If you were cold and aloof in your past life, why are you crying in this one?

"Erlang, your grandmother is a big believer in feng shui. She chose this house for me, and even I have no choice but to follow her advice."

"I'm really caught in a dilemma right now."

Wang Yun originally insisted on having this house, but now that someone else is vying for it, she has to have it.

Otherwise, it would seem as if she were afraid.

Showing weakness is a big no-no.

"Jiro?"

Wang Yun called out to her nephew, who seemed lost in thought, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Wang Jue's gaze held a deeper meaning. "Did my aunt run into that girl from the Xi family?"

"Not yet, it's just a message from the broker, but it's already easy to see that woman's arrogance; I heard she's going to the brokerage tomorrow to pay her dues, this is her last chance. Erlang, would you accompany your aunt tomorrow?"

"I guarantee that as long as you show your face, you don't need to say anything else, and the other party will obediently hand over the house."

Wang Jue remained silent.

"Erlang? Do you have any important business to attend to tomorrow?"

Wang Jue desperately hoped he had it, but it seemed he didn't.

"Alright, you and your aunt will go tomorrow and teach them a lesson."

Okay, let's deflate their egos.

It's uncertain who will kill whom.

Wang Jue belatedly realized that he had been inflating Xi Lingxian's prestige and diminishing his own ambition.

He found it strange.

Why couldn't he handle her?

What's there to be afraid of?

Xi Wen had also heard about the changes in the house purchase, and he was a little worried. The next day, Xi Lingxian went alone to pay the final payment, and he went with her.

The brokerage firm was located on Changmen Street, on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

Xi Lingxian felt it was better to avoid trouble, so she went early, paid the money and got the house and land deeds. The deed was done, what could the other party do?

Are you suggesting we rob the Xi family mansion?

With this in mind, she left home very early.

The gilded carriage with its canopy stopped in front of the brokerage firm. Xi Wen dismounted first and personally moved a stool to the side of the carriage. Xi Lingxian, supported by her maid, slowly descended the steps.

Today she wore a peach-pink cross-collar wide-sleeved ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress). The ruqun was tailored to fit her perfectly, with a dark pattern of intertwined crabapple blossoms embroidered on the cross-collar, the stitches fine and luxurious. The wide, flowing sleeves fluttered as she walked. A light pink brocade belt of the same color was tied around her waist, and a mutton-fat jade pendant hung from her side. The jade was warm and translucent, and it shimmered with soft light when she moved gently. The skirt was a layered peach-pink gauze skirt with a flowing hem, adorned with extremely fine silver thread patterns. When the wind blew, the gauze skirt fluttered lightly, like peach blossoms in full bloom in spring, bright and lively.

Her jet-black hair was meticulously tied up, with two wisps of hair hanging loosely at her temples. A red-gold hairpin with kingfisher feathers and three strings of tiny pearls dangled from the center of her hair, swaying gently with every movement, sparkling brilliantly. On either side of her hair was a red-gold hairpin with intertwined peach blossoms, the head of which was inlaid with a pigeon-blood ruby. A pearl flower ornament was pasted on her forehead, and a pair of red-gold earrings inlaid with pink shells hung from her earlobes.

With every gesture, the jewelry jingled softly, its clear and melodious sound perfectly showcasing the unbridled spirit in her eyes and the arrogance in her brows.

Despite being a delicate pink, the way she wore it gave her an air of noble elegance that seemed to look down on everyone else.

Xi Wen glanced at it only once before hurriedly lowering his eyes, not daring to look any longer.

The interior of the brokerage firm was simply furnished, but the presence of the two people seated there added an air of imposing nobility and authority.

Wang Jue sat at the head of the table, his brows and eyes indifferent yet sharp, exuding an imposing aura without anger, and the surrounding air seemed to quiet down because of him.

He wore a moon-white, cross-collared, wide-sleeved robe without any superfluous embroidery, except for faint silver thread embroidery of swirling clouds on the collar and cuffs. The wide sleeves hung down, accentuating his tall and elegant figure. A plain silver belt inlaid with black jade was tied around his waist, and he wore a matching straight-hemmed deep robe. Every detail of his attire was extremely simple and elegant, yet it could not conceal the noble aura that placed him above everyone else.

Wang Yun was dressed in an elegant and noblewoman's attire, while Xu Yurong sat beside her mother, the two of them slowly sipping tea.

A series of light footsteps approached from afar, and a bright, dazzling peach-pink color suddenly caught my eye.

Wang Jue's normally indifferent eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.

The woman walking down the corridor was dressed in a bright pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), as vibrant as peach blossoms in spring. Her eyebrows and eyes were arrogant and proud, and her steps were light and quick, like a colorful butterfly fluttering its wings, or a young phoenix with its wings just beginning to grow. She was so proud that she looked down on everyone, and her whole body exuded a wild and unrestrained sharpness.

He's still the same as always, nothing surprising.

Before he could look away, everyone in the brokerage, who had been sitting idly, all turned their attention to the pink-clad figure.

The brokers, the scions of noble families and ordinary scholars who came to see the house, all stared at it with undisguised admiration or curiosity.

Wang Jue frowned slightly and tapped the table lightly with his fingertips.

Xi Lingxian saw the man sitting in the center almost as soon as she entered the pharmacy. She was stunned for a moment, then let out a soft snort.

Xi Wen: "Young Master Wang?"

Wang Jue nodded: "Deputy General Xi."

Wang Yun stared blankly, while Xu Yurong clenched her teeth.

Who could have imagined that the arrogant and domineering Xi family girl, who was supposed to be so haughty, would be so breathtakingly beautiful?

