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Manager Zhou led the way, and when he pushed open the door of Villa No. 1, his movements were as light as if he were opening the door of a museum exhibition hall.

Zhang Yifan stood at the doorway, then paused for a moment.

In his eighteen years of life, the most spacious place he had ever lived was the living room of his old, dilapidated apartment, which was crammed full with a sofa, a coffee table, and a TV cabinet.

The living room of the house in front of him right now is bigger than his entire house.

A three-tiered crystal chandelier hangs from the high dome, its light refracting from countless facets and spreading across the off-white marble floor like shattered stars.

The floor-to-ceiling windows open onto a private garden with a neatly trimmed lawn. In the corner stands a ginkgo tree with a straight trunk and leaves that gleam green in the sunlight.

The island in the open kitchen is large enough to be used as a dining table. Although the wine cabinet is empty, each shelf is illuminated with warm yellow LED strips, as if it has been prepared for the owner to fill it up.

Manager Zhou's voice rang out at the opportune moment, his tone carrying just the right amount of pride:

"Mr. Zhang, this villa has three floors, two above ground and one below, with a total area of ​​680 square meters."

The whole-house smart home system has been tested and debugged. All lights, curtains, air conditioners, and underfloor heating can be controlled via mobile phone or voice.

Both the fresh air system and water purification system are imported brands, and the kitchen and bathroom facilities are fully equipped, so you can move in anytime with just your belongings.

As he spoke, he led Zhang Yifan inside, explaining the function of each room as he opened a door.

The first floor consists of a living room, dining room, kitchen, tea room, and a guest bedroom with an ensuite bathroom.

The tea room's floor-to-ceiling windows face the garden, and a root-carved tea table sits by the window, on which sits an unopened set of purple clay teapots.

The second floor consists of a master suite, two secondary bedrooms, and a study.

The master bedroom's walk-in closet is even larger than Zhang Yifan's current bedroom. The bathtub in the master bathroom is next to the floor-to-ceiling window, and the ginkgo tree outside just blocks the window, creating a quiet green shade.

The bookshelves in the study were empty, but the desk was already set up. It was a two-meter-long solid wood table with two hidden sockets embedded in the tabletop.

The basement level houses a home theater, gym, and wine cellar.

The starry sky ceiling in the home theater looks like a miniature galaxy inverted on the ceiling the moment the sensor lights come on. The leather sofa is so wide that it can be used as a bed, and the screen takes up an entire wall.

Zhang Yifan stood at the door of the audiovisual room, looking at the slowly lighting starry sky ceiling, and remained silent for a long time.

He recalled the cold announcement from the system: "You live in a partitioned room in a shantytown with a monthly rent of three hundred yuan, without even a decent bathroom."

At that time, he was still cursing the system and wishing it dead in his heart.

He stands here now, with constant floor heating beneath his feet, an artificial starry sky above him, and a bank card with an eight-figure balance in his pocket.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging heat in his heart, and his expression remained calm.

Shen Zhiyi followed behind him without saying a word, but her eyes never stopped scanning him.

She also lives in Yujingyuan, so she is no stranger to villas.

However, because of her father's status, her family deliberately kept the decoration understated, using mid-range brands for furniture, choosing simple lighting fixtures, and even avoiding overly flashy colors for the curtains.

The luxury of the villa in front of her far exceeded her expectations.

Their whole-house smart home system is more than a generation ahead of hers; it's far ahead!

She couldn't help but glance at Zhang Yifan, wondering how much she didn't know about this man.

Manager Zhou led them back to the living room on the first floor, took a document from his briefcase, and respectfully handed it to Zhang Yifan with both hands:

"Mr. Zhang, all the materials have been prepared for you: the purchase contract, the property registration application, and the property agreement. You just need to sign them."

The key and access card are in this envelope. The property management has already entered your information. From now on, you can simply use facial recognition to enter and exit the community, and this kind of misunderstanding will never happen again.

When he said his last sentence, his voice unconsciously dropped half a beat, clearly still feeling guilty about the farce that had just happened at the door.

Zhang Yifan took the document, flipped through it, and signed his name in the signature column.

The sound of the pen nib gliding across the paper was particularly crisp in the quiet living room. After finishing the last stroke, he returned the document to Manager Zhou.

Manager Zhou accepted it with both hands and carefully checked the signature.

Then he put away the documents, took out a gold-embossed business card from his pocket, placed it on the coffee table, took two steps back, and bowed slightly.

"Then I'll take my leave now."

Mr. Zhang, please feel free to call me anytime if you need anything. My phone is on 24/7.

Please take your time reading this.

After saying that, he tactfully turned and left, gently closing the door behind him.

Only two people remained in the large living room.

Zhang Yifan walked to the sofa and plopped down on it.

The sofa is made of genuine leather, soft and bouncy, and sinking into it feels like being enveloped in a warm cloud.

He leaned the back of his head against the sofa back, let out a long breath, and stared blankly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

After a long while, he muttered, "It really is mine now."

Shen Zhiyi stood beside the sofa, looking down at him as he sank into the sofa, staring blankly at the crystal chandelier.

Looking at his face, I saw not a boastful or smug expression, but a sense of relief that "I've finally landed."

The question in her mind grew stronger and stronger.

How could a person change so much in less than a month?

She knew the Zhang Yifan from before, and was even more aware of his past actions.

Is the boy who chased after Lin Wanqing for a whole year and was called a "lickspittle" by the whole class really the same person as the one sitting in the leather sofa of Villa No. 1 who signed his name and bought a 680-square-meter luxury house?

Did he buy this villa himself? Did his family buy it? Or does he have some kind of background that others don't know about?

She suddenly realized that she knew almost nothing about this boy. All she knew was that he was the only one who could beat her, but she had never seriously thought about who he actually was.

Her gaze was drawn to a piano in the corner of the living room.

It was a black grand piano, with a long, slender body and legs with elegant curves, standing quietly beside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the piano lid and making the lacquer surface shine.

She recognized the brand and the model; her upright piano was from the same brand, but it was a much lower-end model.

The price of this piano is probably enough to buy several of the upright pianos she owns.

She had practiced since she was a child and had held countless practice pianos in the music room. There weren't many pianos that could make her hands itch at just a glance, but with this one, her fingers unconsciously curled at her side, as if she was already imagining the feel of the keys.

"Play if you want," Zhang Yifan's voice came from the sofa.