It would definitely be quiet there

The first half of the auction ended, followed by a half-hour break.

There were restrooms inside the auction venue. As Yan Wen washed his hands at the sink, he asked, Why won't they let anyone leave before the auction is completely over?

Xiao Qi sat with knees bent, two tiny hands propping up a round head. Because all the auction items are kept confidential. If people could leave halfway through, someone might use that time to do something else. Didn't you notice, host? They even took your phones.

Auctions aren't fun at all. I'm not coming again. I can't even play on my phone. How boring.

Absorbed in chatting with Xiao Qi, Yan Wen turned without looking and bumped into someone.

A cool, crisp fragrance instantly filled his nose, reminiscent of mint and winter pine.

"Sorry..." Yan Wen hurriedly apologized and looked up. The face before him made his breath catch.

Mo Chengzhou gave a calm nod. "It's fine."

Yan Wen hurried out of the restroom in a fluster. That face is way too lethal. I almost fell for his looks. How terrifying.

Mo Chengzhou raised a hand to touch his face, watching Yan Wen's hastily retreating figure as a smile curved his lips.

The second half of the auction began. Once everyone was seated, the presenter brought out the first item.

None of the subsequent items interested Yan Wen. He leaned back in his chair, idly fiddling with his fingers while chatting with Xiao Qi in his mind.

"Ten million."

The voice brought Yan Wen back to his senses. Mo Chengzhou still looked imposing and unapproachable, raising and lowering the Bidding Paddle in his left hand.

Whenever someone counterbid, Mo Chengzhou raised the price again. In the end, the eight-hundred-thousand-square-meter plot of land sold for 1.2 billion!

Yan Wen was stunned. Those filthy rich people! Did Mo Chengzhou come to Weicheng to bid on this land?

Xiao Qi nodded. That's right!

After four or five hours, the auction finally ended.

Yan Wen stretched. Okay, it's over! Time to meet up with Tang Zi.

Xiao Qi asked, Host, isn't Mo Chengzhou right here?

Are you being silly? Does he even know me yet? What if he thinks I'm a scammer?

Oh~ You've really thought this through, host.

Mu Xu Ci drove Yan Wen to the designated meeting place and casually transferred him three million. "Have fun. Call me tonight, and I'll come pick you up and take you home."

"Okay, second brother!"

Tang Yun spotted Yan Wen from a distance and ran straight over, dragging Gao Yuyang with him.

Yan Wen asked curiously, "Yuyang came too?"

"Yep." Tang Yun nodded proudly. "I dragged him along."

Yan Wen smiled helplessly. "Has your youngest uncle not arrived yet?"

"He'll be here any second. Look, isn't that him?"

A Rolls-Royce Ghost pulled up by the roadside. The rear door opened, revealing first a pair of long legs clad in impeccably tailored suit trousers. Then a tall figure emerged, his gleaming black leather shoes touching the ground as he slowly approached them.

Mo Chengzhou looked at Yan Wen and gave him a small, friendly smile. "Hello. We meet again."

Yan Wen looked surprised and delighted. "It's you!" Inside, he quietly complained, This acting is so awkward. Xiao Qi, what do I do? I'm about to cringe hard enough to build an entire castle.

Xiao Qi bent an elbow and clenched a fist. You can do it, host!

Mo Chengzhou chuckled. "Yes. What a coincidence."

Tang Yun looked from one to the other. "Wait, wait, wait! You two have met?"

Yan Wen nodded. "Yes, at the auction."

"The auction?" Tang Yun marveled. "Fate really is a funny thing."

"Oh, right, youngest uncle, how long are you planning to stay here? Mom told me to show you around."

"About a month. I have some other business matters to take care of."

Yan Wen was asking Xiao Qi about quiet sightseeing spots. Xiao Qi, hurry and check which attractions have fewer visitors and a peaceful atmosphere. They really know how to make things difficult. I know loads of lively places with great food, but they want somewhere quiet. We might as well go copy scriptures at a temple. It would definitely be quiet there.

Mo Chengzhou raised a fist to his lips to suppress his smile. "I hear Weicheng's French Fish Stew is quite famous."

Yan Wen immediately took the hint. "I know a restaurant that makes especially delicious French Fish Stew. Shall I take you there now?"

"Sorry for the trouble."

The four of them got into the car. Tang Yun chattered away to Mo Chengzhou about everything that had happened at school over the past three months. He had loved clinging to his youngest uncle as a child and remained close to Mo Chengzhou as he grew older. It was fair to say that Mo Chengzhou had raised him.

"Youngest uncle, let me tell you, this friend of mine is amazing! He's the top student in our year!"

Mo Chengzhou rested his chin on one hand. "It sounds like you've made some very good friends here."

"Of course! A Yan can do all sorts of things! He plays music, plays chess, and even knows martial arts. He's incredible!"

Yan Wen gave an awkward smile. Please, stop talking! You're spilling every last thing about me. How is this any different from making me run around naked?!

Seeing Yan Wen's embarrassment, Mo Chengzhou interrupted Tang Yun. "All right, you need to work on that chatterbox habit."

Yan Wen's eyes instantly sparkled. Thank you for saving me, boss!

The car stopped outside a restaurant with a traditional Chinese design. Inside, a staircase beside the reception desk led directly to the second floor. Farther along, against the wall, stood a small pond with a calf-high rockery in its center and a fountain built into it. Water lilies filled one side of the pond, while koi swam leisurely through the other.

Murals and lines of poetry written in brush calligraphy adorned the walls.

After ordering at the reception desk, the four of them went upstairs.

Yan Wen sighed inwardly. It's still exactly the same! With this atmosphere, every visit feels like I've traveled back in time.

Xiao Qi asked curiously, Did you come here often before, host?

Yan Dad and Yan Mom used to bring me here all the time. The food is delicious, and it isn't expensive either. A meal for four only costs two or three thousand. I just don't know whether it'll suit Mo Chengzhou's tastes. He came all this way. If he doesn't like the food, will he think I'm a poor host?

Probably not. Don't worry too much, host. Mo Chengzhou seems pretty easy to get along with.

Mo Chengzhou handed Yan Wen the menu the server had given him. "We don't know much about any of this. Why don't you choose, Young Master Yan Wen?"

While ordering downstairs, Yan Wen had specifically added a performance.

The menu listed performances featuring music, dance, and various skills, each costing ten thousand.

Yan Wen stared at the menu, racking his brains. They don't look like they'd enjoy singing or dancing. How am I supposed to choose?

At last, Yan Wen managed to ask, "Do you enjoy tea, Mr. Mo?"

Mo Chengzhou's hand paused with his teacup raised. "It's quite pleasant."

Yan Wen quietly breathed a sigh of relief and checked off "tea ceremony" and "martial arts."

Mo Chengzhou calmly sipped his tea, his gaze occasionally drifting toward Yan Wen. He had no idea why he could hear this boy's thoughts.

Moreover, everything he heard concerned himself. He didn't know whether that was because the boy only thought about him or whether there was some other reason.