Billionaire's Adorable Sweet Wife

Chapter 685: Chapter 685: A Person He Rarely Cares About

Su Ruanruan smiled slightly.

She brought out the artwork for a reason.

These people were merely Mrs. Yin’s lackeys.

She feigned surprise, "A forgery? Impossible, right?"

Lin Xianni, putting on a show, deliberately mentioned, "’Let’ does not have such a piece!"

Su Ruanruan still smiled lightly.

She asked Mrs. Yin again, "Madam, have you ever seen it?"

Mrs. Yin haughtily replied, "I haven’t seen it! If it’s a forgery, Miss Su, if you retract it now, we won’t laugh at you."

Su Ruanruan nodded.

She said, "I understand Mrs. Yin and Miss Lin’s thoughts. Unfortunately, this indeed is a work by ’Let’."

Others didn’t believe it.

Su Ruanruan signaled to the host on the stage.

The host received the cue.

He played a VCR, while operating it he said, "Today we are honored to have ’Let’ record a video for us, which includes his blessings for children left behind."

Everyone was shocked.

A bearded young man appeared on the big screen.

It was the famous ’Let’.

He stated in English that there is only one such piece in the world, and he gifted it to Su Ruanruan.

He also mentioned that Su Ruanruan was his muse.

The video ended.

elites in City B were

someone many would pay a fortune just for his glance,

ladies were extremely

the value of the

the bidding went up to

Ma intended to raise the price further, but a young stranger

This price was astronomical.

piece of

up,

was very graceful, smiling and

face was distorted

fooled by

Yin looked towards

Jitang’s expression was

relief: Fortunately, she hadn’t offended him today, it seemed

if things

for the B

Yin lost face, but she held

A celebration banquet.

Ruanruan was dressed in

Her posture, elegant.

of red wine, her eyes landed

temperament, Su Ruanruan

clung to He Jitang,

annoying, neither of them would

flashed in Su

He Jitang’s gaze turned towards her,

Jitang was as inscrutable

Su Ruanruan smiled faintly.

on the black gold

the hall, crystal lights

He Jitang’s teardrop mole, crimson as

his champagne in the flute glass, ready to