Chapter 186: Exclusive to Tycoons and Magnates

Passing through the rustic entrance gate, they stepped into the south-facing front courtyard.

The courtyard house had three sections, three courtyards deep.

Entering from the front garden, they passed through a covered corridor and an octagonal pavilion, walking across intricately patterned stone paving laid by veteran craftsmen from the Xiangshan guild. The mansion’s water landscape unfolded before them.

Mountain-style courtyards, rippling water, and colorful koi-an entire world seemed to exist within this space.

Standing in the octagonal pavilion, Zhang Yang admired the pond, felt the breeze, and experienced the kind of pleasure once enjoyed by wealthy merchants of ancient times.

Honestly, the feeling was remarkable.

He admitted that standing in a high-rise river-view apartment and looking down from above gave a sense of vast skies and open seas. But the thousand-year heritage of Chinese garden aesthetics brought a deeper sense of amazement rooted in his bones.

Modern luxury homes might all look similar, but those that truly achieved the artistic charm of pure Chinese style were extremely rare.

He could already imagine himself owning such a grand residence in the future, cultivating himself here while surrounded by mountains and water.

It really… felt intoxicating.

“Look, big koi!” Xiang Xiaotian leaned over from the side of the pavilion and looked into the rippling pond.

In the water, brilliantly colored koi swam about, radiating an indescribable vitality.

“Living here would truly be enjoyment.” Dong Yaru took a deep breath, quietly savoring the waves of amazement flowing through her heart.

Although their family lived in Wulin No. 1, one of the most famous residential communities in Hangzhou, ever since entering this Chinese courtyard residence, the layers of traditional Chinese aesthetics-the way mountains and water were used to create scenery and the emphasis on artistic atmosphere-completely surpassed any so-called luxurious modern decoration.

It was like having a crush in one’s heart; once you had it, everything else, no matter how good, seemed slightly lacking.

They passed through the main courtyard and entered the residence itself, which was still in unfinished condition.

On the ground floor were an entrance hall, a tea room, a side hall, a living room, a dining room, as well as a kitchen, a maid’s room, and a driver’s room.

The basement alone covered five hundred square meters (~5,382 sq ft)—absurdly large.

In the future, it could easily house a swimming pool, wine cellar, media room, gym…

As Zhang Yang walked around, he also felt a slight ache in his wallet.

Although Chinese-style mansions were beautiful, achieving real taste and refinement required far more than a small amount of money. After all, everything had to match; otherwise it would look mismatched.

Full sets of redwood carved furniture, golden nanmu display stands, jade staircases…

All these additional costs could easily equal the price of another courtyard house.

“Forget it. Money that should be spent has to be spent. Money will come again once it’s used,” Zhang Yang thought.

Without realizing it, he had already decided to purchase one of the courtyard houses.

This one occupied three mu of land.

Within the entire Peach Blossom Spring project, there was also another large courtyard house occupying about 0.4 hectares (~0.99 acres), with nine hundred square meters (~9,688 sq ft) above ground and six hundred square meters (~6,458 sq ft) underground.

That one was priced at 130 million.

“Mr. Zhang, what do you think of this one?” Wen Ting asked expectantly.

“By the way, isn’t there another one? Take me to see that one as well,” Zhang Yang said casually, without directly commenting whether this one was good or not.

“Of course, please come this way.” Wen Ting quickly led the way.

Soon after, they arrived at the other mansion occupying six mu of land. Everything there was a magnified version.

Within the courtyard compound, which covered nearly half a football field, the sense of grandeur and beauty doubled.

For example, the front courtyard contained more than a hundred trees and ornamental plants, including pine and luohan pine.

Inside the main courtyard were grey bricks and black tiles, waterside pavilions, six-sided and four-sided pavilions, Suzhou-style corridors, curved bridges, arch bridges, and artificial hills. Even the koi in the pond numbered in the hundreds.

The 0.2-hectare (~0.49 acres) courtyard they had seen earlier had already been impressive.

But standing inside this courtyard that was twice as large, Zhang Yang finally experienced what a true grand residence meant.

Likewise, the main residence itself—with nine hundred square meters (~9,688 sq ft) above ground and six hundred (~6,458 sq ft) underground—completely surpassed the previous one.

Besides the existing layout, even the ground floor here had three dining rooms, along with guest rooms, laundry rooms, and everything else imaginable.

The six-hundred-square-meter (~6,458 sq ft) basement could easily accommodate several sauna rooms and even agate baths.

It was truly… enormous.

If one didn’t marry seven or eight concubines, it would almost feel embarrassing to live in such a house.

The backyard was equally remarkable.

There were corner pavilions, ancient trees, water features, and lotus ponds. Several massive banana trees stood prominently.

