Fu Siye's eyes narrowed slightly. He pursed his lips and said nothing.
Mu Yinyin's fingers continued to tap on her phone, but Fu Siye did not look at the content on her screen.
Fu Siye withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at her. His cold eyes always carried a hint of complexity. If Mu Teng were here, he would surely laugh at his own president, thinking it was all his own doing.
Mu Yinyin wasn't looking at Fu Siye at all, nor was she aware of his emotions and actions just now. Instead, she was typing quickly.
—Mu Yinyin: [You should rest well in the hospital during this time and don't think about unnecessary things, okay?]
—Gu Xiaoqi: [Got it, got it, alas!]
Mu Yinyin curled her lips slightly. Knowing that Gu Xiaoqi was bored, she didn't plan to end their conversation. Instead, she found another topic, and they started chatting.
While she was chatting, two items had already been auctioned. For Mu Yinyin and Jiang Ling, these were irrelevant items, so they weren't paying much attention.
Just as Mu Yinyin was about to continue chatting, the host suddenly sighed, attracting Mu Yinyin's attention.
At the same time, it also attracted the attention of others.
The host gave everyone a mysterious smile and said, "The third item about to be auctioned might be something many lovebirds will fancy."
The crowd frowned, their expressions showing a hint of confusion.
At an auction, logically speaking, everything should be meaningful. What was the point of suddenly bringing out some useless item that lovers supposedly needed?
Was there any necessity for it?
The crowd remained silent, their eyes clearly showing some dissatisfaction.
But seeing the host deliberately playing coy, everyone felt a strange sense of curiosity.
Mu Yinyin remained silent, replied to Gu Xiaoqi, and then turned her gaze back to the host.
Next, they saw him holding the microphone and smiling as he said, "Let's invite our auction lady to the stage first."
With that, the background music suddenly started. A tall and graceful beauty with flowing hair walked onto the stage wearing twelve-centimeter high heels.
She was holding a tray, which was covered with a red cloth. The item did not look large, as the cloth did not bulge at all, as if it were covering an empty tray.
Everyone was sizing it up, guessing what was inside.
The next moment, the host said with a smile, "It seems everyone is quite looking forward to this treasure. I see everyone doesn't want to look at their phones anymore."
The crowd remained silent. Some were particularly impatient, seeming annoyed by this deliberate suspense.
But some were becoming increasingly curious with the host's words. If it weren't for the need for order here, some might have already started complaining and urging for a quick reveal.
Seeing that the atmosphere was sufficiently built up, the host finally smiled and said, "Mr. Falal once said that love is unwavering. In his life, he only designed treasures of unwavering loyalty. He designed each item only once, never allowing mass production or imitation."
The crowd remained silent, but surprise flashed in their eyes.
Falal?
This was a truly formidable master. If he were second, no one would dare claim to be first.
Moreover, many people had scrambled desperately, yet failed to obtain his perfect designs. Many, in pursuit of his designs, had personally approached Falal, but… they had not been granted a meeting.
Only those who truly had a pursuit, a strong desire for love, and their own unique insights were the ones Falal was extremely willing to converse with. They could even co-design an item, and Falal would generously grant them naming rights as well.
Mentioning this person, everyone was very clear, and even more so about the treasures he designed; they were very much liked and anticipated.
Amidst the crowd's thoughts, the host spoke again, "Everything depends on destiny. Therefore, the treasures designed by Mr. Falal have never had duplicates. And this is the treasure Mr. Falal just finished designing last month."
Everyone's eyes subtly lit up. The treasures designed by this old gentleman were indeed worth bidding for.
Although Falal was old, his interpretation of love was not related to age. It was a design that was liked by young, middle-aged, and old people alike. Therefore, at this moment, those who had loved ones wanted to bid for such a treasure for their beloved.
The host had truly managed to build up the atmosphere.
Many people couldn't bear to blink, their eyes fixed on the tray held by the beauty, waiting for the host to unveil the red cloth.
The host spoke for a couple more sentences and then smiled and said, "Come, let us reveal what kind of treasure Mr. Falal has designed this time! I will now unveil this red cloth!"
Many people instinctively sat up straighter, fearing they might not see clearly enough.
However, this action was somewhat redundant. Although there were many people at the auction, and quite a few seated at the back, there was a large screen behind the host. This was to facilitate those at the back to see clearly. The treasure would have a dedicated close-up shot, ensuring no one would miss it.
And so, amidst everyone's waiting and gazes, he finally pulled away the red cloth!
Mu Yinyin and the others were seated in a relatively forward position, so even without looking at the close-up on the big screen, they could see clearly.
When the red cloth was completely removed from the tray, everyone finally saw a delicate and exquisite pendant placed on the tray!
That's right, it was a perfect pendant.
The host smiled at everyone, holding the microphone to explain, "As you can see, this is a very exquisite pendant. This design is Mr. Falal's own interpretation. The overall color of the pendant is cool and subdued, but it expresses itself very clearly."
As everyone examined it, the host continued, "Blue ocean, with all your thoughts focused on you. Look at the center of the pendant; there is a small red embellishment. In this cold and suspicious world, there is always an irrepressible pure heart. Love is sweet, but it is also bitter. Sometimes, you can't help but want to reach out, but it inexplicably makes you feel sad. Yet, even if it pains you to the point of tearing your heart out, you can't help but touch those bitter, inseparable cold thorns, stained with fresh blood, and yet you still touch that cold world."
The crowd's expressions were slightly stunned. This interpretation…
Was this really an interpretation of love? Why did it feel like it was describing the pain of unrequited love?
And just as everyone was bewildered, the host smiled and said again, "I can already tell what you all are thinking, but take a look at the white gold chain that comes with this pendant."