"Young friend Qin, I apologize for the late welcome just now. There were some matters at the club, so I was delayed in meeting you."
"Indeed, that Wang Binghun didn't clearly state when you would arrive, Qin, making us unsure of the exact time."
"So the blame lies with that old fellow Wang Binghun."
He Qichun and the others quickly apologized and explained to Qin Xuan, shifting blame.
Wen Bo kicked Wen Feng and berated him,
"Get over here and apologize to young friend Qin."
Wen Feng was also trembling with fear, his legs feeling weak.
"I... I'm sorry..."
Qin Xuan cast a cold glance at him and remained silent.
Such a buffoon didn't warrant his attention.
"Young friend Qin, we hope you won't hold it against us. All items you purchase at the 'Banquet' auction today will receive a 10% discount! Furthermore, the handling fees will be waived."
Since they had offered such terms, Qin Xuan found no reason to quibble further.
After all, this was an auction in the capital, and there might be items that could aid his cultivation.
There was no need to antagonize these people.
Qin Xuan nodded, holding Ling'er's hand as they walked in directly.
After Qin Xuan left, He Qichun and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Bo gave Wen Feng several more kicks.
"You damnable wretch, do you know you almost got us killed! You almost got the Wen family killed!"
Wen Feng let out a few cries of pain, clutching his backside, and weakly asked,
"Second Uncle, that kid is so young, is he really a Grandmaster?"
"No."
Upon hearing this, Wen Feng's face was about to regain its former arrogant and overbearing expression.
"Damn it, then why are you so afraid of him, Second Uncle? Why are you being so polite?"
*Slap!*
Wen Bo delivered a hard slap to the back of his head.
"Even if he's not a Grandmaster, he's at least at the Huajin realm."
With that, Wen Bo and the other two turned and followed into the clubhouse.
Wen Feng was left standing in place, stunned.
Huajin... that didn't seem low either, and the most powerful person in their family was only at Huajin.
He Qichun arranged a VIP sky terrace private room for Qin Xuan and Ling'er on the second floor.
Generally, the second floor was reserved for influential figures in the capital.
"Sir, if you have any questions, you can press the button on the table to call us." A young lady in a tight qipao smiled sweetly at Qin Xuan and then withdrew.
Ling'er sat beside Qin Xuan, glanced at the departing qipao lady, and giggled, saying to Qin Xuan,
"Brother, that sister's butt was so big just now, she'll definitely be able to have sons."
"..." Qin Xuan's forehead creased.
"Why is your focus always on a different track than mine? This is an auction, you should be looking at the auction stage in the center, not someone's backside."
Qin Xuan was extremely speechless.
Ling'er stuck out her tongue and smiled playfully,
"I saw you were alone, Brother, and I was just trying to help you find a wife."
"I already have a wife, more than one."
"Ah!" Ling'er's beautiful eyes lit up, and her gossip instincts immediately kicked in.
"Quick, tell me, do they know each other?"
"They do, and they're good friends."
"Wow." Ling'er exclaimed.
"Do they know about each other? How did you manage to get them both at the same time? Are they beautiful?"
Qin Xuan flicked her forehead with annoyance.
"Why do you have so many questions?"
As he spoke, he picked up a piece of papaya from a plate on the table and put it into Ling'er's mouth.
"Eat something and shut that mouth of yours."
Ling'er took a few bites and swallowed. Then, she lowered her head and looked at her own unremarkable bosom, sighing with disappointment,
"Alas, I knew it, Brother, you despise me. You made me eat papaya, meaning you think my chest is small. You men all like big ones, the kind that can't be held in one hand. No wonder you've always been so aloof towards me..."