RMWDS -Chapter 279 The Sequel Is Here

After the charity auction ended, the noisy guests gradually left, and the vast banquet hall slowly returned to quiet.

But the person in charge of the auction house still felt a heavy weight in his heart.

Having worked in the art auction industry for over a decade, he had seen all kinds of collectors and donors. People like Hawkins—arrogant, narrow-minded foreign capitalists—were nothing new to him.

He could also tell that Hawkins was not someone to be trifled with. Moreover, his family had some level of influence. There was no guarantee they wouldn’t try something underhanded in retaliation.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. So when the guests were leaving, he proactively offered to arrange a security team to escort Miao Yunyou and her group back to the hotel.

The suggestion, however, made Miao Yunyou laugh out loud.

“Have you not watched the martial arts competition a few months ago?”

The organizer froze, his face full of confusion.

“Ah… no.”

As someone working in the art world, he wasn’t particularly interested in martial arts content and rarely even clicked on related videos.

“Then that explains it,” Miao Yunyou said casually, waving her hand. She showed no sense of danger at all.

“Security isn’t needed. As for why—go search up that competition and you’ll understand.

Also, we’re not going back to the hotel anyway. I already booked a queue—we’re going to eat hotpot later. See you!”

With that, she waved and left with the others, chatting and laughing.

The organizer stood there, watching the elevator doors slowly close, completely stunned.

Are these people insane?

What she just said basically meant they weren’t just refusing protection—they were openly heading out with an item worth hundreds of millions, going to a crowded commercial district to eat hotpot?

What kind of confidence was this?!

That was a billion in value!

Curiosity eventually outweighed his anxiety. After hesitating for two seconds, he still picked up his phone and searched for “martial arts competition.”

The next second—

A thunderous “WHAT?!” exploded from him.

He finally understood why Miao Yunyou said no security was needed.

With that level of combat power, who would be robbing whom?

The sound was so loud that even people inside the elevator heard it clearly.

Miao Yunyou glanced at Luo Xinglan and smiled mischievously, her eyes curved like crescent moons, silently taking credit without saying a word.

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The hotpot restaurant Miao Yunyou booked was a viral internet-famous spot located in the busiest commercial district in the city center, about thirty minutes from the auction venue.

Before departure, according to the high-end auction protocol, the staff provided custom black leather storage cases for all auctioned items.

The cases had embossed gold auction logos on the surface, reinforced shockproof corners, anti-slip cushioning inside, and top-tier electronic combination locks. They were designed for maximum security and confidentiality—luxury-grade storage boxes reserved for elite collectors. They looked extremely high-end.

But Miao Yunyou found them bulky and heavy. Too much trouble to carry to hotpot.

So she casually tossed the box into the trunk with a thud.

As for the item inside, she handed it to Luo Xinglan without hesitation.

“Put it in your pocket.”

What a joke—she didn’t believe there was anyone in the world who could take something from Luo Xinglan.

Since everyone had different tastes, they naturally ordered a yin-yang hotpot: spicy red broth boiling and rolling on one side, clear broth steaming gently on the other. The mixed aromas filled the air instantly, whetting everyone’s appetite.

They ordered a wide variety of dishes, especially seafood that was usually hard to get, and had a feast.

Everyone ate happily.

Halfway through the meal, Ling Nianci suddenly wanted a popular milk tea from a shop outside.

After she said that, Miao Yunyou also suddenly felt like drinking milk tea.

And right at this moment, Chu Ningshuang wasn’t around…

Hehe—then let’s drink!

She took out her phone to check, only to discover that because the shop had gone viral, the milk tea store had already turned off online delivery.

At that moment, Ling Yunxiao—this dependable “good father”—immediately offered to go downstairs and queue up to buy it. He had always eaten quickly, and by now he was basically full anyway.

Since he was so proactive, the “good daughter” naturally didn’t refuse.

Ling Nianci placed the order for pickup. Five people ordered five cups of milk tea, then wrote the pickup code and the last four digits of their phone numbers on a piece of paper.

She carefully instructed him:

“Dad, take this paper with you. Just follow what they say at the counter.

The top row of numbers is the pickup code. If they ask, you tell them the numbers below—that’s the last four digits of my phone number.

Confirming both will make sure there’s no mistake.

Also, stand behind the yellow line when you queue. Don’t fight for positions.

If anything comes up that you can’t handle, call me anytime.

And please don’t get into conflicts with others outside. Don’t fight people either—there are cameras everywhere now.”

Ling Yunxiao showed no impatience at all. His expression was serious and proper, like a clueless child receiving his first allowance and being sent downstairs to buy soy sauce by his parents. He kept nodding:

“Mm-mm, got it.”

Then he carefully folded the note once and held it tightly in his hand, afraid of dropping it.

His obedient, well-behaved look was too funny. Miao Yunyou couldn’t hold it in and collapsed laughing on Luo Xinglan’s shoulder, her body shaking:

“This is too funny.”

Luo Xinglan also laughed along, casually using a ladle to scoop a cooked abalone from the pot and place it into Miao Yunyou’s bowl.

Wen Xiuning was also amused by the warm and funny scene. A gentle smile appeared on her lips as she waved lightly at Ling Yunxiao.

“Good luck.”

“Don’t worry.” Ling Yunxiao nodded firmly, then slipped out the door like the wind, his back full of determination.

The private room door closed again, and the remaining four continued eating hotpot, chatting and joking.

Naturally, the topic circled back to the sensational charity auction that had taken place earlier that evening.

When they mentioned Hawkins’ public breakdown and embarrassing exit, Miao Yunyou rested her chin on her hand, looking visibly unsatisfied.

Even Ling Nianci said:

“They only argued a bit and didn’t even slap each other. This storyline is way too plain—bad review.”

Miao Yunyou added:

“He’s too cowardly. He didn’t even dare to make a move. If he had, we could’ve claimed ‘self-defense’ instead.”

“And when he left, it was so calm. Shouldn’t he at least flip a table, tear up a contract, or say a few harsh lines?”

Ling Nianci nodded vigorously:

“He even resisted knocking over the prepared champagne tower—I’m so disappointed!”

Miao Yunyou continued:

“As a villain, his professional standards are way too low. Bad review! Zero points—no, negative points!”

The two of them chimed in back and forth, criticizing nonstop. Luo Xinglan listened helplessly with a faint smile, while Wen Xiuning shook her head gently, amused.

Just as they were chatting, the tightly closed private room door was suddenly pushed open from outside.

The force was abrupt and rough, instantly breaking the warm and relaxed atmosphere inside the room.

Miao Yunyou instinctively looked up, thinking it was a waiter coming to refill soup or serve dishes—but her eyes lit up instantly.

Wasn’t that the translator standing next to Hawkins?!

Yes. The newcomer was dressed in a suit, hair neatly styled, wearing a perfectly practiced fake smile. It was none other than the American-Chinese interpreter who had been constantly by Hawkins’ side, helping him lie and making excuses during the auction.

The moment she saw him, Ling Nianci’s eyes also lit up immediately.

Just moments ago she had complained that the story was too boring—unexpectedly, the sequel had arrived right on cue.