Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

Dayi Villa was built against a mountain.

It was entirely custom-designed by a famous master, appearing like three stacked boxes from above, each level twisting in a different direction.

From every angle, one could capture the breathtaking views.

The first thing that caught one’s eye was the Qi School’s sculptures and the water features of the garden.

As one entered the first-floor foyer, a three-meter-high Rococo crystal chandelier hung above.

The house also had a private elevator for the master, directly outside both the male master’s Zen tea room

and the large outdoor swimming pool outside the female master’s room, where one could swim while overlooking the scenic beauty of the mountains.

No wonder his wife insisted on buying this house—it truly was beautiful.

Every corner displayed a luxurious yet unpretentious perfect charm.

In such a big house, eating a Chinese and Western dinner, could you imagine that feeling?

Compared to the chaos of the snack street they had visited before, Xiao Danchun suddenly thought it was no wonder Old Chen had previously not touched his chopsticks.

Both she and her cousin were dazzled by such a mansion.

The internet once posed a quite interesting question.

Question: How many years would one need to work to buy a villa in Guangzhou?

Answer: If you earn six thousand a month, that’s seventy-two thousand a year, the distance from a mansion villa is about two thousand five hundred years.

That’s like starting to work from the era of Qin Shi Huang without eating or drinking and still being five hundred years short from the time Sun Wukong was suppressed.

Now, Xiao Danchun was actually very nervous.

Different from her nervousness, her cousin’s boyfriend was immediately excited.

"Mr. Chen, I don’t know if you’re into cryptocurrencies?"

He was making a deliberate effort to find a topic, quite a shift from his attitude at the snack street previously.

Out of politeness, Chen Pingsheng replied, "No, I don’t."

"What a pity, Mr. Chen you don’t know how hot the crypto scene is right now…"

Seeing that he wanted to continue with a lengthy explanation, Chen Pingsheng interrupted him, "What’s there to pity, for someone who doesn’t make over three hundred thousand a year, you think you have the right to discuss pity with me?"

"You’re trying to teach me about that so-called crypto scene?"

The serious yet puzzled expression made Xiao Danchun’s cousin wish she could vanish into the ground.

Her boyfriend was obviously trying to use his cousin’s connection to strike up a conversation.

The thought was amusing; this kind of house had just been purchased, and it was his first time staying here.

What did a man who drove a secondhand BMW and was still paying off its loan think he could teach others?

No wonder he was bluntly contradicted.

"That absolutely wasn’t my intention, I just thought…"

"Alright, don’t say anymore."

The cousin pulled him to quickly sit down, her boyfriend visibly unhappy.

Chen Pingsheng couldn’t care less about them; his time was limited, and since he had confirmed this woman was the one his brother Gao Hu was looking for,

he had to elevate her status and social circle before anyone else.

Otherwise, she would never be able to fit into the circle that included Gao Hu and himself.

"Miss Xiao, my brother Gao Hu isn’t getting any younger. He is the president and founder of the Fei Yangyang Catering Group, I believe you’ve heard about Fei Yangyang in Guangdong."

Xiao Danchun indeed had heard about it; it was the favorite place to dine out for the people at her factory.

Fei Yangyang was located in major cities all across Guangdong, she hadn’t expected it was Old Gao who owned it.

That was quite unexpected.

Gao Hu said, "I didn’t lie to you, did I? I’m just a cook who happened to start a publicly traded company as well."

After all, he had deceived her for two months, and if he didn’t show some sincerity then, would he really think the girl was foolish?

Xiao Danchun now felt like those drama series heroines who date an older, mature man

only to find out one day that he claims to be the owner of a publicly traded company,

bigger than her factory’s owner!

This feeling, it was quite unexpected.

Xiao Danchun found it very hard to digest this information at once, so Chen Pingsheng suggested she go upstairs to find a room to rest.

After she had slept for a night, Chen Pingsheng would then talk to her in detail.

Her cousin shared a room with her; her boyfriend naturally wanted to stay over as well, but alas, the housekeeper wouldn’t let him into the room.

He had no choice but to leave indignantly, still driving his second-hand BMW.

The next day when he came back,

the villa was still the same villa, yet it seemed completely different.

Yesterday there were just a few cars, but today, there were two big Phantoms parked outside.

One was a convertible, and the other was a 5.99-meter super-long Phantom.

The grandeur was beyond imagination.

Next to it, there was also a soft-top convertible white Bentley Continental parked.

The day before, they had said they would give it to Xiao Danchun, that naive girl, and today it really arrived.

It wasn’t just that, even the house was arranged for her by Chen Pingsheng. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

In their social circle, cars were tools, but houses were a matter of dignity.

If Xiao Danchun didn’t have these things, how could she fit in?

A decent three-bedroom and one-living-room in the center of Guangzhou typically had prices starting at over a hundred thousand.

The house Chen Pingsheng gave her was a 168-square-meter three-bedroom and two-living-room fully furnished unit.

It cost 18 million on the ground.

The car was relatively cheaper, also costing over three million.

Reality isn’t like dramas; when an ordinary girl was faced with this scene, there was no crying or making a scene. Experience more on empire

Saying things like ’I want to break up with you, you deceived me,’ etc.

Such notions could only come from a scriptwriter with a brain-short-circuit!

A normal person would be too happy to sleep.

Even if Xiao Danchun was naive, it was the same.

A house worth 18 million, with her own annual salary of seventy-two thousand, not eating or drinking, she would still need to work for 250 years.