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Ding Yiyi was stunned as she looked at the red Chinese Style invitation. She had a wave of energy in her heart, but she suppressed it, "Very good, that's it. I don't have many people to invite. What about you?"    

    

"Me too." Ye Chuyun grabbed her hand with a gentle expression.    

    

The hotter his palm was, the more he would cooperate with her to take care of her, causing her to feel even more guilty. Taking her hand away from his palm, Ding Yiyi took out an invitation. "Let's start writing now."    

    

Facing her obvious avoidance, Ye Chuyun felt a pang in his heart, but he still nodded obediently, "Ok."    

    

"Qiu Bai, An Ran, Xu Weiren, master, Elaine, Mengjie." The pen stopped on the invitation card, and the tip of the ballpoint pen blacked out into a small circle above the "Song".    

    

Ye Chuyun understood in his heart. Although he wasn't sure why Soong Mengjie and Ding Yiyi broke off, he vaguely heard that it was related to Ye Nianmo and Hai Zhuoxuan.    

    

"Do as you see fit." He took her hand and helped her finish the last stroke.    

    

Ding Yiyi smiled gratefully at him. After writing Soong Mengjie's invitation card, there was still a blank invitation card left. Ye Chuyun suddenly said, "Give it to Nianmo. After all, I grew up with him."    

    

In her heart, she was resisting. She vaguely felt that Ye Chuyun was going to force her to make a decision. Ye Chuyun was the first to speak, "I'm just kidding, let me think of who else I can invite."    

    

"Let's invite him." Ding Yiyi wrote Ye Nianmo's name on the invitation card in one go.    

    

All night long, Ding Yiyi had been in a disorderly dream, sometimes Soong Mengjie was sadly looking at herself, sometimes Ye Nianmo was holding the invitation to sneer at her.    

    

She woke up at daybreak and went out after a simple shower. One hour later, she was standing in the animal cemetery. The picture of the Baby Cheng had already turned pale due to the rain.    

    

"I want to get engaged to the Baby Cheng." Ding Yiyi spoke familiarly like she was chatting with a good friend. However, there was a hint of loneliness in her tone.    

    

She placed the red invitation in front of the tombstone. The wind blew the budding flowers in front of the grave, and the flowers swayed up and down like little people nodding their heads in blessing.    

    

Arriving at Soong Mengjie's home, before he even pressed the doorbell, he could already hear loud noises coming from inside.    

    

"Soong Shuhao!" I, Xiao Xiaolee, have been your slave all my life precisely because I didn't give you a son.    

    

"What the hell are you talking about?"    

    

"I'm talking nonsense!" Ask your heart if I'm bullshitting. You said you had nothing to do with that woman? "Don't you dare touch your own conscience!"    

    

"I'm too lazy to tell you."    

    

The door was opened immediately. Soong Shuhao was stunned when he saw Ding Yiyi. "Yiyi."    

    

"Hello, Uncle Song." Ding Yiyi looked at him in embarrassment. Xiao Xiaolee rolled her eyes at Ding Yiyi as she walked towards the room and slammed the door.    

    

Soong Shuhao's face did not look good either. He still asked patiently: "Is something the matter?"    

    

Ding Yiyi hurriedly passed the invitation in her hand over. "I'm getting engaged. She didn't pick up the phone to call Mengjie, so I wanted to ask Uncle to help me with the transfer."    

    

"Last time, I told her not to go to the Tibetan area to teach her, but I can't care about her. Since she's not in the East River now, I'll keep it for you. If she doesn't see it, then say something else."    

    

His tone wasn't too good. It seemed that he wanted to continue complaining. Ding Yiyi quickly said a few words and fled in a sorry state.    

    

Sitting on the taxi, she suddenly became afraid of the place she was going to next. An hour later, she stood at the Ye Family gate and refused to press the doorbell.    

    

She couldn't stop struggling in her heart, so she just stuck the invitation on the metal door and turned around to leave.    

    

"Yiyi?"    

    

Xia Yihan thought she was mistaken, but when she walked closer, she saw the red invitation card that she was about to insert onto the door.    

    

"I heard about it. It's Chuyun, right?" Xia Yihan said without batting an eyelid.    

    

The usual conversation made Ding Yiyi less oppressed and uncomfortable. She nodded, "Yes, the date has already been set. It will be in half a month."    

    

Xia Yihan sighed endlessly in her heart. Ao Xue and Ding Yiyi were sisters, they fell in love with the same man, Ye Chuyun and Ye Nianmo were brothers, they fell in love with the same woman, no matter which side she was on.    

    

"Have you really made up your mind?" Xia Yihan asked.    

    

Ding Yiyi didn't know how to respond. She wanted to nod, but her head felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds.    

    

"This is my only chance. I can't forgive him." When she spoke, she realized that her voice was frighteningly hoarse.    

    

She hurriedly turned around as she wanted to escape. She was even afraid that Ye Nianmo would appear suddenly and Xia Yihan's voice came from behind, "Nianmo is not here. I will pass him on when he returns."    

    

Ding Yiyi hurriedly stopped and thanked him before fleeing in a sorry state. Xia Yihan silently sighed as she looked at her back.    

