Chapter 140: Taking My Little Cousin to Meet Someone

Inside Le Man’s home.

Le Yue widened her eyes as she looked at the two people who came back together.

“Sis… and Brother Zhang Yang?”

“Le Yue, go pour Zhang Yang a glass of water,” Le Man said, her cheeks slightly flushed as she instructed her sister. “Zhang Yang, you… you sit for a while.”

Le Yue snapped out of her daze, hurried to pour water, then came back and pulled Zhang Yang to sit down.

“Brother Zhang Yang, sit.”

After sitting for a while, Zhang Yang clearly noticed that the young girl kept glancing back and forth between the two of them.

He didn’t mind, but Le Man-who was the same age as him and had even gone through a marriage-now looked shy like a young girl.

“Well, Le Yue, keep your sister company. I have something to do, so I’ll head off first.” Zhang Yang drank a little water and stood up.

Le Yue came back to her senses, her eyes full of curiosity. She stood up as well.

“Brother Zhang Yang, I’ll walk you out.”

A moment later, after seeing Zhang Yang off at the door, Le Yue returned to Le Man’s side.

Her eyes kept scanning her sister from head to toe.

“Sis, tell the truth. Where did you and Brother Zhang Yang go last night? Don’t tell me you spent the whole night looking at the stars. Be honest… or I’ll tell Mom and Dad.”

“Le Yue, you’ve got some nerve, threatening me?” Le Man snorted, deliberately putting on a serious expression. “Help your sister stand up.”

She stretched out her hand, trying to look stern, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her.

Seeing this, Le Yue suddenly had an unbelievable thought.

So her sister had really given herself to him already?

“Sis… you and Brother Zhang Yang… you just met for the first time.” she stammered.

In her mind, relationships should progress step by step-from meeting, to getting to know each other, becoming familiar, then gradually holding hands and kissing.

But this… wasn’t this way too fast?

“We’re adults. Why so many rules?” Le Man looked at her sister’s stunned expression and couldn’t help pinching her soft cheek. “Isn’t your Brother Zhang Yang good?”

Finally hearing what was basically confirmation from her sister, Le Yue felt dizzy.

“Good… of course he’s good.” she replied instinctively.

If such a handsome guy really became her brother-in-law, she would probably laugh in her dreams.

Wait…

If Zhang Yang became her brother-in-law, then Le Man would become Song Yumeng’s sister-in-law. And she and Song Yumeng were classmates. What kind of complicated relationship was that?

Her thoughts spiraled, and she muttered subconsciously,

“Zhang Yang… my brother-in-law?”

“What nonsense are you talking about?” Le Man clicked her tongue and lightly pushed her.

Le Yue snapped back to reality and saw her sister looking displeased.

“I… what did I say wrong?”

Downstairs at the apartment building, Zhang Yang didn’t see Lin Zichuan. He didn’t know if the man had already left in disappointment.

“Giving up is for the best.” he said with a smile as he got into his Cullinan.

He wanted nothing to do with those cliché plots like “marriage first, love later” or “the domineering CEO falls in love with me.” Zhang Yang’s existence itself made such melodramatic stories impossible.

What domineering CEO?

All that hesitation and dragging things out.

In the end, hadn’t Zhang Yang simply taken the woman away?

He drove off, heading back to COFCO Seaview No. 1 to tidy up a little.

Because he valued privacy, he didn’t like having a live-in maid. Sometimes he would rather hire a temporary cleaning lady than have someone constantly staying in the house.

On the way back, he suddenly noticed that the same car seemed to be following him.

Looking in the rearview mirror, he saw a black Maybach trailing behind from a distance with stubborn persistence.

Zhang Yang glanced at it and shook his head with a smile.

“If you want to follow, then follow.”

He knew someone was unwilling to give up and wanted to investigate his background.

But what was there to see?

If he could appear driving a Cullinan, how poor could he possibly be? And if Le Man had thrown herself into his arms without hesitation, aside from other factors, his financial strength must certainly have been a bonus.

Overthinking it would only torture oneself.

Zhang Yang drove calmly all the way back to COFCO Seaview No. 1 and slowly drove into the complex.

