At ten in the morning.
In the Small Bedroom of the Qu Family home, Dong Xuebin and Qu Yunxuan, both wearing nothing, lay beneath the warm blankets and chatted.
"It's already late anyway. Let's go after lunch."
"You little brat, always delaying Aunt Xuan's work."
"The Spring Auction's still a long way off. What's the rush?"
"Easy for you to say. If we wait until it's about to start before getting anxious, it'll be too late." Qu Yunxuan shot him a glare. "...Hand Aunt Xuan the phone." After taking it, Qu Yunxuan called the Auction House and told them she would be going in that afternoon. Once she hung up, she saw Dong Xuebin pull out a cigarette and put it between his lips. She clicked her tongue and complained, "The older you get, the less you behave. You're not fully recovered yet, so stop smoking all the time." She picked up the lighter from the table, flicked it on, and lit his cigarette. "Just one. You're not allowed to smoke again later."
Dong Xuebin laughed. "Why are you acting like my mom?"
"Stop talking nonsense." Qu Yunxuan smacked him on the head.
"Hehe. Oh, right, how's the company been doing lately? You held a small auction last time, didn't you?"
Qu Yunxuan reached into a drawer in the Bedside Table, took out an ashtray, and set it beside their pillows. "I was just about to tell you. The small auction ended a while ago, but the results were far from ideal. Maybe Aunt Xuan didn't handle it well enough. Maybe it clashed too badly with other auction houses at the time. Or maybe the publicity wasn't enough. Anyway, we didn't collect many good lots, there weren't many bidders that day, and even fewer people raised their paddles. Around a