while and found that she liked it more and more the more she looked at it.

Antiques truly possess a unique aesthetic, or perhaps they hold a historical significance in one's heart; in any case, they are unlike ordinary vases.

In the afternoon, Yan Fei took her to a driving school for two hours of driving lessons, and then the two went to look at houses in a residential complex in Jianye District.

"What? Planning to move back to the city?" Yan Fei followed beside him and said to himself, "Not to be rude, but you are living a bit far away now, which is not very convenient."

"Buy it for my dad," Song Youan said.

Yan Fei was taken aback, the events that had occurred at Song Youan's house that day flashing through his mind, and then he nodded in understanding.

At this moment, the sales office staff came forward: "Sir and Madam, welcome to the 'Hidden City Mansion' development. Are you two looking to purchase a property?"

Song Youan nodded and said to the saleswoman, "Please introduce it to me."

"Ok."

The saleswoman handed Song Youan a copy of the property brochure before continuing, "Our 'Hidden City Mansion' is a project developed by Longteng Real Estate. Phase one and phase two have already been completed and delivered. The most popular units are the 120-square-meter small apartments and the 280-square-meter medium apartments. I wonder how many people will be living there after you purchase the properties?"

After the saleswoman finished speaking, she subconsciously glanced at Yan Fei. Seeing that the man was following behind the woman without saying a word, she couldn't help but think that he probably thought the new property was too expensive and couldn't afford to buy it.

Turning to look at Song You'an, he saw her intently studying the documents in her hand, and couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

Most of the time it's just the father by himself, and she only goes back to visit him occasionally, Song Youan said, "It's just the two of them."

“A small apartment is perfectly adequate for two people.” The saleswoman was very professional. Seeing that Song Youan had a strong desire to buy, she quickly handed a copy of the brochure to Yan Fei: “Sir, please take a look as well.”

Men care about their pride; maybe a little provocation will make the deal go through.

Yan Fei quickly shook his head and waved his hand, saying, "I won't watch it."

I just glanced at it, and it's 220,000 per square meter. Are you kidding me?
Two hundred and twenty thousand yuan could buy his life. He had worked in Jinghai for years and still couldn't afford a toilet in this building complex.

The saleswoman gave an awkward smile, feeling slightly deflated.

"Song Youan?"

Just then, a surprised voice rang out from not far away. Song You'an subconsciously looked up and almost rolled her eyes when she saw who it was.

Xu Ziyang, her classmate in college, was a well-known rich second-generation heir in the whole school, who had indirectly pursued her five or six times.

Why is it described as indirect?
Because every time he failed to win her over, he would date other girls for a while before coming back to pursue her.

This went on for four years of university, and even on graduation day, he was still determined to date him.

Song Youan's assessment of this person can be summed up in two words: flamboyant and tasteless.

Taking advantage of his wealth and decent looks, he dated almost every pretty girl in school, but I heard the longest relationship lasted no more than a month.

He wanted to cultivate an image of a carefree wanderer who could dabble in countless romances without ever getting entangled in one.

But in Song Youan's eyes, he was just a complete idiot and a scumbag.

"Oh, it really is you?"

Xu Ziyang was somewhat surprised and delighted. He staggered over to Song Youan and looked her up and down without any hesitation, noticing that she had changed significantly since college.

Her taste remains outstanding, and her outfits are still stylish.

But in college, she was the goddess of her department who could make even cheap clothes look high-end. But now she's covered in designer brands.

Looking at the Chanel bag in her hand and the Cartier necklace around her neck, and glancing at Yan Fei beside her, Xu Ziyang revealed a meaningful smile: "I thought you regarded money as dirt."

Song Youan looked at the other person with an impatient expression: "If you have something to say, say it. If not, get lost."

"Huh? Are you angry? Don't be like that..." Xu Ziyang said with a roguish grin, "You know I'm a straightforward person, you should know what I mean to you!"

“I know you’re straightforward, but you can’t just say it out loud, can you?” Song Youan said.

Instead of being angry, Xu Ziyang nodded excitedly: "You haven't changed at all. I love your sharp tongue!"

Unable to hold back, Song Youan rolled her eyes. Speechless, she said, "I may not treat you like a human being, but don't actually stop treating me like one. I don't need a simp."

Yan Fei seemed to sense that Song You'an and the "acquaintance" in front of him didn't get along well, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you need any help?"

Song Youan gently shook her head: "It's okay, it's my classmate. You can go sit over there and wait for me."

She knew Xu Ziyang was a really despicable person, and she was afraid that Yan Fei might lose control and beat him up, but Xu Ziyang came from a prominent family, and she couldn't let Yan Fei get involved with him because of her, otherwise it would cause trouble.

Yan Fei naturally listened to Song Youan's words, gave Xu Ziyang a warning look, and turned to go to the rest area to wait.

Xu Ziyang looked at Yan Fei's appearance with disdain and snorted coldly. He then said to Song You'an in a mocking tone, "Your aesthetic sense has really deteriorated. I'm willing to spend money on you too. Wouldn't you feel more comfortable looking at my face every day than looking at him?"

(End of this chapter)