My absurd experiences in North America over the years

"This is your moment of glory," Li Fu said with a smile and a slight shrug. "If I spoil it beforehand, wouldn't the surprise be greatly diminished?"

Taylor Swift didn't ask him why he knew in advance; she just looked at him with affection.

Because in her view, this was God's best arrangement. He knew her very well and often knew what she was thinking, and the relationship or feelings between the two of them stemmed from this.

Why do I even know? Does it matter?

No, that doesn't matter at all. What matters is that he's taking me for a drive right now, sharing this joy together.

The convertible sports car drove north along the Pacific Coast Highway. The road lights became fewer and fewer, and the sea stretched out to their right, with the bright moonlight pouring down, flickering with the rise and fall of the waves.

The night breeze swept in from both sides, carrying the salty smell of the sea and the unique coolness of the night.

Taylor Swift leaned against the passenger seat, her coat draped over her lap, her long gold dress shimmering softly in the night.

"Are you cold?" Li Fu asked with concern, turning his head slightly.

Taylor Swift's blonde hair was blown about by the wind, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks, and her face was flushed from the alcohol.

She shook her head. "It's not cold, it's just right. Where do we go now?"

"You'll see when we get there," Li Fu said with a smile.

"What are you going to do?" Taylor Swift hugged her arms tightly, feigning panic. "You're not going to take me to the middle of nowhere and take me for yourself, are you?"

"You guessed that?" Li Fu's playful side emerged, and he feigned ruthlessness. "You'd better behave yourself. I'm notorious in gangs, and I'm known for my ruthless methods against women. People call me Tian Boguang, the Flower Thief. If you don't behave... hehe..."

"Who is Tian Boguang? Is he your friend?" Taylor Swift's focus was quite peculiar.

"No, is that the point?" Li Fu had just deliberately emphasized his infamous reputation and ruthless nature.

"Then what's the point?" Taylor Swift snorted.

"Sister, I'm a notorious womanizer. What's the point of what you're saying? And can't you show me some respect? Why are you talking to me like that?"

"A petty flower thief with a notorious reputation?" Taylor Swift rolled her eyes, clearly not understanding what "flower thief" meant.

It would be strange if the other party could understand Li Fu's direct translation of the English.

"A flower thief?" He couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at? You yourself said you were a flower thief," Taylor Swift said, moving closer to Li Fu, her breathing clearly audible.

At this moment, the car turned from the main road onto a side road, and the shadows of the trees on both sides gradually became denser, almost completely blocking out the moonlight.

"Huh? Where am I? You're not really going to tie me up, are you?"

She said that, but she wasn't afraid at all. Instead, she started looking around, trying to find out where they were.

The car was going quite fast at this point, and soon it reached another bend. As the sports car drove through the bend, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a vast expanse of sea.

The moonlight poured down again, and in the distance, a wrought iron gate could be seen at the end of the road. Neatly trimmed hedges lined both sides of the gate, and a brass address plate was embedded in the gatepost, gleaming with a dark golden light under the car headlights.

This is actually a luxurious mountain villa with a sea view.

Li Fu stopped the car, pressed a button on the remote control, and the iron gate slowly opened. Tall palm trees were planted on both sides of the driveway, their canopies swaying gently in the night breeze, casting long shadows on the ground under the moonlight.

At the end of the driveway stands a white-walled building with large floor-to-ceiling windows on its main facade. Moonlight bathes the windows, making the entire building appear to glow.

Taylor Swift sat up straight instantly, looking at Li Fu in surprise.

Li Fu shouldn't have owned any property, otherwise he wouldn't be staying in a high-end suite at a hotel.

The main villa is quite large, with three floors. The front has a row of floor-to-ceiling windows, and the second floor has a spacious terrace. Several low-power warm-colored floor lamps are lit along the edge of the terrace, outlining the outline of the entire house in a gentle and clear way.

Just then, the sea breeze swept through the side of the house, rustling the treetops in the yard and making a soft, rustling sound.

Taylor Swift looked around and found that the whole yard was very large. In the front yard there was a heated swimming pool and a viewing platform overlooking the valley and the Pacific Ocean, while in the back yard there was a tennis court and a basketball court on each side...

There's even a helicopter landing pad.

This area is probably four acres, luxuriously furnished, and extremely private.

Those in the know can immediately recognize this as the pinnacle of Malibu oceanfront properties, situated on a private ridge in Ramirez Canyon—a mansion among mansions.

Even though pre-sales were hampered by the subprime crisis, the price was still as high as 20 million US dollars.

The wealthy population in North America may be constantly changing, like a metabolism, but the overall number doesn't seem to be greatly affected.

In this affluent neighborhood, even entry-level mountain-view homes start at at least $200 million, and the views are often limited, with the houses potentially requiring renovations, yet people still want to move in.

Mid-range villas range from 600 million to 1200 million, featuring swimming pools and spacious courtyards, and offering significantly better views overlooking the sea or valleys. This is probably the kind of accommodations some celebrities or corporate executives own.

The top-of-the-line villa that Li Fu was standing in was, strictly speaking, an estate. In later generations, such properties would be rare and would be quickly bought up through private channels once they were put up for sale.

However, the real estate market is currently impacted by the financial crisis, with many properties listed for sale and newly developed properties struggling to sell.

He carefully selected the spot with the best view.

"Let's go! Let's go inside and take a look," Li Fu said, pulling Taylor Swift's wrist as they walked up the steps and pushed open the door.

The living room is larger than it appears from the outside, with a ceiling height of over eight meters. When two people stand in the center of the atrium and look up at the curved corridor railing on the second floor, they have the illusion of standing in the hall of a small museum.

A row of warm-colored spotlights is embedded in the domed ceiling, illuminating the entire space, and the overall decoration is a minimalist luxury style.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor were open, and the sea breeze rushed in from the balcony, causing the curtains to billow in the wind.

The room was sparsely furnished, with a light gray sofa set, a low coffee table, and a grand piano in the corner.

The piano is positioned directly opposite the floor-to-ceiling window, and sitting on the piano bench, you can look up and see the sea at the foot of the mountain.

"Did you just buy this?" Taylor Swift turned to look at Li Fu.

"Yes," Li Fu nodded gently.

"That suits you quite well," Taylor Swift said with a slight smile. "So, what's your purpose in suddenly bringing me to your house so late at night?"

"It might not be my house," Li Fu shook his head. He wrapped his arms around Taylor Swift's waist. "This is your prize gift. From now on, it's your house, not mine."

"Huh? For me?" Taylor Swift was very surprised, never expecting tonight to be so romantic.

Even for a superstar like her who earns tens of millions of dollars a year, a mansion of this caliber is considered a luxury.

However, what truly made her happy was that Li Fu himself hadn't purchased any property, yet he had spent a whopping 20 million US dollars to buy her an estate.

What she cared about wasn't the house itself, but his intentions.