Just imagine sitting in the pavilion on a rainy day, watching the rain strike the banana leaves while misty rain filled the air-the charm of Jiangnan scenery would instantly emerge.

Not just Zhang Yang.

Even Xiang Xiaotian and her mother, Dong Yaru, were reluctant to leave.

“Brother Zhang… are you really planning to buy this place?” Xiang Xiaotian asked quietly as she leaned closer to Zhang Yang.

She knew about Zhang Yang’s wealth.

He wore watches worth tens of millions, casually invested tens of millions, and lived in a property worth over one hundred million at COFCO Seaview No. 1 in Shanghai.

But after personally seeing this courtyard residence and experiencing its grandeur, imagining Zhang Yang actually buying this mansion worth over one hundred million and soon living in such a dreamlike Chinese garden estate…

The shock felt almost unreal.

Perhaps because she had personally participated in this process, the impact felt even deeper.

Their conversation was quiet, and others didn’t hear it.

To outsiders, it just seemed like the two of them were whispering.

The saleswoman Wen Ting stood nearby with a gentle smile, holding her folder and waiting quietly.

Dong Yaru, however, couldn’t help taking out her phone to record the scene in front of her, planning to show her husband later what a true Chinese-style luxury residence looked like.

Not just those endless high-rise apartments people talked about all the time.

“Huh, there’s a message in the group.” Dong Yaru suddenly noticed someone replying in the Wulin No. 1 owners’ group.

Earlier, she had asked in the group on Zhang Yang’s behalf whether anyone was planning to sell their property.

“Central district, 319 square meters (~3,434 sq ft), less than 40 million. This one looks good.” Dong Yaru’s eyes lit up. Based on her knowledge, it seemed like a very cost-effective property.

Thinking this, she looked at Zhang Yang ahead of her and walked forward.

“Little Zhang, Auntie has something to tell you.” Dong Yaru stopped Zhang Yang and hinted for him to step aside.

“Auntie, what’s the matter?” Zhang Yang nodded and followed her aside.

“It’s like this. Someone in our owners’ group really does want to sell a house, and the price is quite reasonable. Take a look.” Dong Yaru took out her phone and showed him the listing.

Zhang Yang glanced at it and smiled.

“Auntie, there’s no need.”

“No need?” Dong Yaru asked in confusion.

“Auntie, I like this place. I want to buy here,” Zhang Yang said directly.

“You want to buy here?” Dong Yaru froze and cried out in shock, momentarily losing control of her expression.

Zhang Yang waved to Wen Ting.

“Mr. Zhang.” Wen Ting, who had appeared calm but had actually been listening attentively, immediately rushed over in excitement. “You…”

Seeing Wen Ting’s flushed face, which tried to stay composed but clearly couldn’t hide her excitement, Zhang Yang smiled.

“This one will do. I’ll buy it.”

With a clatter, the folder in Wen Ting’s hands fell to the ground.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Mr. Zhang. I’m just… too excited.” Wen Ting quickly bent down to pick up the folder, her emotions completely exposed.

Zhang Yang wasn’t surprised at all and understood her reaction.

Selling this property would earn her a huge commission.

“Xiao… Little Zhang.” Dong Yaru stepped forward, her expression excited and complicated.

For the first time, her confidence as an elder seemed somewhat lacking. The natural ease she had earlier now felt slightly restrained.

A Chinese-style mansion worth over one hundred million.

And just now, Little Zhang had said he wanted to buy it.

Although their family was also one of the major shareholders of a five-star hotel worth nearly one billion, taking out over one hundred million in cash to buy a luxury mansion was practically impossible.

The difficulty was roughly equivalent to an ordinary person suddenly deciding to buy a Mercedes E-Class.

She had said earlier that family background didn’t matter, but that depended on the situation. Being able to calmly decide to buy such a luxury residence demonstrated a level of wealth far beyond theirs.

If someone with this kind of financial strength was interested in their daughter, yet they still hesitated and resisted, wouldn’t that just be ignorance?

Thinking of this, her face flushed slightly.

“Auntie, regarding the matter between Xiaotian and me, I hope you can support us,” Zhang Yang said after seeing her expression.

At the same time, he gently squeezed Xiang Xiaotian’s hand, signaling her.

“Yes, Mom. I’ve made up my mind-I’m only choosing Zhang Yang. Even if Dad stops me, I won’t listen. At worst we’ll elope. Zhang Yang can afford to take care of me anyway,” Xiang Xiaotian suddenly said with newfound confidence.

The saleswoman Wen Ting, standing nearby, felt completely stunned watching the scene.

Such a perfect man.

Not only handsome and elegant, but casually buying a courtyard mansion worth over one hundred million.

What kind of family were these people? Acting like princesses and still hesitating-were they crazy?