She looks like a noblewoman who grew up in a wealthy family and was raised on mountains of gold and silver.

Xi Lingxian looked at the broker and said, "I'm here to pay the final payment. Bring me the house deed and land deed."

Wang Yun coughed twice. "Miss Xi? I've come here to formally discuss something with you. My mother's feng shui has determined this house to be the best choice; nothing else will do. Could you please be accommodating and give it up? I'm willing to pay more money, and I'll also cover the hiring fees for the house you buy next. What do you say?"

With her powerful nephew sitting beside her, and the renowned Langya Wang clan in attendance, Wang Yun was certain that this young girl would not dare to disrespect her again.

Xi Lingxian smiled, her attitude still friendly, "If it were anything else, it would be fine, but my family has a legitimate use for this house, so we really can't give it up."

Wang Yun's eyes widened, somewhat doubting her ears.

"Jiro?"

The person whose name was called slowly raised their eyes.

Xi Lingxian preemptively struck, "The Langya Wang family is a family of scholars. It's just a house; why are you still making such a fuss?"

Xu Yurong quickly said, "Miss Xi, don't worry, we won't let you suffer a loss for nothing. No matter how much money you want, we will not lower the price."

"My maternal grandmother longed for this auspicious land, and she wouldn't be at peace if we didn't buy it."

"I have a proper use for this house, so I can't give it up. I didn't intentionally make things difficult for anyone." Xi Lingxian felt that her temper had improved.

"What use are you?"

Xi Lingxian originally wanted to say it was for her sworn brother to get married, but then she thought that Xi Wen was the adopted son of the Xi family, and that it would not be able to suppress the two people in front of her who were obviously sycophantic.

She changed the subject, saying, "My father said he would make it as a dowry for me."

"Making a dowry is just for show. You'll definitely be living in your husband's house in the future, and the dowry won't be used for living. What house won't do? Miss Xi, you should always leave yourself a way out. You can give up something, so why can't you do it for her?"

"Who said I don't live here? I'm planning to have a son-in-law move in. My future husband and I will both live in this house. Otherwise, why would I insist on buying it by the Qingxi River? It's all so that I can be closer to my father and brothers."

Wang Yun was dumbfounded. A marriage proposal?

This reason is so absurd it's outrageous.

"You're just being unreasonable! I think you just don't want to give in."

"This house has always been mine. It's a favor if I give it up, and it's my right not to. Why are you acting as if it's my fault?"

Wang Yun almost choked on her breath, her fingers trembling with anger.

"You, you, whose daughter would talk back to her elders like this? I need to ask your parents, what kind of good upbringing do you have?"

Xi Lingxian paused, her tone turning cold, "If what you say is true, then I must also ask Grand Commandant Wang, is bullying and relentlessly pestering others the proper upbringing of the Langya Wang clan?"

Wang Yun was furious. She grabbed her nephew, who was unusually silent, and said, "Erlang, someone's bullying our family! Are you just going to stand by and do nothing?"

Not wanting things to escalate, Xi Wen tried to smooth things over: "Sister-in-law, why don't we just let it go? It's not like it has to be this way..."

This house is for him to use when he gets married, so he has some say in the matter.

Changing to someone else wouldn't be a big deal; he didn't want to cause trouble for his godfather.

Xi Lingxian glared at him angrily, "Are you made of clay?"

"Are you practically slapping me in the face? You expect me to back down?"

"You're just giving away your house like that? Where did your fighting spirit go?"

The last sentence, neither too loud nor too soft, drifted into the ears of everyone present.

Just now, the phrase "recruiting a son-in-law to live with one's wife" was used with great force, but now it's said that the house belongs to Xi Wen.

Anyone with a discerning eye would immediately connect the dots.

Just a few breaths.

Xi Wen suddenly noticed that the way the young master Wang was looking at him was a little different.

Xi Lingxian had no idea how much of a storm her casual remark had stirred up in other people's hearts.

She crossed her arms and glared at the broker. Seeing that she was not afraid, the broker simply brought out the house deeds and land deeds.

Xi Lingxian counted out the silver notes and paid the remaining balance.

Xu Yurong's voice was as soft as honey, "Cousin, say something! For your sake, Miss Xi might..."

Xi Lingxian was startled, and suddenly got goosebumps all over her body.

Wang Jue seemed to have just been awakened, and slowly began to move.

He put his hands behind his back and suddenly leaned close to Xi Lingxian.

Xi Wen instinctively stepped in front of him, saying, "Young Master Wang, there is a difference between men and women. Please show some respect."

Wang Jue's eyes were dark and chilling.

"I have something to discuss with Miss Xi privately."

Xi Lingxian showed no mercy, saying, "I have nothing to say to you."

The last trace of indifference in Wang Jue's eyes completely vanished, his cold gaze suddenly darkened, and a fierce aura exploded from his body.

Before anyone could see his movements clearly, he formed his right palm and, with the force of a gust of wind, struck directly at Xi Wen's shoulder.

Xi Wen immediately twisted his waist sharply, swiftly dodging to the side and narrowly avoiding the fierce attack.

In the instant she dodged the attack, Wang Jue had already moved to Xi Lingxian's side, his well-defined knuckles suddenly reaching out and firmly grasping her wrist before she could react.

Before anyone in the hall could make a sound, two figures suddenly leaped up. Wang Jue, with Xi Lingxian by the waist, moved as fast as the wind, passing through the main hall of the brokerage firm in an instant and heading straight for a secluded side room.

Everyone in the hall froze in place, their faces filled with astonishment.