8: Chapter 8 Resenting Rong Shaoze
8 -8 Resenting Rong Shaoze
Lin Xinlan felt like she was going to break down.
How could she have encountered such a dark scene?
Stop talking, just let her go; she couldn’t bear it anymore…
“Starting bid is one million, begin the auction!”
“One million five hundred thousand!”
Listening to those excited bidding voices, Lin Xinlan felt her whole body shivering coldly.
Gradually, she couldn’t hear their voices anymore; her consciousness seemed to peel away from her body.
All she felt was a buzzing in her ears, and her mind was also a complete blank.
She curled up on the ground, hugging herself tightly to not expose too much, trembling, with her eyes firmly shut.
Meanwhile, in a luxurious box upstairs, Rong Shaoze, who was sitting by the window, saw everything that was happening below very clearly.
Seeing Lin Xinlan’s fear, he curved his lips in satisfaction.
Whoever crossed him, their fate would be absolutely miserable.
He always had ways to make those who provoked him pay a painful price and regret it deeply.
A waiter poured him some wine, and his slender fingers clung to the glass, gently swirling it, the red liquid reflecting a magnificent glow.
“Twenty million once, is there anyone else who wishes to bid higher?” the auctioneer shouted into the microphone.
The price had reached a relatively high point.
He sneered, surprised that someone was actually willing to pay twenty million for her.
Rong Shaoze narrowed his eyes and observed that she had a good figure, perhaps due to long-term labor, her waist was very slim, and her chest and buttocks were firm and perky, her legs strong and straight as well.
Yes, such a physique was quite healthy.
Indeed, she was different from the typically fragile women.
“Twenty million twice, is there anyone else who wishes to bid higher?”
Just then, someone pushed open the door of the box and walked up to Rong Shaoze, whispering, “Shaoze, there’s new information.”
Rong Shaoze sipped his wine leisurely and said indifferently, “Have you brought her here?”
A woman with a pale and wan face entered the box, and upon seeing Rong Shaoze, she immediately threw herself down in front of him, kneeling without daring to reach out and grab his clothes.
“Shaoze, I know I was wrong, please forgive me this once.
I really know I was wrong.
Please, for all the years I’ve served you, give me a chance to live, okay?
As long as you let me go, I’ll do whatever you ask!”
She cried sorrowfully, her expression filled with extreme regret.
Her large eyes were eagerly looking at Rong Shaoze, humbly begging for his forgiveness.
Rong Shaoze seemed as if he hadn’t heard her voice at all, looking out the window where the auctioneer had just finalized the sale.
A sleazy man with a fat head and big ears spent twenty million and ultimately bought Lin Xinlan.
Lin Xinlan opened her eyes and upon seeing the man, she felt an urge to die.
Yet, when she thought of her child, she forced herself to endure.
She couldn’t die; she had to survive, no matter what.
Out of the blue, Rong Shaoze said to his subordinate, “Go, bring her up.”
The subordinate didn’t understand his intention, but they wouldn’t ask anything more and simply complied, “Yes.”
Lin Xinlan was carried off the stage and put on a simple dress.
She sat in a room, listless, like a soulless porcelain doll.
Her hands gradually clenched tight, and her eyes were filled with intense hate.
In this life, she truly detested Rong Shaoze to the core.