Chapter 99: Promising You a Life of Comfort, Cars, and Homes

Downstairs at the company, Zhang Yang sat in the Cullinan, subtly releasing the scent of several perfumes as he opened the car door.

Goodness, a mix of a few different fragrances over the past couple of days-definitely over the top.

Before long, he saw Bei Wei dashing out from the office building, a hint of excitement on her face.

“Zhang Yang, I have good news for you!”

She gracefully got into the car, excitedly diving into Zhang Yang’s arms.

“What’s the news?” Zhang Yang asked, holding the sweet girl with a smile.

“I signed two new store locations-our Shudu Spicy Roast Duck is opening in Shanghai! How exciting is that?” She looped her arms around his neck, her nose brushing against his, eyes sparkling with gentle joy.

“Finally, franchise stores?” Zhang Yang was delighted.

The average franchise fee of 150,000 per store wasn’t enough to thrill him, but the progress of the project was solid news.

Once Shanghai had ten franchise stores, he would gain fifty experience points and a random property; beyond ten stores, each additional store would bring five more points.

Reaching the next level, a daily income of 150,000 would soon be within reach. How could he not be pleased?

Ding!

Zhang Yang froze.

Double cashback again-and this time only for a specific person. That meant spending had to be on Bei Wei to count.

The cashback limit of 60 million meant he could effectively spend 30 million on Bei Wei!

Thirty million!

Spending that, his total cash on hand would exceed 40 million, giving him unprecedented cash flow.

“Thirty million is enough to buy Bei Wei a home in Shanghai,” a thought suddenly popped into his mind-and it grew stronger.

Bei Wei had always given her best; she deserved proper reward. Moreover, the system had explicitly designated her as the consumer-there was no reason to hesitate.

Thirty million could ensure Bei Wei lived comfortably:

A cozy home in Shanghai worth over twenty million, not too large, just a two-bedroom of about a hundred square meters.

A car worth around one to one and a half million for daily use and shopping trips.

Allowance of tens of thousands whenever she liked.

She could drive a luxury car, live in a high-end apartment, eat well, dress well, have everything she wanted, travel whenever she wished, or shop to her heart’s content. If she felt too idle, she could run a café, a bookstore, or a flower shop.

Whether she earned or not didn’t matter-her only responsibility was enjoying life.

This was what Zhang Yang could offer Bei Wei right now.

It wasn’t absolute wealth beyond imagination, but it was a dream life that most ordinary people would spend a lifetime striving for.

“Hey, what are you thinking?” Bei Wei looked up at him, seeing his eyes distant, looping her arms around his neck with a smile.

“Just thinking about how to reward you,” Zhang Yang replied, snapping back to reality with a mysterious smile.

“I don’t want a reward-I want you.” Bei Wei lightly pecked his cheek. “Haven’t squeezed you dry these past few days, have I? Look, in just a few days, I can’t even tell how many different perfumes are in your car.”

Zhang Yang let out an awkward laugh, said nothing, and hugged her as he closed the car door.

By mid-afternoon, around three o’clock, Bei Wei blushed as she got out of the Cullinan and trotted into the office building.

Zhang Yang leisurely stayed in the car, feeling the breeze, his mind occupied with thoughts of buying a property.

“Looks like I’ll need to see an old friend again,” he thought. Naturally, he meant his old friend Pei Xiaoru, now working as a real estate agent in Shanghai.

Checking the time, it was around four o’clock. Since Pei Xiaoru’s agency usually closed late, he didn’t call ahead and drove straight to her office.

At Cornerstone Real Estate, Pudong Branch:

Pei Xiaoru, having secured this month’s top sales position, should have been riding high, yet she had been a bit distracted these past few days.

“Still thinking about that handsome classmate of yours?” colleague Liu Fei teased.

Pei Xiaoru’s face flushed; she didn’t answer.

“Tell me something-after he bought the property, where did you two go? You limped back that night-did you twist your ankle?” Liu Fei whispered, excited.

