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Chimu Jiu's gaze lingered on the porcelain vase on the stage for less than half a minute before she withdrew her attention. Du Hengyan noticed her expression was slightly disappointed and couldn't help but ask, "Did you not like it?"
"I liked it, but unfortunately, it's a fake," Chimu Jiu replied, watching the crowd below as they eagerly raised their bids. She sighed helplessly and shook her head.
These people were bidding like madmen, with prices soaring into the millions for a fake piece. It was truly a case of having money with nowhere to spend it.
"How do you know it's fake?" Du Hengyan fixed his intense gaze on her, his deep eyes filled with curiosity, trying to glean something from her expression.
"I just have a feeling. Do you believe me?" Chimu Jiu blinked, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
"Hmm?" Du Hengyan let out a light snort, clearly dissatisfied with her answer.
"It's like being able to see through cards," Chimu Jiu said mysteriously.
Her eyes held an indescribable confidence; this was her unique secret skill. She could see through the authenticity of antiques and collectibles. As for what made it fake, she couldn't quite articulate it. But with just one glance, she could discern whether something was genuine or not—a magical ability that even she found astonishing.
"Don't you believe me?" Chimu Jiu asked when she noticed Du Hengyan's silence.
"I believe you; I believe everything you say. However, this vase can't be called a fake. It's simply an item from a later dynasty and isn't worth this price. The signature at the bottom is a high-quality imitation," Du Hengyan replied calmly, his tone unruffled as if everything was within his expectations.
"But didn't you say you didn't understand these things?" Chimu Jiu exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise as she looked at him.
"I wonder if you truly understand. Such artifacts can only fool those outside the circle," Du Hengyan said, his arms crossed over his chest, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "However, I find myself increasingly intrigued by your unique ability."
His gaze fell once more on Chi Mu Jiu, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. He connected the dots to Chi Mu Jiu's grand villa, which explained her considerable wealth. Possessing such a distinctive talent for appraising treasures undoubtedly served as a magical key to unlock the doors of fortune in a world filled with both gems and fakes. Chi Mu Jiu was like a mysterious traveler holding that key, quietly navigating through this realm of temptation and uncertainty, amassing astonishing wealth.
Now that he knew her secret, Du Hengyan could hardly wait to show her the world that belonged to him. This ability seemed like a perfect match for him, a destined partnership.
"What's this? Have you thought of another way to make money? Don't want to be my male model anymore?" Chi Mu Jiu teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief as her lips curved into a playful smile.
Du Hengyan chuckled softly but did not respond to her question. "I wonder which little cat is now in my arms saying she wants to go abroad with me; how quickly she has changed her mind," he said, his voice low and laced with a hint of flirtation.
Chi Mu Jiu felt a rush of embarrassment, her cheeks flushing crimson as she quickly changed the subject. "I'm here to look at treasures, not to chat with you! I'm done talking," she declared, turning her head away in feigned anger while her heart raced like a startled deer.
As they exchanged banter, the first item was auctioned off for an impressive price. The room erupted in enthusiastic applause as the host excitedly announced the conclusion of the bidding.
Yet, amidst the lively atmosphere, Chi Mu Jiu and Du Hengyan remained somewhat detached from the excitement around them; the subtle tension between them lingered on. Du Hengyan's smile remained faint but present, his gaze frequently drifting back to Chi Mu Jiu.
Though Chi Mu Jiu feigned concentration on the stage, her thoughts were unable to fully escape their earlier conversation. While those around them reveled in the thrill of the auction, they seemed ensconced in a small world that belonged solely to them, where emotional currents flowed quietly beneath the surface.
The next item up for auction is a stone, starting at a price of ten thousand, with each subsequent bid increasing by no less than one thousand.
As the auctioneer's clear and pleasant voice echoed through the room, an unremarkable stone, with no distinctive features visible on its surface, slowly came into view at a prominent spot in the auction hall.
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