Chapter 942: Chapter 931: There Is No Regret Medicine in the World
"Let’s go!" Brother B stood up and said, "The auction is right next door."
Song Yun and Hua Qingcheng stood up and followed behind Brother B.
"Thank you, Song Yun." Hua Qingcheng said with a gentle smile, "I will definitely repay you."
"How do you plan to repay me? Let’s get that straight first!" Song Yun said.
"We’ll talk about it later, okay? We need to keep a little suspense." Hua Qingcheng smiled teasingly, "I promise you won’t be disappointed! You can look forward to it."
"OK!" Song Yun nodded, "No matter how much it costs, I’ll get it for you."
"Song Yun, you’re amazing! Thumbs up for you."
"I’m amazing at everything!"
The auction hall was right next to the treasure room, resembling a small venue with rows of seats like those in a cinema. It was already quite crowded, and Song Yun recognized many people inside. After all, he had been in Beijing for a while, so he knew many of the rich and famous there, and building good relations with them was beneficial.
Those who knew Song Yun greeted him as he entered. Some sharp-eyed individuals recognized that the woman holding his arm was not Qingluan, who had entered the Song Family Tree, and they showed a puzzled expression.
Led by Brother B, Song Yun and Hua Qingcheng went straight to the front row.
In the front row, Song Yun saw an old acquaintance.
"Whoa, Shen Yan, we meet again!" Song Yun exclaimed in surprise, looking at Shen Yan.
"Whoa, Song Yun, are you stalking me?" Shen Yan’s facial expression was equally perplexed, "It’s like we’re back in Sunan, no matter where we went, we’d always run into each other!"
"Perhaps it’s fate." Song Yun smirked, "You might as well give in to me tonight."
"Song Yun, you better be gentle with me!" Shen Yan played along.
Song Yun looked at Shen Yan’s small hat and stubble on his chin, almost fighting back laughter.
"Come on, Song Yun, sit next to me!" Shen Yan tapped the seat next to him and said, "This seat is available."
Song Yun looked at Brother B, who said, "It is indeed available, but even if it weren’t, since you’re here, it’s yours!"
"Thanks." Song Yun nodded and sat next to Shen Yan with Hua Qingcheng.
"What, Song Yun, you don’t recognize me?" said the woman sitting next to Shen Yan.
Song Yun gave a puzzled look to the slightly chubby woman, furrowing his brows. She seemed familiar, but he couldn’t recall her name.
"What the heck, don’t tell me you don’t recognize me? I’m Chen Yaojing!"
"What the heck, you’re Chen Yaojing?" Song Yun said, looking at the woman with a noticeable belly, "You look completely different from before!"
"I’m not wearing makeup now, you see? I used to wear makeup, and I’ve gained weight in recent months. Look at my face, it used to be oval, now it’s a pumpkin shape. It’s really frustrating," Chen Yaojing sighed.
"Hahaha, so the baby in your belly must be Shen Yan’s, right?" Song Yun laughed and asked.
"Oh, come on, if it’s not Shen Yan’s, would it be yours?" Chen Yaojing shot Song Yun a glare, displeased.
"You shouldn’t talk like that." Song Yun laughed, "Even if it were mine, it’d be a secret, haha."
"Song Yun, you’re flirting with my fiancée right in front of me. Are you pretending I don’t exist?" Shen Yan said, exasperated.
"I wasn’t flirting, just genuinely surprised. I never expected Chen Yaojing to have this side—hahaha, reformed, huh?" Song Yun joked.
Shen Yan decisively turned to Hua Qingcheng beside Song Yun and said, "Lovely lady, mind if I flirt with you too?"
"Go ahead." Hua Qingcheng flirted back with a teasing gaze at Shen Yan, "As long as you’re as impressive as Song Yun, I don’t mind."
"Whoa, then I won’t play with you guys. You’re both crazy." Shen Yan turned away and said to Chen Yaojing, "Honey, you have to protect me. They’re both insane!"
"Come here, baby!" Chen Yaojing pulled Shen Yan into her arms and said something that almost made everyone there collapse, "Be good, baby, I’ll feed you milk tonight."
"Cough cough, honey, so many people are around. By the way, Song Yun hasn’t introduced this lady beside him," Shen Yan awkwardly coughed and said.
"Well..."
Before Song Yun could speak, Hua Qingcheng interjected, "I’m the mistress Song Yun keeps outside. Our relationship is special, you know."
"Oh~~~" Shen Yan gave Song Yun a knowing, though rather sleazy, smile, almost making Song Yun vomit his meal.
Just then, a commotion erupted at the entrance of the auction hall.
Song Yun turned to look and narrowed his eyes slightly.
It was an old acquaintance.
And not a very friendly one.
Zhao Min and Qilin!
Zhao Min still looked quite good, Song Yun reckoned, due to some pharmaceutical effect since her grandfather was one of those bigwigs; getting some drugs wasn’t hard. Qilin’s arm was bandaged, indicating it hadn’t fully healed yet.
As they appeared at the entrance, Brother B went up to greet them and guided them to seats not far from Song Yun.
Just as Song Yun saw them, they also spotted Song Yun.
Zhao Min snorted coldly at seeing Song Yun with Hua Qingcheng, while a slight delight crossed Qilin’s face before quickly fading into indifference.
He remembered his brother Kunpeng’s words to avoid troubling Song Yun without reason, and just yesterday, he learned that Song Yun had received the Special Military Merit Medal, quashing any further thoughts about him. If any thoughts remained, they were likely some form of resentment.
Although both were from similar backgrounds, and Qilin even older, why would Song Yun surpass him in every aspect? In fights, Qilin couldn’t best him; in influence, Qilin’s was lesser. Women? Comparing Qingluan and Zhao Min, the winner was evident.
At that moment, Qilin suddenly felt deep regret for not pursuing Qingluan further for Zhao Min.
But there’s no remedy for regret in this world.