“Ah? You noticed that?” Pei Xiaoru stammered.

“I’m not blind!” Liu Fei lowered her voice. “Can you tell me-like, what happened between you two?”

“You’re asking this too?!” Pei Xiaoru realized, glancing at the eavesdropping colleagues, and quickly tried to cover.

They laughed and teased, when suddenly excited voices erupted outside.

“Hurry, Mr. Zhang is here!”

“Come, serve some tea!”

“Xiaoru, Pei Xiaoru! Mr. Zhang is here, come out!”

Startled, Pei Xiaoru stood up, a smile blooming across her face as she rushed out.

She immediately saw the tall, impressive figure of Zhang Yang approaching, surrounded by his presence.

“Zhang Yang…”

Standing there, she thought of the opening line from Mo Wenwei’s song Slowly Falling for You: “Books always write about unexpectedly delightful evenings…”

Zhang Yang appearing this evening fit that perfectly.

“Pei Xiaoru,” Zhang Yang said, smiling at her frozen expression, “Got a moment? I need a favor.”

The store manager bustled about, serving tea, pulling out chairs, and signaling Pei Xiaoru.

“Pei Xiaoru, help Mr. Zhang with whatever he needs.”

“Oh… okay.” Snapping back to reality, Pei Xiaoru hurriedly led Zhang Yang aside and gestured for him to sit.

“Thanks.” Zhang Yang sat down and explained he wanted to buy a property.

“Budget under thirty million, prime location required. Doesn’t need to be too big, a hundred or so square meters, two or three bedrooms… Oh, and one that’s well-furnished but barely lived in, owner eager to sell, so renovations practically free?”

“Ah?” Pei Xiaoru paused, a little embarrassed. “Such properties exist, but finding them is unlikely.”

“Just asking,” Zhang Yang said casually.

Such opportunities weren’t easy to find.

A while later, Pei Xiaoru sat at her computer, Zhang Yang beside her.

She scrolled through listings while chatting quietly.

“Zhang Yang, you already bought hundred-million-yuan home, why now only 20–30 million? Not for yourself, right? Giving it to someone?” Pei Xiaoru asked.

“Hmm… why so many questions?” Zhang Yang replied casually.

“Ah? Really giving it to someone?” Pei Xiaoru stared at his handsome face, a thought dawning-“You’re buying a house for your girlfriend?”

“You guessed it?” Zhang Yang nodded.

“What?!” Pei Xiaoru blinked, first shocked, then a twinge of envy.

Twenty to thirty million for a girlfriend’s home? How generous! Why wasn’t she the lucky one?

Still, work is work. Despite her envy, Pei Xiaoru helped him filter several suitable properties.

“The Cuihu Phase 3 units are good, Ruìhóng New Town is an option, and Haipo Waterfront has some excellent, nearly new units…”

Her suggestions were detailed, and Zhang Yang listened attentively.

“Let’s see them all,” Zhang Yang decided.

“All of them?!” Pei Xiaoru rolled her eyes. “You didn’t narrow it down-you’ll tire me out.”

“Not okay?” Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

“Fine, if Master Zhang says so,” Pei Xiaoru smiled and started making arrangements.

Scheduling ten property viewings took over half an hour.

Inside the office, some were viewing properties, others finishing work. Outside, the city lights started coming on. Only Zhang Yang and Pei Xiaoru remained.

“Finally done scheduling. We’ll probably need two full days to see them all!” Pei Xiaoru rubbed her stomach. “I’m getting a bit hungry.”

“Let’s go, I’ll treat you to a big meal,” Zhang Yang waved his hand.

Instead of a fancy restaurant, Pei Xiaoru led him to a small local eatery near her apartment.

The bustling little restaurant had the owner busy stir-frying dishes.

At a small table, Pei Xiaoru opened bottled soda for Zhang Yang. They each had a bottle, ordered two simple dishes, and chatted while eating.