Outside the residential area, on the roadside-

The Maybach stopped slowly.

Lin Zichuan stepped out and looked up at the famous river-view luxury residence by the Huangpu River. His expression changed several times.

Finally, the fists he had clenched slowly loosened.

It seemed that sand he could no longer hold would ultimately have to be scattered to the wind.

Back in his apartment at COFCO Seaview No. 1, Zhang Yang walked around inspecting everything.

Bedsheets, wool blankets, the trash bin…

After finishing, he stood relaxed on the balcony, letting the river breeze blow over him while smoking a cigarette and clearing his mind.

Actually, his wealth could already be considered abundant.

An income of 150,000 yuan a day, two hundred million yuan in cash, two properties generating tens of millions annually, luxury houses, luxury cars-everything combined was enough for him to live freely like an immortal.

If someone asked him online what the daily life of rich people was like, he could easily write thousands of words based on his real experiences.

“Even if it stops here, it’s enough.” Zhang Yang leaned against the balcony and muttered to himself.

He admitted that he thought this way because his mindset still came from an ordinary background. From his perspective, what he had now was already something ordinary people could only dream of.

Being content brings happiness. As for climbing higher into the circles of the truly wealthy? He hadn’t thought much about it.

After all, even among the rich there were many levels. If he really entered that circle, what he currently had might not be much.

Did he own a supercar? No.

He had a luxury apartment, but compared with people who owned properties across the country, it was nothing.

Luxury goods? He didn’t even have many bespoke suits. As for watches, he only had that two-million-yuan Audemars Piguet. Did he own a watch worth ten million? No.

To think even further-did he have a private jet? A yacht?

“Hah… I almost became complacent.” Zhang Yang suddenly snapped out of it.

If there was no possibility of going further in this life, staying where he was would be fine.

But the key point was that he clearly still had the opportunity to go further. Why not try climbing higher? Even if he couldn’t reach the very top, being somewhere in the upper ranks would still be good.

With that thought, Zhang Yang’s sense of complacency instantly vanished.

That afternoon, Zhang Yang took his little cousin shopping around Shanghai.

With a grand gesture, he bought her the bag she had always wanted.

In Zhang Yang’s eyes, it wasn’t an expensive bag at all.

A Louis Vuitton Carryall worth a little over ten thousand yuan-he could buy it without even thinking.

But for his little cousin, it was different. She was just a student living off her parents’ allowance. She had never been able to afford luxury bags.

“Brother, I love you so much! I thought my first luxury bag would only come after I started working. I never dreamed I could have one today.” Song Yumeng hugged the bag excitedly.

“As long as you like it. Don’t tell your parents I bought it. If they ask where it came from, make something up.” Zhang Yang smiled.

“I know. I wouldn’t tell them.” Song Yumeng lifted her chin confidently.

The siblings wandered around happily, Song Yumeng linking her arm through her brother’s.

“Brother, honestly, what do you think about Le Yue’s sister?” she asked.

“You’re really a great sister, introducing a divorced woman to your brother.” Zhang Yang joked casually.

“Brother, you already know?” Song Yumeng looked a little embarrassed. “But I heard that Le Yue’s sister and her ex-husband had a contract marriage and basically lived separately. And when they divorced, she got over ten million yuan. Doesn’t that interest you?”

“Hmm, not bad.” Zhang Yang answered casually.

Of course he knew all this. He was only pretending ignorance in front of his cousin.

“If you’re interested, you should hurry. I think Le Yue’s sister really likes you.” Song Yumeng continued persistently.

“Stop worrying about it.” Zhang Yang smiled, occasionally chatting with Bei Wei on his phone.

“Brother, who are you chatting with?” Song Yumeng leaned over curiously.

“Hey…” Zhang Yang moved his phone away.

Chat messages were private. Even his cousin couldn’t look at them.

“Stingy.” Song Yumeng wrinkled her nose.

“Just a moment ago I was the best brother in the world. Now I’m stingy?” Zhang Yang laughed and ruffled her hair.

While they were joking around, another message from Bei Wei arrived.

Zhang Yang looked at it.

“I’m home today. You haven’t come over since I moved in. How about coming tonight? I’ll cook for you.” Bei Wei sent a string of expectant emojis.

