My Devilish Husband is Too Overbearing

The Auction

Five years ago, she had nothing—not a single cent in her pocket. Clutching her unborn twins, Jiabao and Jiabei, Su Mi had been driven out of her home. Desperate and with nowhere to turn, it was Senior Zhou who had taken her in.

Not only had he helped her with her university withdrawal, but he had also cared for her ever since. When the twins were denied official registration, it was Zhou Qingyang who proposed a fake marriage, ensuring they wouldn’t become undocumented.

Over the years, Senior Zhou had done so much for her. She believed in repaying kindness with gratitude.

Now, with no family left and battling leukemia, Zhou Qingyang was at death’s door. If she gave up on him, no one else would help him.

He was so young, so remarkable, so kind. He didn’t deserve such a tragic fate.

No matter how difficult it would be, Su Mi was determined to convince Fu Yichen to donate his bone marrow to Zhou Qingyang.

That Night – T City’s Most Exclusive Luxury Club

Su Mi hid in a storage room, listening to the muffled commotion outside.

She had worked hard to learn about tonight’s antique auction at the exclusive club, knowing Fu Yichen would be in attendance. Invitations were only extended to the most influential figures in the empire’s business and political elite. Naturally, Su Mi had no way of obtaining one.

But she had discovered that the auction’s finale included a runway event featuring young women. While framed as a fashion show, everyone knew it was an auction of their "first night," with the highest bidder claiming the prize.

If she could sneak in as one of those women, she might finally get close to Fu Yichen.

In the storage room across from the waiting lounge where the other girls were preparing, Su Mi waited for her chance. Suddenly, she overheard a hushed argument outside.

“Come with me!”

“Ah Ning, listen to me. I want to do this. If I sell myself tonight, we’ll have the money to pay for your mother’s treatment. Trading my innocence for your mom’s life—it’s worth it!”

“Silly Yingying, I won’t let you sacrifice yourself for me! I love you! Let’s go. I’ve already borrowed the money!”

“Really?”

“Really!”

“That’s amazing! Let’s leave!”

As their footsteps faded down the hall, Su Mi stepped out of the storage room. She picked up the discarded outfit and a name badge etched with "Jiang Yingying." Looking down the empty corridor, she smiled faintly.

“Bless you both, and thank you.”

An Hour Later

Barefoot and clad in nothing but a bikini, Su Mi stood on the cold marble floor, waiting for her turn.

“And now, let’s welcome our stunning contestant number eight—Miss Jiang Yingying! She’s a university student, folks!”

The host’s voice boomed from beyond the curtain. Su Mi hesitated, her heart pounding wildly. She had never been so exposed, let alone in front of an audience.

“What are you waiting for? Move!”

A staff member gave her a shove. Caught off guard, Su Mi stumbled forward. Blinding spotlights instantly engulfed her, and she froze, feeling the weight of countless male gazes landing on her. She stood stiffly, unsure of how to move or where to look.

Fu Yichen had zero interest in the so-called runway show. As soon as the auction ended, he was preparing to leave. However, Wang, the CEO of Dingfeng Corporation, approached him for small talk.

Half-listening to the chatter, Fu Yichen glanced up casually—only to be struck by the sight of a girl on stage.

His deep, dark eyes narrowed slightly. The languid indifference vanished, replaced by a sudden storm of intensity.

Under the dazzling lights of the auction stage, the girl’s figure glowed with an alluring radiance.

She wasn’t like the others, who flaunted themselves provocatively. Instead, she stood with her head bowed, her delicate features obscured by the sleek curtain of her black hair.

Yet even without seeing her face, Fu Yichen felt his body tighten with a surge of excitement, an uncontrollable fire igniting within him.

On stage, Su Mi bit her lip, feeling as though the men’s piercing gazes were shredding her to pieces. Every pair of eyes seemed to strip her bare, making her feel more exposed than she already was.

Her pulse thundered in her ears. She wanted to run, but her legs refused to move.