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The next day.
Jiang Mian awoke on the central bed, looking around in a daze.
Didn't she fall asleep in the conservatory yesterday?
How did she end up back in bed?
"Mrs. Fu, are you awake yet? The items from yesterday's auction are still in the living room, unattended."
Jiang Mian rubbed her hair and threw off the covers, getting up: "I'll be down in a moment."
When she came downstairs, she saw a dignified and graceful man sitting in front of the dining table, with the financial newspaper and a glass of milk before him.
This scene...
Was quite pleasing to the eye.
Noticing Jiang Mian's gaze, Fu Sichen looked up, his chin gesturing toward the transparent glass box in front of the sofa with an ivory jade fan inside, his dark pupils tinged with a hint of a smile, "What does Mrs. Fu plan to do with this fan?"
Jiang Mian stepped forward for a closer look: "Donate it! Just give it to the National Museum."
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