Chapter 1277 — Nothing to Do but Accept His Fate - Shen Yushu Thought No One Would Bid Eight Hundred Thousand, and It Had Been a Perfectly Good Plan, Yet Uncle Chu Had Gone and Ruined It, and There Was Nothing She Could Do About It. She Could Hardly Have Feng Xiaoxiao Send a Hint by Text Too, Could She? Besides, Uncle Chu Had Already Bid, So Another Hint Would Be Useless. As It Stood, It Was An Liwen Who Had Not Yet Raised His Bid!
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"Yes, doesn't it say so right here? Gu Mengyao's first kiss!" Shen Yushu pointed at the water-scene sculpture in Feng Xiaoxiao's hands.
Laughter erupted from the audience. Every student could see it now: An Liwen had been played! They had pulled a word game on him—Gu Mengyao's first kiss, but no one ever said Gu Mengyao would kiss him. The meaning was entirely different!
"This..." An Liwen's face was hideous to behold. He had never imagined Shen Yushu would come up with something like this! Now he finally understood: he had been made a fool of by Shen Yushu again! An Liwen wanted to curse.
His hard-earned money, spent on a piece of junk!
Gu Mengyao now understood at last why Shen Yushu had wanted to auction her kiss—to trap An Liwen! She herself barely remembered that crystal sculpture of her kiss mark; it seemed they had made it in a craft shop back in middle school, and afterward it had sat at home, never looked at again.
How Shen Yushu had dug it out, she had no idea—and then brought it out and sold it for a cool million!
At the thought, Gu Mengyao could not help but smile. It seemed her worry had been for nothing; little Shu really was wicked, to have led An Liwen around by the nose like that! A million gone in an instant!
Still, though the crystal sculpture bore her own kiss mark, Gu Mengyao did not really want to give it to An Liwen—after all, it was her true lip print. What if An Liwen took it and did something disgusting with it?
But weighed against that, this outcome was acceptable to Gu Mengyao. If she worried about such things, then her photos might be taken by An Liwen and used for disgusting purposes too—there was no guarding against everything.
An Liwen had no way out. He had been cheated, but he had bid of his own free will, and he could not lose his temper on stage; if he did, he would only look petty, and Gu Mengyao's impression of him would surely sink even lower.
So An Liwen had no choice but to accept his fate. He walked over, a very ugly smile on his face, and took the crystal sculpture from Feng Xiaoxiao's hands. But the moment it touched his hand it felt slick and slippery, and with a whoosh it slipped from his grip, fell off the runway, and shattered to pieces on the floor.
How could anything made of glass be sturdy? Dropped on the ground, of course it broke!