“Zhang Yang, you really treat your girlfriend well. Over twenty million for a house-you can afford that?” Pei Xiaoru asked, openly astonished.

Zhang Yang smiled but said nothing.

It was hard to explain. He could casually gift luxury handbags or tens of thousands in cash to Bei Wei, but giving away a multi-million home was another level.

Not enough power-yet! With the system backing him and double cashback, he could act extravagantly.

“Your girlfriend must’ve saved the galaxy in her past life to deserve you,” Pei Xiaoru sighed, her gaze complex.

“Then by that logic, you must have at least saved the Earth last life,” Zhang Yang said, covering her delicate hand with his.

“How was it? That last deal-was the commission good? This one should bring in quite a bit too, right?”

Hearing this, Pei Xiaoru’s face instantly flushed.

“Y-yes… quite a bit.”

Thinking back to the strange pangs of envy she’d felt earlier today, now slowly clearing, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been a little too greedy.

After all, she had already received so much from Zhang Yang.

“Let’s put it this way-if you ever need help, I’ll be the first to assist. If there’s a bag, clothing, or anything else you like, I can also get it for you,” Zhang Yang said casually. “But some things… as an old classmate, you shouldn’t let your imagination run wild.”

Pei Xiaoru, caught in her thoughts, felt her face burn; she lowered her head, wishing she could sink into the floor.

So embarrassing!

Zhang Yang looked at her flushed face and patted her hand.

“Pei Xiaoru?”

“Hm?” she murmured, still looking down.

“When shall we go shopping together? I saw a dress last time that I thought would suit you-can’t remember if it was Chanel or Prada,” Zhang Yang said with a smile, watching her carefully.

“You could try it on for me then, how about that?”

“You really want to see it?” Pei Xiaoru lifted her head slightly, rare shyness in her expression. “I have a few at home-maybe I can try them on for you later.”

“That might be too late,” Zhang Yang glanced at the time.

“Well… tomorrow we have to see properties anyway. If I stay over tonight, it’ll be convenient for us to check the houses together tomorrow,” Pei Xiaoru said, gathering courage.

She looked up at him, eyes full of quiet expectation.

“That works,” Zhang Yang nodded thoughtfully.

Hearing this, Pei Xiaoru’s face lit up with joy.

Late at night, in her small one-bedroom apartment, Pei Xiaoru, under the soft light, cheeks flushed, tried on several dresses in front of Zhang Yang for his opinion.

Zhang Yang leaned against the bed, enjoying the view but feeling a little dazed.

Not… this was his university classmate.

Picture a few years ago in college-the long-haired, bright, outgoing Pei Xiaoru-and now, on a night years later, in a room with only the two of them…

She was trying on long dresses, short dresses, even miniskirts-all in front of him.

Life, destiny!

No wonder people say to never lose hope, to always stay positive, to keep your eyes wet with tears of joy!

Because you never know when, one day, fate will suddenly change course and take you soaring.

“Does it look good, Zhang Yang?” Pei Xiaoru’s call brought him back to the moment.

Looking at usually poised Pei Xiaoru, now shy before him, Zhang Yang smiled, stood up, and effortlessly pulled her into his arms.

Early the next morning.

Pei Xiaoru specially chose a light, flowing dress to accompany Zhang Yang to see properties.

It was rare for her to go out with him; even as an agent on a property tour, she didn’t want to dress like a typical agent. Which girl wouldn’t want to look beautiful, sitting in the Cullinan’s passenger seat, with a handsome guy beside her?

Seeing his bright-eyed, radiant old classmate, Zhang Yang happily played along.

The two of them together felt nothing like client and agent.

“Our first stop today is Haipo Waterfront, then Ruìhóng New Town, and after that…” Pei Xiaoru, sitting in the passenger seat, knew the day’s listings like the back of her hand-truly professional.

“Okay, I’ll follow your lead,” Zhang Yang smiled, starting the car.

Thus began the full two-day property tour.