**"Fight for it?"**

  **"How?"**

  **"With just your mouth?"**

  Jiang Yan suddenly found it all rather ridiculous. She despised men who had no real ability but loved to boast.

  But what she found even more laughable was herself—how could she have pined for a man like this for so long? It was time to let go.

  She swore silently that from tonight onward, her heart would never skip another beat for the name *Li Junyi*.

  But was that even possible?

  She hadn’t managed it in over two years.

  When they arrived at the conference hall on the sixth floor, the layout had changed drastically. Most of the chairs had been removed, replaced by raw jade stones of various sizes displayed at the front.

  A massive raw stone was surrounded by a crowd, with jewelry dealers and gamblers already pointing and discussing it.

  The stone’s appearance was outstanding—its dark brown shell was smooth and fine-grained, covered in grayish-green moss. As the saying went, *green follows the moss*, so the chances of this stone containing high-quality jade were extremely high. Moreover, the surface had formed ribbon-like *songhua* (a sign of potential jade), vibrant and fresh.

  Given its premium quality, the starting bid was set at **eight million yuan**.

  The crowd buzzed with excitement.

  *"I haven’t seen a stone of this size and quality in years. It’s definitely got jade—and top-grade at that."*

  *"Of course! I heard this is one of tonight’s star lots. It’s bound to be good."*

  *"Starting at eight million? The final price will probably be tens of millions. No hope for us."*

  Shen Yuxuan’s eyes gleamed when he saw the stone. A piece this large would yield a significant amount of jade—enough to craft countless bracelets and pendants, guaranteeing massive profits.

  **"Bidding for this raw stone begins now! Starting price: eight million yuan, with increments of five hundred thousand. Highest bidder wins!"**

  The auctioneer, seeing that most attendees had arrived, announced the start.

  **"Nine million!"**

  **"Nine and a half!"**

  **"Ten million!"**

  The price skyrocketed amid fierce competition.

  Shen Yuxuan joined the bidding but held back from jumping in immediately. When the price hit **twenty million**, the number of bidders dwindled. Seizing the moment, he called out:

  **"Thirty million!"**

  The crowd gasped. The young master of *Feng Yuan Xiang* was indeed extravagant—raising the bid by nearly eight million in one go.

  Shen Yuxuan lifted his chin, pride flashing across his face. His bid was practically the ceiling. This stone was his.

  **"Forty million."**

  A calm, steady voice cut through the silence.

  Shen Yuxuan’s expression darkened. He turned and saw—**Li Junyi**.

  Li Junyi gave him a faint smile and gestured for him to continue.

  Gritting his teeth, Shen Yuxuan called his father for approval, then shouted:

  **"Forty-five million!"**

  His voice trembled slightly, his eyes reddening with frustration.

  **"Fifty million."** Li Junyi raised an eyebrow, his gaze challenging.

  **"Fif—"**

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  Shen Yuxuan was about to counter when a hand clamped down on his shoulder. He turned and saw **Lin Yu**.

  Lin Yu shook his head subtly, signaling him to stop.

  To Lin Yu, this stone emitted almost no spiritual energy. Even if it contained jade, its value wouldn’t exceed the starting bid. He hadn’t expected Shen Yuxuan to jump into the bidding, but since Li Junyi was willing to take it, he intervened.

  *"Jiarong, what’s wrong?"* Shen Yuxuan whispered urgently as the auctioneer began the countdown.

  *"Let him have it,"* Lin Yu said firmly.

  **"Hah! What’s this? The young master of Feng Yuan Xiang takes orders from a useless loser now?"**

  Li Junyi sneered, relishing the moment.

  *"Not orders—advice."* Lin Yu smirked. *"This stone isn’t even worth the starting bid. If someone wants to be a fool, let him."*

  Hearing this, Shen Yuxuan’s agitation faded. After their last encounter, he trusted Lin Yu implicitly. He nodded and withdrew.

  **"Bullshit! What do you know?"**

  Li Junyi scoffed, though irritation flickered in his eyes. This *good-for-nothing* could only curse him with words.

  The crowd burst into laughter, many shooting Lin Yu disdainful looks. Clearly, they saw him as an amateur.

  **"Stop pretending you know what you’re talking about!"**

  Even Jiang Yan snapped coldly from behind. She knew a thing or two about raw stones—this one was easily worth fifty million.

  In the end, the stone went to **Li Junyi for fifty million**. He didn’t rush to cut it open, though, because the next lot immediately caught his attention.

  With the star lot sold, **Zhou Chen** ordered the final highlight to be displayed, hoping to push the auction’s climax even higher.

  *"This auction lives up to its reputation! One excellent piece after another!"*

  *"This one looks even better than the last. It’s bound to skyrocket!"*

  *"This stone’s background is extraordinary—it was sourced directly from Myanmar’s rebel militias. It might even yield* ***glass-grade jade****!"*

  The mention of *Myanmar’s rebel militias* sent a ripple of awe through the crowd. These stones were mined from conflict zones, often superior to regular market goods.