Zhang Yang put down his phone and glanced at his cousin, who was secretly peeking at him.

“I’ll take you somewhere tonight.”

“Huh?” Song Yumeng froze, curiosity all over her face. “Where?”

Zhang Yang smiled without answering and lowered his head to reply to Bei Wei.

“Sure. But I’ll bring a little follower with me.”

Evening, inside Lakeville.

Song Yumeng carried the small gift she had carefully prepared, looking a little nervous.

“I wonder if sister-in-law will like the gift I prepared. By the way, does she live here? I checked it up-houses here are really expensive, they cost tens of millions!”

“Is that so?” Zhang Yang smiled.

He had bought the house himself, so of course he knew. But seeing how shocked his little cousin looked, he decided not to tell her. Otherwise she might go back and talk about it.

Of course, if she happened to find out later…

Then he would have to see just how strong the bond between him and his little cousin really was.

“What kind of person is sister-in-law?” Song Yumeng couldn’t suppress her curiosity and kept asking.

“You can just call her Sister Bei Wei. Calling her sister-in-law… it’s a little early for that.” Zhang Yang thought for a moment before speaking. “Or just call her sister. That’s easier.”

“How can that work?” Song Yumeng muttered.

A moment later, they arrived at Bei Wei’s door.

Zhang Yang knocked and glanced at his little cousin beside him.

Song Yumeng held the gift and took a small breath. No one knew exactly why she was so nervous.

“Relax. Just treat it like… your own home.” Zhang Yang said with a smile.

“Treat it like my own home? That casual?” Song Yumeng widened her eyes.

Just then, the door opened.

“Welcome, welcome.” Bei Wei wore an apron, her pretty face filled with a bright smile. “Come in.”

Inside the house, the lights were bright, and the kitchen range hood was running.

Song Yumeng was warmly pulled inside by Bei Wei before she could even react.

She stared blankly at the girl in front of her-extremely fair skin, very sweet-looking, youthful and delicate. The words “sister-in-law” that she had prepared earlier simply refused to come out.

“Sis… sister, hello.”

“Oh, hello. Sit down, sit down. Why did you bring something? That’s too much trouble.” Bei Wei smiled as she pulled Song Yumeng to sit down, bringing fruit and snacks.

Her enthusiasm was almost overwhelming.

Faced with someone this warm, Song Yumeng suddenly felt shy.

She sat upright, sipping tea in small sips while quietly looking around the room.

The apartment was spacious, and the decoration was elegant. On a sofa not far away were piles of luxury-brand shopping bags. On the coffee table in front of her, a Porsche car key stood out clearly.

“Little sister, sit for a bit. I’ll go check on the kitchen.” Bei Wei chatted warmly with Song Yumeng before standing up to head back to the kitchen.

The moment she left, Song Yumeng couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Brother, the sister-in-law you found for me is really beautiful and so youthful. She doesn’t even seem that much older than me. And she’s so rich.”

She excitedly grabbed Zhang Yang’s arm and shook it.

“You’re making it sound like I’m the one who got lucky.” Zhang Yang laughed.

It was true that Bei Wei had always been beautiful. But the Bei Wei now, with her improved temperament, was also the result of being well taken care of by him.

It sounded a bit vulgar to say it, but it was the truth.

Time makes people age-only money helps.

True beauty either comes naturally or is cultivated later.

With money nurturing it-careful food, clothing, and lifestyle, no need to work, no worries, and plenty of time to improve oneself and develop hobbies-over time, elegance naturally appears, and the years leave almost no trace.

On the other hand, if a beautiful woman eats poorly, dresses poorly, struggles for a living, has no time for skincare, and spends every day worrying about basic necessities, her beauty fades quickly.

There is no such thing as an ageless goddess. There is only the calmness that comes with financial freedom.

And now, Zhang Yang had arranged almost every aspect of Bei Wei’s life.

It was easy to imagine that ten, twenty, even thirty years from now, her beauty would still remain.

“Hehe, that’s not what I meant. Brother, you’re so handsome-Sister Bei Wei matches you perfectly.” Song Yumeng laughed as she leaned closer and hugged Zhang Yang’s arm.