Chapter 101: The Nearly Thirty-Million Apartment

“Ah, none of these?” Bei Jiajia exclaimed. What could she guess next?

“Could it be… you’re planning to give a car?” she dared to suggest cautiously.

“Whoa, you’re close, but not completely,” Zhang Yang said with a smile.

It really was hard to guess correctly-hard because Bei Jiajia didn’t even dare think in that direction. A house as a gift? Not just Bei Jiajia, even Zhang Yang himself found it a little unbelievable.

“Close but not completely? So… a car and something else… it can’t be a house, right?” Bei Jiajia said, startled by her own words.

“Ha, brother-in-law, I’m just joking, don’t take it seriously,” she quickly added.

Zhang Yang didn’t respond, watching her speechless.

Bei Jiajia’s mouth fell slightly open, her heart pounding, as an impossible thought rose in her mind.

A moment later, in the hundred-plus-square-meter (~1,076+ sq ft) apartment, a sound of sheer disbelief erupted.

“It’s really a house… and a car? Oh my god, sis, did you hear that!” Bei Jiajia was completely shocked.

She knew her brother-in-law was wealthy-super wealthy-but she hadn’t expected him to be rich enough to give away both a car and a house. Was her sister about to achieve financial freedom overnight?

“Bei Wei, these past few days I kept saying I was busy. Did you think I was lying? That I was actually flirting with someone?” Zhang Yang smiled.

“No,” Bei Wei whispered softly.

“In fact, I’ve been looking at apartments these past few days, and I already have a target,” Zhang Yang continued.

“It’s a small place, just over a hundred square meters, but it’ll be your little home in Shanghai. The car isn’t extravagant-just enough to shield you from wind and rain.”

As soon as Zhang Yang finished speaking, Bei Wei immediately wrapped her soft, warm arms around him and pressed a passionate kiss to his lips.

Her eyes burned with affection and desire.

“Oh my god,” Bei Jiajia muttered from the side, stunned.

Look at this! Compared to these few words, all those eternal promises, vows of love, were nothing but fleeting clouds.

Just a few words, and not just her sister, but even she, an outsider, was moved.

This is what real love talk is! Real commitment and protection!

And the words came from such a handsome man.

“Well, I think I’ll head back first,” Bei Jiajia suddenly stood, feeling that the scene before her wasn’t quite right and wanting to slip away immediately.

The two in front of her were embracing, not even noticing her.

Bei Jiajia had no choice but to quietly sneak out herself.

In the apartment, Zhang Yang held the soft, warm Bei Wei, looking into her eyes filled with tender affection, feeling her passionate love, his own heart stirred.

Although he had anticipated Bei Wei’s reaction, the intensity of her passion still surprised him.

Thanks to the system, he had achieved a triple win.

He gained the cashback, won Bei Wei’s heart completely, and most importantly, Bei Wei’s arrangements in Shanghai were settled.

Could there be a better deal in the world?

“I feel something right now,” Bei Wei murmured, leaning against Zhang Yang’s shoulder, her cheeks flushed bright red.

“What’s that?” Zhang Yang asked, holding her close.

“That I’m so happy… really, my heart just melted, I’d give you anything,” Bei Wei said, her words overflowing with heartfelt emotion.

No tricks-pure, direct feeling.

She sank her teeth lightly into Zhang Yang’s shoulder.

“Ouch, I don’t need that much,” Zhang Yang laughed. “You just need to stay beautiful and content. You know I’m busy, so I can’t be with you every moment. Now that you’re settled, I can relax.”

“Zhang Yang,” Bei Wei suddenly said, as if making a major decision in his arms.

“Huh?” Zhang Yang looked down at her tender, loving gaze.

“Last time… didn’t you say you’d give me a baby?” Bei Wei asked boldly.

“Huh?” Zhang Yang nearly forgot about that.

“I agree. I’m willing,” the sweet girl said softly but decisively.

Of course, having a baby wasn’t realistic-Zhang Yang was still young, life was long, and he wasn’t ready-but it didn’t diminish the depth of Bei Wei’s love from last night.

The next morning, holding the soft Bei Wei, Zhang Yang didn’t want to get out of bed.

He truly didn’t want to.

