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After breakfast, Li Xiaoyao drove to the Intercontinental Hotel.

Once the car was parked, Lin Yuanyuan and Li Xiaoyao walked shoulder to shoulder into the hotel.

Lin Yuanyuan glanced at Li Xiaoyao with a tinge of disdain, "Can't you dress a bit more appropriately?"

Li Xiaoyao retorted, "What I'm wearing isn't proper?"

Light-colored jeans, a grey long-sleeved shirt with two buttons undone, the collar resting on his shoulders.

The outfit indeed wasn't formal, but it couldn't be called improper either.

All that could be said was that Li Xiaoyao's attire wasn't quite suitable for such high-end events.

However, Li Xiaoyao had always done things his own way, never bothered by other people's gazes or opinions.

Cultivators should inherently possess a heart as steadfast as a boulder; otherwise, constantly changing oneself for the sake of others' opinions, how could one talk about defying the heavens?

Today's charity auction was a high-end event, where each attendee had one thing in common: a net worth exceeding a hundred million.

At the very least, one had to be a multimillionaire to be entitled to an invitation to today's auction.

In Li Xiaoyao's perspective, so-called charity auctions were nothing more than a bunch of rich people auctioning off some items they brought, bidding on each other's offerings, all for the sake of a flattering yet empty reputation.

Approaching the entrance of the auction venue, dedicated staff were verifying identities.

Standing at the door, Lin Yuanyuan and Li Xiaoyao were told by a staff member, "Please present your invitations."

In front of outsiders, Lin Yuanyuan acted like a lady, smiling as she delicately pulled out a small and exquisite invitation from her elegant handbag.

After checking, the staff allowed both of them to enter.

The venue for today's auction was quite spacious, encompassing over a thousand square meters. Directly opposite the entrance, there was a stage set up with a huge LED screen behind it, cyclically displaying the items that would be auctioned today.

It was now ten forty in the morning, and the charity auction was scheduled to officially start at eleven twenty.

At this time, numerous people had gradually arrived at the auction venue, falling into two age groups: company directors and business owners around their forties or fifties and the wealthy second generation in their twenties.

Actually, there was another group of people, albeit fewer in number.

They were around thirty years old.

These individuals were generally the most dazzling of the younger generation in various families, being groomed by their families to be the next Family Heads.

Although they were only about ten years older than the young rich second-generation, their maturity, experience, and handling of affairs were many times stronger than the latter's.

"Oh, my stomach really hurts," Lin Yuanyuan suddenly said, clutching her flat abdomen, a layer of fine sweat beads forming on her white forehead.

Li Xiaoyao glanced at her and asked, "Did you catch cold last night?"

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Lin Yuanyuan glared at him fiercely, "It must be the breakfast from the roadside stall that's too dirty, it's all your fault."

Li Xiaoyao responded expressionlessly, "You're the one who wanted to eat there; I didn't force you."

Lin Yuanyuan couldn't stand Li Xiaoyao's nonchalant attitude, wishing she could stomp on him hard and then watch a look of pain rise on his calm face.

But that was just a thought; with Li Xiaoyao's skills, she probably wouldn't have the chance to do so in this lifetime.

Feeling aggrieved, Lin Yuanyuan quickly walked toward the washroom.

Not far away, a few young men dressed in casual suits were gathered, chatting and laughing with one another.

"Haven't seen Yuanyuan in a while; she should be coming to the auction today, right?"

"I called her yesterday, and Yuanyuan said she would come over if there was nothing else going on," said one of the men, who was lean and handsome, but his excessive thinness made him resemble a vampire from a novel.

And if Li Xiaoyao saw this person, he would definitely recognize the man at a glance.

The man's name was Lian Ping, and he had appeared at Lin Yuanyuan's birthday party before.

At that birthday party, because a waiter accidentally spilled drinks on him, he slapped the waiter across the face. Later, Li Xiaoyao stepped in to solve the issue and, incidentally, extorted Lian Ping for two hundred thousand yuan.

However, Li Xiaoyao had been busy with other matters and had forgotten about Lian Ping, not even bothering to collect the two hundred thousand yuan.

"Hey, look, isn't that Yuanyuan?" Suddenly, a man pointed towards the not-too-distant place, and the other men immediately turned to look.

"It really is Yuanyuan."

"Eh, who's the man with Yuanyuan?"

"Doesn't he know how important today's charity auction is? Showing up in just jeans and a shirt is really disrespectful."

Lian Ping recognized Li Xiaoyao in an instant, and his body trembled on the spot.

Ever since Li Xiaoyao had taught him a lesson, Lian Ping always harbored a grudge. He wanted revenge, but every time he remembered Li Xiaoyao's ferocious gaze while teaching him a lesson, the little courage that had sprung up in Lian Ping's heart would vanish in an instant.

He had not expected to encounter Li Xiaoyao here today.

Lian Ping's eyes darkened as he thought to himself, "You mere driver, how dare you humiliate me like this! Today, I will make you understand, in this world, it's not about whose fists are bigger. Money is the real power!"

Although Lian Ping didn't dare to take revenge on Li Xiaoyao, he had thoroughly investigated Li Xiaoyao's background and knew that his real identity was nothing more than a mere driver.

"What, Yuanyuan is acting coy with that man!" The men saw Lin Yuanyuan's teeth-gritting expression towards Li Xiaoyao, and they immediately assumed she was being coquettish.

"Damn it, who is that guy? How dare he get so close to Yuanyuan!"

The group of men immediately became furious.

Seeing Li Xiaoyao unwittingly draw the ire of everyone, Lian Ping felt a surge of happiness inside and said, "Oh, I happen to know a bit about that guy."

"You know him? Quick, tell us, what's that guy's background?"

"Being able to attend the auction, his background must not be small."

Lian Ping shook his head, smiled contemptuously, and said, "He's just a driver."

Immediately, several young men and women echoed, "Right, he indeed is just a driver. I saw him once at Yuanyuan's birthday party."

As several people revealed Li Xiaoyao's identity, the crowd instantly exploded.

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"A driver!"

"Are you kidding? How can a driver enter such a high-class event? And dressed so casually at that."

"Even if he's a driver, he should at least wear a suit—it's the bare minimum respect."

Lian Ping reminded, "The point isn't whether he's wearing a suit or not, but rather, he's just a driver, a mere driver. Today's auction is not somewhere a driver should be."

"Right, Lian Ping is correct, this driver has no right to be here at today's auction, damn, I'm going to throw him out right now," one man impulsively said.

Lian Ping quickly stopped him, saying, "Don't be rash, I have a better idea."

"What idea?" everyone eagerly asked.

Lian Ping's face revealed a sly smile, and his eyes sparkled cunningly as he said, "Why use an ox-cleaver to kill a chicken? To deal with a driver, why should we get involved? Wouldn't that be beneath our status?"

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