    

There was a four hour difference between Dubai and China. At this time of the morning, the bell tolled, and masses of Middle Eastern and Indian people were wandering in the streets. The magnificent building on the street was very eye-catching.    

    

The blue satin seats were arranged in a trapezoidal shape, and the large table in the middle was very noticeable.    

    

The rise and fall of English and Arabic were accompanied by a number of Oriental faces and languages.    

    

"Heart of the Sea is at the third booth." The Arab dutifully translated for Ye Nianmo. Compared to the Middle Eastern with a strong body taste, he was more willing to deal with this Chinese.    

    

The auction started and a Middle Eastern person directly walked onto the stage. After saying a few pleasantries, he directly started the auction, and every seat had a red button beside it. If one wanted to bid, one would directly click on it and then type in a number on the video board.    

    

The first one was a piece of porcelain from China. The people at the scene were discussing it, and the Arab translated it conscientiously, "It is said that this is a bowl used by Zhu Yuanzhang in the Ming Dynasty. In the Dubai, Chinese things are still very popular."    

    

When he spoke, the porcelain on the stage had already been sold for $150 thousand. Ye Bo and Ye Nianmo both knew that the porcelain was fake, but they didn't say anything about it.    

    

Soon, it was the third exhibit. Ye Nianmo, who was always in a daze, suddenly had a shock in his eyes and his back straightened up.    

    

Under the blue velvet cover, a teardrop-shaped diamond glittered. The host made a rare brief introduction, and the Arab quickly translated it for him.    

    

"This Heart of the Sea is from South Africa. It contains no impurities and is cut in the shape of a classic emerald. The price is $1 million, which is equivalent to nearly 100 million yuan."    

    

The Arab, too, was excited. The young man had come straight to the point when he found him, saying that he was here for the Heart of the Sea. He felt that this man must not be simple, but once the hammer had struck the mark, the diamonds would be bought by another Middle Eastern.    

    

"I can't buy it now. That Middle Eastern guy is famous for his connections with the Italian Mafia. Unless I play a game with him, I can't make him spit it out."    

    

The Arab said with lingering fear. He had not even played a ten-minute game with the Middle Eastern. If he won, he could take away what he wanted for free, but so far, very few people had dared to go to him.    

    

"A revolver."    

    

In the darkness, Ye Nianmo's voice was drowned out by the crowd, but it was still audible.    

    

After the auction ended, Ye Nianmo stood up and walked over to the Middle Eastern.    

    

"He wants to play with you with a revolver."    

    

"You want the Heart of the Sea?"    

    

After the Arab translated, Ye Nianmo nodded. The man suddenly took out his gun and pointed it at Ye Nianmo's lower jaw. His speed was so fast that no one could react in time.    

    

The Arab translator's legs became weak from fright and kept backing off. Ye Bo calmly held him and whispered in English, "Don't panic."    

    

The person from the Middle East also seemed to understand English. He glanced at Ye Bo and Ye Nianmo with interest, and after a long while, he kept his gun and said, "You are both pretty good. You have the qualifications to play."    

    

The Arab hurriedly translated. Ye Nianmo frowned, "When do we start?"    

    

The Middle Eastern man gestured for him to follow him out. A Mercedes-Benz SLR parked outside the door and Ye Bo lowered his voice, "Young Master, getting into the car is not safe."    

    

The man looked at Ye Nianmo with interest. Ye Nianmo waved his hand and got into the car. The Arab translator wanted to run, but Wu Tie grabbed Ye Nianmo's collar and walked towards the car that the young master had driven.    

    

The car entered the basement of a luxurious mansion, and everyone got off the car and rode in the elevator. After exiting the elevator on the third floor, Ye Nianmo was stopped.    

    

"Who are you playing with?" The deep eyes of the Middle Eastern swiveled between Ye Nianmo's box and Ye Bo.    

    

After the Arab finished translating, Ye Bo took the lead, "Young Master, let me do it."    

    

"I don't need any disobedient subordinates." Ye Nianmo frowned. Just as he was about to ask the Arab to translate, Ye Bo had already covered the Arab's mouth.    

    

"Young Master, have you thought about Madam and Old Master? If there really is something that you need me to tell you, I have no way to explain it to you." Ye Bo regretted not doing everything to stop the young master.    

    

The Young Master had long known that the Heart of the Seas was extremely expensive. Ye Family's Heart of the Seas was only a quarter of the one being auctioned today, so there was no way he could buy it.    

    

"Enough." Ye Nianmo's expression was frighteningly cold, so Ye Bo could only keep quiet.    

    

The man from the Middle East nodded and said, "Only those who play games can enter."    

    

Ye Nianmo walked in alone. The inside of the door wasn't very useful. It was a huge apartment building with a small golf course inside. The stadium was filled with greenery.    

    

Except for the golf course, the medieval bar, and all the other gambling equipment. The Middle Eastern clapped.    

    

"Now let's talk about the rules. You Chinese value rules the most." The Middle Eastern looked at the Arab, who quickly translated.    

    

Revolver Fate Plate game, put a bullet into the revolver, the player put the pistol to his head, each time the trigger is struck, it means that each chamber in the cartridge can be hit, if the sound is heard five times, the player wins, otherwise the game is over.