Chapter 64: When Money Comes Easily, Anxiety Follows

So that’s what he’s afraid of? Lu Mengyao rolled her eyes. She’d thought Cheng Yao genuinely wanted to buy her a house, but it turned out he just wanted to keep her as his secret mistress. As expected, men are all the same.

She immediately switched from being an emotional woman to putting on her “sweet and innocent” act. “Buying a house outright... isn’t that a bit much?”

Cheng Yao couldn’t be bothered to respond. He contacted Fang Ting and headed straight for Cloud Residence at Half-Mountain.

Fang Ting, upon receiving his call, rushed over in her red Mazda. She had actually taken the day off to meet with other clients, but fortune had fallen from the sky.

Working overtime for free? Of course, she’d do it!

By the time Cheng Yao and Lu Mengyao arrived at Cloud Residence, Fang Ting was already waiting at the entrance.

“Mr. Cheng, hello, hello!”

“I remember there are still units available in Building 12, right?”

“Yes, yes, there are plenty of units left in Building 12. Please, come inside. Would you like something to eat?” Fang Ting’s enthusiasm was boundless as she welcomed them in.

She glanced at Lu Mengyao, thinking she must be his girlfriend. But she didn’t ask—too many questions lead to trouble. She just stuck to what she was supposed to do. After all, some businessmen did buy houses for their mistresses in all sorts of places.

Of course, she didn’t mean Cheng Yao. He looked so young—probably still in college. How could he possibly be up to anything so sordid?

Cheng Yao politely declined. “No need, let’s just look at the apartment. I’m familiar with the process. The same layout as last time.”

“All right, I’ll go get the key. Please wait a moment.” Fang Ting’s heart raced with excitement—if things kept going like this, she might just make it to deputy manager!

She had really stumbled upon a gold mine!

Once she fetched the keys, they all headed to Building 12. Fang Ting said, “I heard something happened over in your building yesterday. The police even showed up, or so the sales team was saying.”

“Yeah, someone was caught cheating...”

“That’s right, apparently Mr. Li’s wife had an affair. The man got beaten into the hospital, I heard. They’ll have to go through a legal divorce now...”

“In cases like that, can the woman get any of the property?”

“It depends whose name is on the deed, and what evidence there is, really. I’m not too sure...”

Lu Mengyao pulled a strange face. No wonder Cheng Yao was so eager to buy her a house.

So he’s afraid his girlfriend will catch him.

He’s so bold when it comes to me, but now he’s scared!

Ha—

Men!

Cheng Yao was both amused and exasperated. “The soundproofing over there is terrible. I could hear everything from the next room.”

“That’s because those rooms are meant for guests and relatives, so to save space, the developer cut corners on soundproofing. Quite a few clients have complained about it already. But that’s on the developer. We’re trying to make up for it—handing out cash gifts in the owners’ group during the holidays and such...”

Cheng Yao thought it was nice they were at least making amends, unlike some property managers and security guards who act like they’re more important than government officials. He wasn’t talking about all of them, just the overbearing ones.

This complex was pretty good—full of young people, easy to communicate, none of those grumpy, middle-aged types with nothing better to do.

They chatted as they took the elevator up. Fang Ting unlocked the door. The layout was identical to the neighboring unit.

“The facilities and amenities here are exactly the same as next door,” Fang Ting explained. “It’s 162 square meters, total price five million nine hundred eighty thousand.”

“Take your time and look around.”

“Mm...” Lu Mengyao wandered through the space. She didn’t bother going to Cheng Yao’s place; this one really was spacious, and the luxury finishings looked impressive.

Fang Ting stood by, her professional smile in place, sizing up Lu Mengyao and Cheng Yao. They made a good-looking couple.

Lu Mengyao was a little speechless. Maybe she really should just move in here.

But she only dared to think about it. She couldn’t possibly tell anyone about her relationship with Cheng Yao, let alone her parents.

In truth, she couldn’t find anything to complain about. What more could she want? A hundred and sixty square meters—her family home was only a hundred and five.

“I don’t have any special requests. It’s really nice.”

A six-million-yuan apartment—this was even wilder than getting a Porsche. He’d spent almost ten million on her, and she had no idea what Cheng Yao was after.

But since he was giving it, she would accept it. There was no reason not to.

After leaving the elevator, Fang Ting chuckled. “Mr. Cheng, you two are so efficient—it’s like rich people buy houses the way regular folks buy groceries, no fuss at all...”

“Just an investment,” Cheng Yao replied, finding an excuse. “Starting a business is like throwing money into the water. It’s better to buy a few properties and wait for them to appreciate. The development here is decent, should go up in value, right?”

Fang Ting thought that made sense. These days, starting a business was tough—there was almost no space left after industry consolidation.

“This place is really close to University Town, and there’s a hospital being built across the street. Once the elementary and middle schools open up around here, prices are sure to rise. The location is excellent, otherwise the price wouldn’t be this high. After all, it’s Xianlin.”

Back at the sales center, Fang Ting drafted the contract and had Lu Mengyao sign.

Host: Cheng Yao

Attractiveness: 84

Skills: Guitar, Exceptional Hearing

Wealth: 10,620,000

Girlfriends: Zhang Ya (bound), Lu Mengyao (bound)

Nearly six million spent in one swipe, and with the tenfold cashback coming that evening, money was just too easy. He felt no burden, no strong emotion at all; at first, he’d been excited, his heart pounding, but now he couldn’t even be bothered to get worked up.

Money really did go fast.

Cheng Yao paid by card, collected the complimentary gifts amid curious stares, and left.

“Sis Fang, he’s been here before, right?”

“His family has money—he’s buying for investment...”

“That’s over ten million for two apartments! Just how rich is his family? Who spends like this without billions to spare?”

The female sales staff gossiped as they gathered. Fang Ting prepared some gifts—though he hadn’t asked for any, it was customary to give a token of appreciation.

Leaving the sales center, walking down the street, Lu Mengyao felt a sense of unreality.

She actually owned a home now.

She, who’d had nothing, now had not only a two-million-yuan Porsche, but a six-million-yuan luxury residence as well. She’d reached the pinnacle of life.

The more she thought about it, the more unsettled she felt.

She began to wonder if she really deserved such wealth. All she had was her body—it felt like her virtue didn’t match her position.

Even if Cheng Yao found her attractive, one day he’d get tired.

“Cheng Yao, I’m thinking of signing up for a yoga class, and maybe a foreign language course...”

She wanted something to keep herself busy, to fool herself a little.

Cheng Yao was a little surprised. “That’s a good idea. If you need money, just ask me.”

As far as he was concerned, as long as Lu Mengyao wasn’t fooling around behind his back, anything she needed for her material life he would provide.

After all, it was what she deserved.

His feelings toward Lu Mengyao were complicated. His motives weren’t exactly pure, but sometimes he found himself feeling something different.

Even people get attached to their pets—how much more so to a person?

Cheng Yao forced himself not to dwell on it. Just live as usual.

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