  The stone was dark gray, covered in white *moss*, with *fire smoke marks* beneath. The upper edge was thin, and under the light, it shimmered with a translucent emerald hue.

  **Its quality surpassed even Li Junyi’s previous purchase.**

  **"This one’s mine!"** Li Junyi declared boldly. **"Six million—no one outbids me!"**

  Gasps filled the room. Li Junyi’s financial power was staggering—**over a hundred million spent on two stones**. Even among the wealthy attendees, few could match his liquidity.

  **"I bid—"**

  Shen Yuxuan eagerly raised his hand, but Lin Yu grabbed his wrist.

  *"Jiarong, what now? Last time, I listened to you, but this one’s a sure bet! If I miss this, I’m leaving empty-handed!"*

  Zhou Chen had already warned him—this was the **last star lot of the night**.

  *"This stone won’t just fail—it’ll crash hard. Aside from a tiny patch of green at the top, the rest is worthless."*

  *"But—you said you didn’t know about raw stones!"* Shen Yuxuan frowned, recalling their dinner conversation.

  *"If you consider me a brother, trust me."*

  Lin Yu’s tone left no room for argument. He released Shen Yuxuan’s hand.

  **"He Jiarong, enough! If he wants to bid, let him!"**

  Jiang Yan was furious. She believed this stone was a guaranteed win and didn’t want Li Junyi to get it.

  Lin Yu stayed silent. He’d said his piece—the choice was Shen Yuxuan’s now.

  *"Yuxuan, Jiarong means well, but you’re the expert. Think carefully."*

  Zhou Chen stepped in, though his words subtly urged Shen Yuxuan to bid.

  **"Sixty-five million!"**

  Another wealthy jeweler joined the fray.

  **"Seventy!"** Li Junyi didn’t blink.

  **"Seventy-five!"**

  **"Ninety!"** Li Junyi raised the bid by **fifteen million** in one go.

  The jeweler hesitated. Crossing **a hundred million** was a psychological barrier—and Li Junyi showed no signs of stopping.

  **"Going once… twice…"**

  Sweat beaded on Shen Yuxuan’s forehead. His father had authorized him to bid up to **two hundred million** if he saw profit.

  *"Fine. I’ll trust you."*

  After a tense pause, Shen Yuxuan yielded.

  The stone went to **Li Junyi for ninety million**. Grinning triumphantly, he taunted:

  *"What’s wrong, Young Master Shen? Scared off by the price? Is this all Feng Yuan Xiang is capable of?"*

  Shen Yuxuan bristled, but Lin Yu cut in coldly:

  *"What does capability have to do with it? You just paid* ***ninety million*** *for a rock worth* ***one or two*** *at most. Why would we compete?"*

  **"You motherf—"**

  Li Junyi barely choked back his rage. *"I won’t stoop to your level, you* ***useless freeloader***. *All you can do is curse me with your mouth."*

  Jiang Yan glared at Lin Yu, her earlier flicker of goodwill **gone**. Was this how he planned to *"fight for her"*? By making them both **a laughingstock**?

  The crowd didn’t hold back their ridicule.

  *"Next time, keep amateurs like him out."*

  *"Look at his clothes—like a country bumpkin."*

  *"Pathetic. So many young people nowadays are all talk."*

  Lin Yu remained unfazed, but Jiang Yan’s face burned with humiliation—especially under Li Junyi’s smug gaze.

  **"Young man, if you’re so talented, why not pick a stone yourself? Show us some* ***ice-grade jade****!"**

  Someone in the crowd jeered, clearly mocking him.

  **"Sure."**

  To everyone’s shock, Lin Yu agreed. *"But if we’re talking ‘eye-opening,’* ***ice-grade*** *is too low. How about* ***glass-grade imperial green****?"*

  The room **erupted in laughter**. They’d truly found the night’s **biggest fool**.

  Amidst the ridicule, the crowd urged him to pick his *"imperial green"* stone.

  *"Jiarong, what are you doing?!"*

  Zhou Chen pulled him aside, whispering urgently. *"The best stones are already gone! The rest won’t yield anything close to* ***imperial green****!"*

  *"Gambling is all about luck. Who knows? Maybe we’ll get lucky."*

  Lin Yu smiled and walked toward the remaining stones.

  The crowd followed, laughing, while Jiang Yan stood frozen, her hands trembling with fury.

  **Was this his idea of "fighting for her"?**

  This wasn’t **dignity**—it was **utter shame**.

  *"Come on, Jiang Yan. Don’t just stand there. Let’s see how your husband pulls* ***imperial green*** *out of scrap!"*

  Li Junyi strolled over, laughing mockingly.