LOGINThe card barely left her fingers when the first glass shattered.
A loud crash rang out near the main hall. Chairs scraped, screams followed, and the auctioneer shouted over the commotion. People scrambled, panic weaving through the polished crowd like a storm creeping in from nowhere. Xinya’s calm didn’t break. Not externally. But her eyes narrowed. This was no accident. No careless guest. Someone had chosen this moment, chosen her. A security alarm blared. StaffThe card barely left her fingers when the first glass shattered. A loud crash rang out near the main hall. Chairs scraped, screams followed, and the auctioneer shouted over the commotion. People scrambled, panic weaving through the polished crowd like a storm creeping in from nowhere. Xinya’s calm didn’t break. Not externally. But her eyes narrowed. This was no accident. No careless guest. Someone had chosen this moment, chosen her. A security alarm blared. Staff rushed to contain the chaos. And then she saw it: a figure slipping through the chaos, black and agile, moving toward the back exit—something clutched tightly in their hand. Her instincts, honed from years of hiding as Starlight, screamed. Not a single muscle betrayed her composure as she moved forward, cutting through the crowd with deliberate grace. And there, just as the intruder reached the exit, a shadow of a figure blocked the path. “Not so fast,” Xinya murmu
She adjusted slightly in her seat, crossing one leg over the other with unhurried grace, as though nothing of consequence had just occurred. As though she had not just become the center of a very expensive conversation. Beside her, Mu Feng seemed unaffected. If anything, he looked… bored. The auction resumed, but the energy had changed. Items came and went, each announced with the same practiced enthusiasm, each sold with numbers that would have once turned heads. Now they barely registered. A few more bids were placed, some cautious, some deliberately bold, but the earlier frenzy had dulled into something quieter. More watchful. Xinya let her gaze drift across the room this time. No longer passive. Observing. There were familiar faces—people who had ignored her before, now pretending not to stare too openly. A few whispered behind fans or wine glasses. Others simply watched, their curiosity undisguised. And then, She paused. Across the room, Ouyang Chi had not moved since
For Xinya, events like this had never been about the noise, though the chatter was relentless, a constant hum of laughter and false admiration. It wasn’t even the bidding, dramatic as it was. No, what grated on her nerves were the glances. The ones people thought she didn’t notice. They came in flashes—quick, sharp, and measuring. Curious. Dismissive. Calculating. They were waiting. Waiting for her to lift her paddle and throw out some outrageous number so they could label her extravagant, reckless, undeserving. And if she didn’t—if she chose restraint—then she would simply become something else in their eyes. Small. Unsophisticated. A country girl who didn’t belong in rooms like this. She could hear the calculations like a finger moving hastily across an abacus. Xinya found the duality almost amusing. Almost. The hypocrisy sat thick in the air, heavier than the perfume and polished smiles. But like she always did, she let it slide past her. These people… their opinions ha
The hall was rowdy as the guests danced. Xinya walked in, watching the crowd was quite fun as there were different characters to be seen. The arrogant young men who felt the world was theirs, the elderly men who had spent their lives in servitude being yes men. There were the young women caked in make-up who were seeking their next catch, the elderly women scouring the grounds for their potential sons and daughters- in-law not to mention the celebrities who felt like they were on top of the world because they had found themselves in a gathering of the cream of the crop. They swished around in their in season gowns and competed with who had the most sought after jewelry and who glittered the most. Maybe it was this glitter that made them similar to the noveau rich and quite different from the true daughters of nobility. The real daughters of nobility who prided themselves in outrageously expensive gowns which looked low-key yet luxurious. Simple jewelries whose costs could maybe buy c
The hall was rowdy as the guests danced. Xinya walked in, watching the crowd was quite fun as there were different characters to be seen. The arrogant young men who felt the world was theirs, the elderly men who had spent their lives in servitude being yes men. There were the young women caked in make-up who were seeking their next catch, the elderly women scouring the grounds for their potential sons and daughters- in-law not to mention the celebrities who felt like they were on top of the world because they had found themselves in a gathering of the cream of the crop. They swished around in their in season gowns and competed with who had the most sought after jewelry and who glittered the most. Maybe it was this glitter that made them similar to the noveau rich and quite different from the true daughters of nobility.She smiled, this
Mu Feng gritted his teeth. He really didn't know what had possessed him to call that annoying girl.He would have kept his sanity by simply staying on his own but no, he'd allowed the snippets of conversation he'd overheard this morning get to him.He sighed.She was obviously fine, at least she still had the strength to scold him.With those thoughts he focused back in his work.But focusing on his work was easier said than done. His mind kept returning to what he'd heard this morning.Mu Feng dropped the pen in his hand and picked up his phone. He sent a text to Lu Xinya asking if she was free and if she could accompany him to a charity event.He didn't want to call because he didn't know if she was busy or if she had gone for the meeting she told him she had.After waiting for a few minutes and there was no reply he turned his attention to the documents in front of him. He'd call