Bei Wei wanted to get up but couldn’t.

The phone by the bed started ringing incessantly-it was Bei Jiajia.

Though she had gone home on her own last night, her curiosity meant Zhang Yang had anticipated she wouldn’t be able to resist calling early.

“Hello?” Bei Wei answered.

“Sis, still asleep? We’re going to look at apartments. I couldn’t sleep last night I was so excited!” Bei Jiajia’s excited voice came through.

Bei Wei immediately sat up, alert.

After getting up and washing, the two ate breakfast nearby, then got in the Cullinan to pick up Bei Jiajia.

Bei Jiajia, still with dark circles under her eyes, climbed into the back seat energetically.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Didn’t sleep well last night?” Zhang Yang asked, glancing at his energetic little sister-in-law.

“Excited. Thinking that my sister’s about to have a car and house in Shanghai… I’m thrilled… well, thrilled for my sister,” Bei Jiajia added.

She didn’t know exactly where Zhang Yang was buying the apartment, but a hundred-plus-square-meter place in Shanghai had to cost millions, and that didn’t even include the car.

Her own father had worked so hard for decades-now Bei Wei could surpass all that so easily.

“By the way, brother-in-law, where’s the apartment?” she asked.

“Xintiandi,” Zhang Yang replied casually.

“Xintiandi?!” Bei Jiajia exclaimed, her voice rising.

“Have you heard of Cuihu Tiandi in Xintiandi? I found your sister a 128-square-meter (~1,378 sq ft) apartment there. The renovation is great, barely lived in,” Zhang Yang said, smiling at Bei Wei in the passenger seat.

No need to hide anything now.

“Cuihu Tiandi?” Bei Wei stared at him, stunned.

“Yes, the same Cuihu where Tony Leung, Su Youpeng, and Ruby Lin live,” Zhang Yang teased, pinching her cheek.

“The price per square meter there is over 200,000!” Bei Wei whispered.

“Yeah, not the huge luxury apartments the celebrities buy. I picked a 128-square-meter one, perfect for you. If you like it, I’ll talk to the owner and we can finalize it today,” Zhang Yang said.

From the back seat came Bei Jiajia’s almost delirious voice.

“Over 200,000 per square meter (~18,580 per sq ft)… 128 square meters (~1,378 sq ft)… under 30 million, under 30 million!”

She slumped back, weak with excitement.

Bei Wei wasn’t far behind in shock.

She knew Zhang Yang was buying her a home, but never expected it to be in Cuihu Tiandi. Everyone knew Cuihu Tiandi-apartments often hundreds of square meters, costing over 100 million. If not a luxury apartment, what is?

“My sister’s going to live in Cuihu, as a neighbor to celebrities!” Bei Jiajia shouted excitedly from the back seat. “Sis, I’ll probably never find a husband now-with a brother-in-law like this, no guy could compare…”

Zhang Yang listened amusedly.

He’d underestimated how shocking a Cuihu apartment would be to them.

Coming from ordinary families, anyone would be overwhelmed. Bei Jiajia’s family was well-off, but facing a 30-million-yuan apartment, there was no essential difference from Bei Wei’s background.

Since he had contacted Pei Xiaoru in advance, he could just meet her at the Cuihu entrance later.

Half an hour later, Xintiandi.

At the entrance of Cuihu Tiandi Phase Three:

Zhang Yang got out of the car and immediately saw Pei Xiaoru waiting.

“Have you been waiting long?” he greeted with a smile.

Pei Xiaoru wasn’t wearing a skirt today-white shirt and blazer, looking more poised than usual.

Zhang Yang almost instinctively reached to hug her, but caught himself just in time.

“Not long, just arrived,” Pei Xiaoru replied, glancing briefly, a faint smile at the corner of her lips. Then her attention was drawn to a girl stepping out of the car.

The girl from the back seat was lively, pretty, but not the one.

Then, the passenger-side door opened, and a sweet-looking, black-haired girl got out.

“So this is your girlfriend-sweet and well-behaved. No wonder you like this type,” Pei Xiaoru observed.

“Zhang Yang,” Bei Wei stepped forward confidently, noticing the tall, poised girl as well.

Zhang Yang stood between them, one on each side.

