After Teasing the Crazy Mermaid, He Actually Deceived Me into Marriage - Chapter 58

Three days later.

As the city lights began to glow, a black Maybach slowly came to a stop at the entrance of the International Convention Center in the capital. The car door opened, and Fan Yi stepped out first, then naturally and gallantly turned to hold the door open wider.

The man stood tall and broad-shouldered, his white Zhongshan suit outlining his wide shoulders and narrow waist. The silver subtle patterns at the hem swayed like ripples on water, enhancing his refined, jade-like elegance. The only touch of mystery came from the ruby badge pinned to his chest. His breathtakingly handsome face carried a gentle, moonlit smile as he affectionately addressed the person inside the car.

“Tangtang, we’re here.”

The next moment, a delicate foot in silver stiletto heels gracefully touched the ground, its slender ankle wrapped in silk, pale as jade.

Si Tang wore a moon-white modified qipao that complemented Fan Yi’s attire. The dress flowed along her slender curves, and her jet-black hair was simply tied up, revealing her delicate, snow-white back and the porcelain skin at the nape of her neck.

With an elegant smile, Si Tang linked arms with Fan Yi. 8856 stepped out from the other side of the car, dressed in a well-tailored black suit that lent his youthful, handsome face an air of maturity.

The three of them walked into the convention center together, drawing frequent glances along the way.

When Si Tang stood side by side with Fan Yi, the symmetrical cloud-pattern embroidery on their garments seemed to merge into a complete painting.

The year’s largest rough stone auction was about to take place here, and the venue was already bustling with collectors and jewelry magnates who had a passion for gambling on raw stones.

As they walked the red carpet, the surrounding guests couldn’t help but be captivated by the trio.

“Look, it’s Miss Si and that mysterious Mr. Fan Yi!”

“They’re such a perfect match and seem so deeply in love! Are they here because Xing Nian needs design materials, or is Mr. Fan Yi planning to bid for his collection?”

“I heard Mr. Fan Yi is incredible he donated 3,000 artifacts from the ruins of Atlantis to the museum!”

The three paid little attention to the surrounding gazes, which was exactly the effect Si Tang wanted.

In the distance, standing beside He Moheng, Si Xi secretly glared with envy at Si Tang, who was the center of attention in the crowd, and tightened her grip on He Moheng’s arm.

He Moheng had noticed the dazzling group the moment they entered. Staring at Si Tang, whom he hadn’t seen in days, he was momentarily stunned.

It seemed she was doing well.

A wave of frustration welled up in his heart.

Losing the opportunity with Si Tang hadn’t plunged him into despair. Instead, several collaborators had recognized his talent and sought him out for partnerships.

Now, he had even gained further recognition from the He family patriarch.

But when it came to Si Tang, he couldn’t shake off an indescribable frustration that haunted him in his dreams. (Author: Can’t have her, so he’s being pathetic.)

On the other side, Si Tang, Fan Yi, and Xiao Liu had already taken their seats.

Si Tang took the iPad offered by a waiter, her slender fingers gliding across the screen as she browsed the sequence of tonight’s auction items. Her gaze lingered on the photos of a few rough stones, her expression thoughtful.

As Si Tang leaned forward to examine the auction catalog, Fan Yi discreetly analyzed the countless gazes fixed on her from all directions.

Most of the gazes from human females were filled with envy, admiration, and jealousy, while those from human males were far more complex there was every kind of look imaginable. He truly felt like gouging their eyes out.

And this man. He Moheng, or whatever his name was, why wasn’t he dead yet? What was he doing staring at someone else’s wife?

A flash of extreme disgust and murderous intent flickered in Fan Yi’s eyes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, then naturally reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Si Tang’s ear as she lowered her head, engrossed in her iPad. Deliberately raising his sleeve, he revealed a golden vine pattern identical to the one on Si Tang’s collar.

Out of the corner of his eye, 8856 caught sight of Fan Yi’s territorial behavior, similar to that of a wild animal marking its territory, and inwardly sighed in exasperation.

“See any stones you like?” Fan Yi leaned slightly toward Si Tang, his voice low. From a distance, they looked incredibly intimate.

“A few seem quite interesting,” Si Tang replied noncommittally, letting out a soft laugh.

When she looked up, her gaze collided with Fan Yi’s.

It was only then that she realized how close they were standing. Remembering the purpose of their visit today, she naturally reached out and gently straightened the collar of Fan Yi’s shirt.

Her fingertips accidentally brushed against his cool Adam’s apple, and both of them paused for a moment.

After a brief moment of surprise, Fan Yi reached out, took her hand in his, and gently lowered it to her side but he didn’t let go.

A faint blush spread across Si Tang’s cheeks.

As for Fan Yi, his heart had melted into something as soft as cotton candy, though he maintained a calm facade.

8856 quietly moved a little farther away, afraid of intruding as a third wheel and earning Fan Yi’s displeasure.

Suddenly, Si Xi, dressed in a delicate pink gown and holding the arm of the impeccably suited He Moheng, approached them.

“I heard the collaboration between Sister’s Xing Nian and the He Corporation fell through?” Si Xi’s soft voice carried a hint of malicious mockery. “So, with no raw materials to produce, you’ve come to the auction hoping to snag a bargain?”

Si Tang remained expressionless.

The matter with the He Corporation was something her sister had only just caught wind of, though Si Tang hadn’t informed many people in the company about it.

Seeing that Si Tang paid her no attention, Si Xi pouted and shook He Moheng’s arm pitifully.

He Moheng’s eyes darkened as he stared at Si Tang, who refused to even look at him. A boiling, restless frustration surged in his chest.

“Miss Si Tang, I have now been promoted to Vice President of the He Corporation. Shouldn’t you show a little more respect to my companion?”

At his words, Si Tang’s indifferent gaze finally fell on him, just as he had hoped.

But instead of the expected surprise, regret, or envy, her expression was no different from how she would look at a stranger.

Seeing that Si Tang still refused to acknowledge him and showed no reaction to him standing beside Si Xi, a wave of irritation washed over He Moheng. His tone turned sharp and accusatory as he pointed at Fan Yi beside Si Tang. “Miss Si Tang, let’s be honest have you already gotten involved with this man?”

Fan Yi, now being pointed at, felt a cold, icy blue flicker in his eyes. Narrowing his gaze, he tightened his grip on Si Tang’s warm, soft hand, contemplating how to slap this man without breaking character.

If he couldn’t kill him, at least he could beat him up.

As for Si Tang, looking at that face so familiar, and even bearing a slight resemblance to Fan Yi beside her, she felt nothing but disgust. A thought crossed her mind: he didn’t deserve to have that face at all.

Si Tang was nearly driven to laughter by his shamelessness. She truly must have been blind in the past, only seeing his face, to have ever believed he was a trustworthy and reliable person.

“You’re interrupting my sweet talk with my husband,” Si Tang said slowly, slightly raising her intertwined hand with Fan Yi to show it before the two of them. “By the way, there’s something I want to tell Vice President He.”

Elegantly seated in her chair, Si Tang looked up at He Moheng from below, yet her presence was overwhelmingly intimidating. The smile on her lips suddenly took on a hint of playful malice.

“You’re right I never liked you. I’ve always loved my husband, and you were merely a substitute, a poor imitation with only a thirty percent resemblance, something I used to console myself.”

“Like a pale imitation of the real thing have you heard of that, Vice President He?”