The flirtatious girl is done flirting; Mr. He is now obsessed with her.

Bai Yishu.

He Yun Shen walked to Bai Yi Shu's side, his cold gaze sweeping over the man in front of her.

"Could you introduce yourself?"

Bai Yishu nodded slightly to the man in front of her, then turned and left without even glancing at He Yun Shen.

Seeing Bai Yishu leave without looking back, He Yun Shen felt a surge of anger rise to his head.

"Bai Yishu, do you have to be so competitive with me?"

He grabbed Bai Yishu's arm and pulled her close.

"What are you doing?"

Bai Yishu swung her arm, shaking off He Yunshen's grip, a move that drew sidelong glances from those around her.

He Yun Shen had no choice but to release her at the right moment and lower his voice.

"What am I doing? I'd like to ask you, what are you doing, flirting with that man?"

"What's it to you?"

"Bai Yishu, don't forget who it was before..."

He Yun Shen hesitated, the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat. He paused, seemingly struggling with whether or not to continue.

"It's nothing."

His eyes flickered, and he eventually donned a mask of indifference.

"I'm just reminding you to be mindful of your status."

"No need for Mr. He to trouble himself."

Bai Yishu snorted coldly and walked straight to her seat.

When He Yun Shen saw her leave again, an impulse surged up, and he almost wanted to pull her back immediately, but reason controlled him.

As the lights in the auction hall dimmed, He Yunshen sat down not far from Bai Yishu, tapping the table with his fingertips from time to time.

The auctioneer began introducing the items for auction, but he couldn't listen to a word of it.

Halfway through the auction, Bai Yishu only glanced up once during the auctioneer's introduction before looking down at the booklet in her hands.

He Yun Shen had been observing her until an oil painting appeared, at which point Bai Yi Shu finally reacted.

"The next lot, an oil painting titled 'The Kiss of the Moonlight' by a 19th-century French painter, has a starting price of 4.5 million, with each bid increment no less than 500,000."

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, a commotion arose in the audience. Many people looked up at the hazy moonlight on the canvas, their hands itching to bid but seemingly hesitant to bid further.

Five million.

Bai Yishu almost immediately raised the sign in her hand. There was no particular reason why she wanted this oil painting; she simply felt that it matched her bedroom well.

"Eight million."

He Yun Shen's voice came from not far away. His voice was cold and hard, and seemed to carry a hint of resentment.

Bai Yishu glared at him and continued to hold up the cards in her hand.

"Ten million."

He Yun Shen noticed Bai Yi Shu's gaze and felt a sense of satisfaction. Without hesitation, he raised his paddle again.

"Twenty million."

"you!"

Bai Yishu glared at him with eyes like knives, and continued to bid defiantly.

Thirty million.

The hall erupted in commotion as the two bidders vied for the painting. Some people couldn't help but gasp, and everyone straightened their backs to look at them. Everyone's expressions were filled with curiosity and a desire to see who would ultimately win the bid.

"Forty million."

He Yun Shen's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

His gaze fell on the oil painting, his eyes filled with determination.

Several new collectors in the back row were eager to buy, clutching their number plates, but seeing the confrontation between the two, they reluctantly put down their plates.

The surrounding guests all fell silent, even their breathing became softer. Several business tycoons in the front row conversed in hushed tones, their voices full of confidence.

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this painting should be in Mr. He's possession."

The auctioneer maintained a professional smile, but the excitement in his eyes was hard to hide, and his voice was even more excited than before.

"Forty million at once! Anyone else want to bid higher?"

Bai Yishu gripped the number plate tightly, grinding her back teeth together.

"Fifty million!"

He Yun Shen's hand on the table tightened suddenly, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes, which was immediately replaced by an even stronger stubbornness, almost without any hesitation.

"Sixty million."

"He Yun Shen!"

Bai Yishu could no longer maintain her composure, and her angry shout echoed throughout the venue, instantly silencing everyone.

When He Yun Shen heard Bai Yi Shu call his name, his heart stirred, but he maintained his indifference on the surface, and even raised his eyebrows at Bai Yi Shu in a provocative manner.

He picked up the number plate in his hand and spoke casually.

"Seventy million."

Bai Yishu stopped bidding; her earlier outburst had quickly calmed her down. She trembled as she put down her bidding paddle and watched the auctioneer confirm the final price.

"Seventy million twice, seventy million three times! Congratulations, Mr. He!"

As the auctioneer brought down the gavel, Bai Yishu finally snapped out of her daze from the bidding war.

"Miss Bai, you flatter me."

He Yun Shen's voice came again. In fact, he didn't care about the painting itself at all; he was just stubbornly trying to win the auction and attract her attention.

Bai Yishu clenched her fists, stood up, and walked out of the venue without looking back.

"Bai Yishu, wait a minute."

When He Yun Shen saw her leave, he panicked and got up to walk through the noisy crowd to catch up with Bai Yi Shu in the parking lot.

"Bai Yishu, do you hate me that much? You'd rather spend tens of millions to spite me than even glance at me?"

"I wasn't being stubborn."

Bai Yishu opened the car door to get in, but was stopped by He Yunshen.

"Not out of spite? Then why were you arguing with me so fiercely just now?"

"You're the one arguing with me!"

"Yes, it's me!"

He Yun Shen simply admitted that he hadn't even realized the grievance in his tone.

"I just can't stand you smiling at other men, I can't stand you talking to him!"

Bai Yishu was already angry, and hearing these words only made her angrier.

"I'm reminding you one last time, we're not dating, so you'd better keep all those 'unsavory' things to yourself!"

He Yun Shen was speechless, his face turning pale instantly. He lowered his head and remained silent for a moment before his voice became dangerous.

"Bai Yishu, aren't you feeling quite smug?"

"What am I so proud of?"

"You're so smug, you've made me run around in circles, you're so smug about how you treat me..."

He Yun Shen realized he had almost spoken the truth, so he shut his mouth and stopped himself in time, changing his words to, "I lost control because of you."

Bai Yishu sneered and took half a step forward to approach He Yunshen.

"Mr. He, don't act as if I didn't try to win you over."

He Yun Shen's eyes froze, and he was completely speechless. He could only watch as Bai Yi Shu got into the car, but he had no right to stop her.

"That painting... I'll have it delivered to your residence."

Bai Yishu was somewhat surprised, but she didn't say anything more. She simply closed the car door and told the driver to start the vehicle.

Good night, Mr. He.

He Yun Shen suppressed the bitterness in his heart. A thousand words welled up in his mind, but he didn't know where to begin.

"Good night."

He took a step back and watched the car drive away from the parking lot, its scarlet taillights gradually disappearing into the night.