Honestly, it was a test of composure, but Zhang Yang had a steady temperament.

“This is Pei Xiaoru, my college classmate. She works in real estate in Shanghai and helped me find this apartment,” Zhang Yang introduced naturally.

“Hi, I’m Bei Wei,” Bei Wei smiled, extending her hand. “You’re so beautiful, sis.”

“Thanks! You’re the sweet and well-behaved one,” Pei Xiaoru said warmly, shaking Bei Wei’s hand.

Everything remained calm.

Only Pei Xiaoru, unnoticed, shot Zhang Yang a slightly resentful glance.

This man had once held her all night, made her ecstatic, brought her joy-but in the end, he wasn’t hers.

In Cuihu Tiandi Phase Three, the apartment awaited.

From the moment they stepped inside, Bei Wei’s eyes were sparkling. Everything before her brought endless surprise and amazement.

Zhang Yang was used to the lavish decor of Zhongliang’s high-end apartments, but Bei Wei-and Bei Jiajia-were not.

Two to three million yuan in renovation costs for a space just under 130 square meters (~1,400 sq ft)—while not over-the-top luxurious, it was absolutely high-quality, aesthetically pleasing, and tastefully done. Adding the name Cuihu Tiandi on top made it virtually unbeatable.

“This is amazing! The renovation is superb, so tasteful, and it looks barely lived in at all,” Bei Jiajia said, turning around the apartment, examining every corner.

“The best part is-it’s Cuihu Tiandi!”

Her eyes glittered like tiny stars as she counted off all the nearby conveniences: stepping outside to reach Xintiandi, the Huaihai Road business district, imagining a life that was bustling outside but peaceful inside.

She was enviously thrilled!

Bei Wei’s reaction was subtler than Bei Jiajia’s showiness, but her affection was clear in her eyes. She genuinely loved the apartment Zhang Yang had picked out for her.

“How do you like it? Pretty good, right?” Zhang Yang asked, glancing at Bei Wei nestled beside him.

“I… love it,” Bei Wei said, holding his hand, unsure what else to say.

At this point, to reject it would be insincere-but how could she not graciously accept a gift worth nearly thirty million yuan?

“Shall we just settle on this place?” Zhang Yang asked with a smile, drawing her closer by the waist.

“But… it’s so expensive,” Bei Wei exhaled deeply.

“Don’t think about the money. I said this is your little home in Shanghai-just accept it with peace of mind,” Zhang Yang said.

How could Bei Wei refuse such a triple-win gesture? Her nearly thirty-million-yuan apartment arranged, her car taken care of, and he could keep the cashback, his pockets full, living even more freely.

He led Bei Wei to the balcony, showing her the view of the complex and the Shanghai skyline.

“Here you’ll live, stroll out to shop anytime, carefree every day. If you ever feel too idle, you can get a small job, or I can open a low-maintenance shop for you later-a flower shop, a café, a bookstore, anything works,” Zhang Yang described.

“In Shanghai, you’ll have a little home, a car worth over a million, a small business of your own-essentially, a little rich lady,” he added.

Bei Wei leaned against him, tilting her head up to kiss him with a smile.

Thus, the Cuihu Tiandi apartment was settled. Zhang Yang was happy, and Bei Wei was delighted.

As for the price, based on Zhang Yang’s prior research, it wasn’t cheap, but it wasn’t overpriced either-truly good value. Negotiating the price could only be a bonus.

Zhang Yang didn’t want to waste time meeting in person for haggling, so he had Pei Xiaoru negotiate directly with the owner by phone. One step to finalize was better than two.

Right in front of Zhang Yang, Pei Xiaoru called the owner and discussed the price.

A cooperative owner made all the difference. Judging by his voice, he was straightforward and quickly agreed to lower the price by one million yuan.

“One million gone-that’s probably the bottom line,” Pei Xiaoru whispered to Zhang Yang, covering the phone.

“Fine, let’s set a time to sign the contract,” Zhang Yang said, agreeing without fuss.

Pei Xiaoru’s face lit up.

Indeed, Big Boss Zhang was Big Boss Zhang-finalizing a property deal was just that satisfying.

“Great!” Pei Xiaoru said cheerfully, holding her phone as she arranged a time with the owner to sign the contract.