“You two…” Dong Yaru looked at the couple who seemed perfectly matched and took a deep breath before smiling gently. “Little Zhang, you know Auntie has always supported you two. As for your uncle, he didn’t mean it that way. Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him.”

She almost patted her chest as she promised.

Hearing this, Xiang Xiaotian immediately felt relieved.

“Mom, I knew you’re the best to me.” She walked up and hugged her mother’s arm. “I told you long ago that Zhang Yang is excellent. Dad just refused to believe it. To put it bluntly, the arrogant one is him, not anyone else.”

“Don’t speak about your father like that,” Dong Yaru sighed, secretly glancing at Zhang Yang’s expression.

Now she had begun to pay careful attention to her own behavior and words.

She was afraid of doing or saying something wrong that might leave a bad impression on this future golden son-in-law.

A moment later, everyone walked out of the large courtyard together and headed toward the sales center.

Zhang Yang and Xiang Xiaotian walked behind the others.

“You’ve completely cut off your own retreat,” Zhang Yang said as he looked at Xiang Xiaotian leaning against him.

To put it plainly, Xiang Xiaotian had taken things very far.

She might be going all out, but Zhang Yang had no intention of taking responsibility. After all, before coming here he had already made it clear-he was only here to help.

“Brother Zhang, would you really bear to see me like that in the future… hmph. Even kittens and puppies have feelings,” Xiang Xiaotian lifted her little face, her eyes watery, looking pitiful as if asking to be taken in.

“Kittens and puppies are for teasing whenever you like. Are you a kitten or a puppy?” Zhang Yang looked at her with a half-smile.

“Mm… I…” Xiang Xiaotian’s voice trembled as she felt Zhang Yang’s hand reach out mischievously. Her body instantly softened, as if she might collapse.

“I’m willing.”

Her voice was very soft.

“What?” Zhang Yang thought he had misheard. Even his wandering hand paused.

“I’m willing to be Zhang Yang’s little kitten or puppy,” Xiang Xiaotian said even more quietly, her face turning even redder.

But this time, Zhang Yang heard it clearly.

Seriously?

A genuine rich and beautiful young woman acting so obedient and docile in front of him, willing to be his “little kitten or puppy.”

Was his charm really that great?

Suppressing the heat rising in his chest, Zhang Yang took a small breath and hugged Xiang Xiaotian.

“Have a little dignity. Don’t talk about kittens and puppies.”

“But… but I’m willing…” Xiang Xiaotian hugged Zhang Yang tightly, sounding slightly coquettish.

“We’ll talk about it later.” Zhang Yang felt Xiang Xiaotian rubbing against him in his arms and found it hard to control himself. He casually took a bit of “interest” and then walked forward.

A moment later, in the Peach Blossom Spring sales lounge.

Several cups of fine Longjing tea were placed on the table.

Wen Ting knelt beside Zhang Yang’s leg, her tight skirt stretched taut.

“Mr. Zhang, these places require your signature.” She pointed to the documents with her slender fair fingers, speaking softly.

Zhang Yang became a signing machine, quickly writing his name and completing the purchase contract as required.

“Let’s go. I’ll pay in full.” He stood up.

For this kind of Chinese-style luxury mansion, each sale reduced the limited supply by one. With only two units left, there was naturally no promotional discount.

Although there were no official promotions,

Wen Ting personally had a special “gift” she could offer.

“Mr. Zhang, thank you for supporting my work. Do you have time tonight? I’d like to treat you to dinner,” Wen Ting said bravely.

“Dinner? I may not have time for dinner.” Zhang Yang waited for the purchase invoice while looking at the elegant saleswoman in front of him. “After dinner-or later at night-I’m free. Can you come?”

“I… I can,” Wen Ting said shyly with lowered eyes.

“Alright, I’ll contact you later.” Zhang Yang smiled and took the purchase invoice.

Shortly afterward, Zhang Yang returned to the lounge area holding the folder of purchase documents.

Xiang Xiaotian and her mother Dong Yaru immediately stood up, as if welcoming him.

“Auntie, it’s done.” Zhang Yang lifted the document folder in his hand.

The full payment of 130 million yuan had just been made. The cashback of 260 million had immediately arrived. As for taxes and maintenance funds, those could be handled later when registering the property deed, so there was no rush.

In other words, the Chinese-style courtyard mansion occupying six mu of land now effectively belonged to him.

And the total cashback limit still had forty million remaining, meaning he could still freely spend another twenty million. He still had money to play with.

“It’s done?” Dong Yaru nodded blankly, her gaze fixed on the seemingly light folder.

A luxury mansion worth 130 million.

And at this moment, it had really been bought by Little Zhang. Paid in full-130 million-without even blinking.