The Auction

When they reached the banquet hall, Han Xiang held onto Han Zheng's arm and was led inside by him. 

Most of the people had already arrived. When Han Xiang and Han Zheng entered the venue, everyone's eyes were fixed on Han Xiang. 

The girl next to Han Zheng had soft skin and good looks. Her eyes were calm and clear. Her long hair was loosely tied up and decorated with a simple diamond crown. Only a few strands of hair were left on the sides of her face, adding to her playfulness and charm. 

The long dress she was wearing revealed her well sculpted shoulders and outlined her exquisite figure. The light shone on Han Xiang's back, casting a hazy glow. The girl standing against the light looked more like an angel who had left the world behind. 

"That's the adopted daughter of the Han Family?" 

"I was wondering why they kept her hidden. It's clearly because she's so beautiful." 

The crowd began to discuss. Some of them wondered why Han Zheng had brought his daughter to the banquet and some of them had ideas for what they wanted to do with Han Xiang.

However, when they found out that the adopted daughter of the Han family was only 11 or 12 years old, everyone sighed regretfully. 

"Xiang Xiang!" 

When Han Xiang looked over, Wang Meng was standing next to a dessert cart and greeting her. 

Because there were too many people here, Han Xiang only nodded slightly in response and continued to walk forward. 

Han Zheng brought Han Xiang to a sofa area in the center of the hall. The people sitting here were all influential figures in S City. 

"Hello, Uncle Lin, Uncle Wang, Uncle Liu..." 

Han Xiang obediently followed Han Zheng's instructions and greeted them one by one. These big shots either nodded slightly, or smiled kindly and praised Han Xiang for being obedient and sweet. 

When Han Zheng walked in front of a young man, he paused for a moment and introduced him to her, "The chairman of the Gu family is young and promising. Xiang Xiang should greet him." 

"Hello Gu," Han Xiang immediately followed. 

"Haha, I'm so proud of Chairman Han's praise." Gu Yuan smiled, but his eyes were filled with the same probing and scheming looks as the other guests. 

This person was the eldest son of the Gu family, Gu Yuan, and he had a stable position at such a young age.

Han Xiang did not remember his story in the book very clearly. She only vaguely remembered that when the wealthy families in S City were in great turmoil, Gu Yuan was the only one who protected the Gu family in the chaotic battle and then coldly watched the other families fight over power.

When everyone had successfully taken their seats, a fat middle-aged man sat next to Han Zheng. 

"Yo, cousin, why are you willing to bring your adopted daughter out today?" The middle-aged man said with a cheeky smile. 

It turned out that this person was Han Hui, the son of Han Shun from the side branch of the Han family. 

However, Han Zheng just nodded politely and ignored him. 

Therefore, Han Xiang quietly watched the host take out the items donated to the charity foundation one by one and start the auction. 

In fact, in this kind of occasion, what was sold and what was bought was not important. The main purpose was to show the style of a wealthy family. There were also some reporters at the banquet who were taking pictures. 

Han Xiang received Han Zheng's signal. When the host was displaying a calligraphy work, she raised the sign. 

"Miss Han bids 300,000!" The host shouted. 

"Oh? Mr. Wei bids 350,000!" 

This kind of bidding was very common. It was similar to raising the price to stir up the atmosphere. After watching a few auctions, Han Xiang became accustomed to it. 

However, after Han Xiang bid several times in a row and was targeted by that "Mr. Wei", everyone realized that something was wrong. 

Han Xiang raised her board again and looked at "Mr. Wei" in the back row. 

He was a very handsome young man with deep facial features. When Han Xiang looked over, she happened to meet his beautiful eyes. 

As expected, "Mr. Wei" raised his board again. 

Han Zheng turned his head and whispered to her, "Forget it, let him have it." 

"It seems that Miss Han has given up on the competition and has given this opportunity to Mr. Wei! Does Mr. Wei like this calligrapher very much?" 

Thus, with the warm words of the host, this scroll of calligraphy work went to the handsome youth. 

Han Xiang did not take this matter to heart. In the following auction, this Mr. Wei did not appear. She also successfully bought a small box decorated with a classic gem. 

When the next segment came, Han Xiang had a headache. 

The ball was a new type of gathering method that was sought after by all the big families in recent years. 

Young men and women would choose the opposite sex that they were interested in as dance partners. They would then dance to the music with elegant and noble movements. This was also a good opportunity to show the elegance and charm of the younger generation. 

Seeing Wang Meng skillfully pick a male dance partner and leisurely walk onto the dance floor, Han Xiang began to be nervous. 

She didn't know how to dance at all, and her movements seemed to be out of sync with her limbs. What should she do? 

Han Zheng was actually looking at his daughter with some anticipation. He would never have thought that his daughter, who had been learning to dance since she was six years old, didn't actually know how to dance.