On the other end of the phone, a cold female voice repeats the message that nobody is answering the call. The man harshly throws the phone down.
In the darkness, Ye Ranran quietly watches it all.
"Starting bid, 500,000." Once the cheering subsides a bit, the auctioneer’s voice rings out again.
"One million." Someone immediately raises a sign.
Prices continue to skyrocket. Amid everyone’s growing excitement, Han Yan slowly regains consciousness.
"So noisy," she opens her mouth, hoping to silence the screaming people, but no sound comes out.
For everyone to see clearly, the leader intentionally places cameras all around, and a big screen is placed in front of the cage.
Every move of Han Yan is clearly reflected on the screen.
Her slightly open mouth falls upon a man’s chest, looking incredibly sensual.
Immediately, everyone bids even more enthusiastically.
When the bid reaches 1.5 million, Han Yan becomes fully lucid.
She looks at the people below with terrified, innocent eyes. Her pitiful and weak appearance makes them want to push her down and ravage her.
Han Yan doesn’t understand what’s happening. She wants to scream, but she can’t make a sound.
She wants to struggle, to escape, but she’s powerless, unable to move.
By this time, the price has climbed to 2 million, a bid made by a sixty-year-old man.
As the old man raises his bidding sign, the whole venue goes silent as if a chunk of ice had suddenly dropped into boiling water.
The boiling water instantly freezes into ice.
"2 million, is there a higher bid?" the auctioneer asks.
Just as the auctioneer raises the gavel, Han Yan catches a glimpse of a man. She looks at him pleadingly.
The man pretends not to see and looks away.
Despair fills Han Yan’s eyes. She turns her head.
There, unexpectedly, is the gentle face of Ye Ranran, appearing so rapidly that Han Yan has no time to compose herself.
On Ye Ranran’s face is a look of contempt, as if she’s mocking Han Yan’s foolishness.
Han Yan could only glare back fiercely, because other than glaring at Ye Ranran, she can do nothing else.
Ye Ranran mouths a silent phrase to Han Yan.
Despite the distance, because Ye Ranran enunciates so slowly, Han Yan can still make out what she says: "Enjoy yourself."
"2 million for the third time, sold."
The auctioneer’s gavel falls at that instant. Han Yan knows that her life is over.
She has no chance to turn things around anymore, all is lost forever.
As the old man rushes onto the stage and embraces Han Yan, Ye Ranran walks upstairs.
She stands by the window, watching as Han Yan is carried into a car where the man couldn’t wait to throw himself on top of her before the car door even closes.
For some reason, there’s no joy in Ye Ranran’s heart, but not an ounce of regret either.
If time could be reversed, and she could do it all over again, she would still make the same decision.
Behind her, the sound of footsteps. Ye Ranran turns, assuming it’s the manager approaching.
Before she can see who it is, she feels a sharp pain at the back of her head and passes out.
Seeing Ye Ranran collapse, Xia Shi feels like clapping.
Initially, she had planned to ambush Ye Ranran in the bathroom but didn’t expect her to voluntarily walk upstairs.
So, she and Wen Zhi had hidden themselves in advance.