Chapter 71: Why Would You Suck on It Just Because It’s Dirty?

After leaving the hospital, Song Qingtian went to pick out some clothes.

The auction was set to begin at ten o’clock in the morning.

Her current wardrobe didn’t meet the dress code for the event, so she had no choice but to follow Ling Hanyu’s suggestion and pick something suitable.

Ling Hanyu wanted to carry her, but she needed a wheelchair.

Yang Yifan couldn’t make sense of Song Qingtian either.

In the past, Song Qingtian would never have missed such a golden opportunity.

But now, she seemed to be avoiding it at all costs.

At auctions like this, most women would wear dresses to highlight their grace and elegance, yet Song Qingtian chose a professional suit—navy blue paired with a white blouse.

Standing in front of the mirror, she smoothed her long hair. “It’d look even better if I cut it shorter!” she said.

Ling Hanyu stood by, his expression cold. “Why would you cut it short? It wouldn’t look good!”

Ling Hanyu swiped his card, clipped off the label, tossed it away, then picked her up and left.

Yang Yifan followed behind, equally astonished. He was surprised that Song Qingtian wanted to get a short haircut—and even more so by Ling Hanyu’s attitude toward her.

Just moments ago, a saleswoman had tried to use scissors to remove the label from Song Qingtian’s clothing, but he wouldn’t let anyone else near her; he did it himself.

Leaving the mall and getting back into the car, Song Qingtian sniffed the complimentary perfume the mall had given her, sprayed a little on herself, and waved it around.

Ling Hanyu looked at her. “You’ve used perfume before, haven’t you? This isn’t right—throw it out.”

Song Qingtian really didn’t like how money-hungry Ling Hanyu was.

She didn’t appreciate Ling Hanyu fiddling with the perfume bottle; her hands were beautiful, and as she toyed with the bottle, Ling Hanyu’s eyes grew glazed.

And then, in an instant…

The perfume bottle slipped and fell inside the car—and smashed.

Suddenly, the whole car was filled with a strong, somewhat pungent fragrance.

Song Qingtian looked utterly embarrassed.

“This is just too fragile! So brittle—did we have a rock in the car or something? It broke at the slightest touch?”

Yang Yifan rolled down the window to let the wind disperse the scent.

But the perfume bottle was shattered, still lying in the car.

Song Qingtian bent over to pick up the pieces and let out a small cry.

Ling Hanyu’s face darkened, and he bent down to pull her up.

Song Qingtian stared at her finger—trouble never comes alone; now it’s broken too?

She grabbed a tissue to wipe it, but blood kept seeping out, so she thought about sucking on it.

Before she could even lower her head, Ling Hanyu pinched her hand and leaned down to suck on it.

Song Qingtian’s face flushed, and she tried to pull her hand away.

Ling Hanyu held her hand tightly and sucked hard a few times.

Yang Yifan watched Ling Hanyu in the rearview mirror and felt horrified.

“Ling must’ve been possessed by some evil spirit!”

The man who’d always dismissed such things suddenly cared so much.

Unbelievable!

When he’d sucked enough, Ling Hanyu released Song Qingtian’s hand, wrapped her finger in a tissue, and clutched it tightly.

With a cold expression, Ling Hanyu glanced at Song Qingtian. Seeing her blushing, he quickly averted his gaze and turned to look out the window.

Song Qingtian was completely baffled. What on earth was going on with Ling Hanyu? Had he taken some kind of drug?

When the car arrived, Yang Yifan got out and positioned the wheelchair, then lifted Song Qingtian onto it before Ling Hanyu finally went to rinse his mouth.

Song Qingtian sneered disdainfully. “If it’s so dirty, why would you even suck on it?”

Ling Hanyu returned and saw the look in her eyes. “There’s blood in my mouth—lots of it!”

Yang Yifan was stunned—he’d been holding it in all along.

“…” Song Qingtian didn’t say a word, as if she hadn’t heard him.

Checking the time, Ling Hanyu finally led Song Qingtian into the auction venue.

People had already begun arriving one after another.

They’d received their tickets, which were in electronic form.

Secretary Yang presented the tickets at the entrance, and someone personally escorted them to the auction hall.

Their seats were right up front, and as soon as Song Qingtian entered, she drew everyone’s attention.

For men, a naturally beautiful woman like Song Qingtian was practically walking temptation.

Ling Hanyu sat down, his handsome face icy cold.

A staff member handed them numbered placards, and Ling Hanyu gave one to Song Qingtian.

Song Qingtian glanced around but didn’t see any mysterious men—only a busty beauty.

She smiled at the woman and thought, “It’s good that you’re here.”

But A Xiu wasn’t smiling at all.

Ling Hanyu looked over in that direction and waved his hand.

Secretary Yang bowed and then stepped away.

Ling Hanyu immediately glanced upstairs and sure enough, there was Qin Xiaotian!

End of Chapter 71: Why Would You Suck on It Just Because It’s Dirty?