square meters with five bedrooms and two living rooms, and 480 square meters with six bedrooms and three living rooms. "The smaller one is by the street, while the bigger one faces the lake—though it might have more mosquitoes in the summer." The property consultant brought over two cups of hot tea and began explaining the differences between the two villas. "If it were you, which one would you choose?" Lu Jincheng spread out the floor plan and looked up at his wide-eyed assistant beside him. He Ying was a bit dumbfounded. Wait, wasn’t I just here to play the driver? Why is he asking me this? Noticing the playful expression on the man’s face, she realized he was just asking casually—he likely already had a decision in mind. "The bigger one. If you’ve got the money, why not go bigger?" "And it faces the lake, so you can enjoy a breathtaking view outside the window—absolutely delightful." He Ying smirked, took a sip of tea, and tried channeling Lu Jincheng’s mindset, as if speaking on his behalf. Lu Jincheng shrugged, not hesitating in the slightest. "Alright, we’ll go with the 480-square-meter one. Get us the best location and calculate the price." "Ah... okay, sir, right away!" The property consultant clenched her fist discreetly, her high heels unconsciously picking up speed—the click-clack echoed through the hall. Indeed, being in sales is all about luck! If every client could buy as decisively as this one, what worries would life still hold? "This fully furnished unit is priced at 18,000 per square meter, making the total price 8.64 million yuan." "I just consulted my manager, and the biggest discount I can offer you is 21% off, bringing the price down to 6.8256 million yuan." "This time, I have the authority to round it down for you." "Alright, swipe the card." Mr. Lu stood up, maintaining his calm demeanor, ignoring the consultant’s over-the-top courtesy. He was fairly satisfied with this residential complex overall. From its location and layout to its surrounding environment, everything was decent enough. "Will you pay in full or opt for a mortgage?" He Ying felt like a lifeless, mechanical puppet as she accepted the bank card Lu Jincheng handed to her and followed the consultant to complete all the necessary formalities. "Beep," the sound of swiping the card brought everything to a conclusion. Millions of yuan in cold, hard cash silently passed through her fingertips just like that. For a moment, He Ying found it rather difficult to describe her own complex emotions. Money is definitely a wonderful thing. Having been around Lu Jincheng for so long, this was the first time she had a palpably close encounter with such a vast sum of money. Running an MCN company, securing investments to open chain coffee shops, monetizing through traffic and ads, and building supply chains to buy factories. To her, these all fell under Mr. Lu’s scope of business expenses—logical and justified. Yet, when Mr. Lu occasionally let slip a glimpse of his "heavenly palace," casually making a small splurge , it left her almost dizzy. Print the contract, settle in immediately. At this level of luxury, this villa was already considered an entry point in Jiang City. For the rest of the afternoon, He Ying was wholly consumed by the petty details of Mr. Lu’s new house. First, she hired three cleaners to tidy up the place, then rushed to the furniture store to stock up on all the essentials. Of course, because Mr. Lu had plans for tonight. East Lake Tianyue, Villa 03-A. "Oh my god, so this is Mr. Lu’s new home..." "Tsk tsk, I can’t believe I’m the boss’s first guest!" "A bathtub that fits three or four people? Incredible." At 7:30 PM, the gates to Mr. Lu’s villa swung open, welcoming the first wave of guests. Golden Stone Media’s leading female streamers—Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju—were all in attendance. While they couldn’t compete with Mou Keyan’s fulfilling vacation, each had made notable contributions to the company, with none of them idling away their time. Especially Ji Shu, quietly sitting in the corner munching on fruit. In recent times, her metrics across the board had nearly doubled, making her the center of attention. Of course, she had worked hard for it. Pouring herself entirely into her career to retain this surge of traffic, she rarely left her home except to study ways to improve her content. If Mr. Lu hadn’t posted in the group chat, inviting everyone to his new home for a gathering tonight, she might not have shown up for this social event at all. Google seaʀᴄh novel·fire.net The standalone villa was not only spacious and expansive but also featured top-notch facilities. The karaoke room in the basement, the yoga mats in the training area, the Italian piano deep within the living room, and the massive 100-inch Sony TV opposite the couch... After exploring every corner of the villa from its upper levels to the basement, the group quickly dispersed into different rooms. Sounds came from all directions, their silvery laughter filling the villa. Yu Qingyue, having shed her jacket, slipped into the karaoke room to showcase her singing talent; Liu Yutong sat in the living room, her fingers dancing on the piano keys while tying up her sleek hair; Yang Wenjing ran to the training area to test out the fitness equipment, her sparkling eyes brimming with excitement. At this moment, it seemed no one was an ordinary guest—they all managed to find joy in Mr. Lu’s new abode. "Alright, alright, the reason I gathered everyone here tonight is twofold: first, to meet up after the holidays and motivate everyone for the new month," Lu Jincheng pointed towards the table covered in snacks, fruit, drinks, and beer. "And second, Miao Miao’s program starts live-streaming at eight. Watching it all together on the big screen should be... quite entertaining." "Come on, let’s have a drink first—cheers to a great start!" Laughter echoed, and the moonlight mingled with the joy, filling the room in waves. At exactly eight o’clock, "Goddess 101" premiered amidst great anticipation. Sitting on the enormous couch in the villa, Lu Jincheng found himself at the center of attention, surrounded by a constellation of stars. To his left sat Yu Qingyue, Yu Qingyue’s outfit radiated youthful charm and innocence—she was pure and sweet, both vibrant and fit. Her hair was tied into a neat schoolgirl ponytail with a beige butterfly-ribbon scrunchie. She wore a light blue, loose-fitting overalls-style jumpsuit with a sporty edge, the fabric draping down in a fluid, straight silhouette. Her appearance was carefree and energetic, exuding the unrestrained spirit of youth, yet certain contours and curves unavoidably rippled along parts of her body, naturally accentuating her delicate figure. Her playful shoulder straps looped over her neckline, fixed in place with two matching light-blue fabric buttons across her chest—creating visual focal points. Beneath was a plain, milk-white T-shirt devoid of any patterns. Ji Shu immediately recollected her earlier "advice" to her, "When it comes to pairing clothes, simplicity is key. If your top is ’scenic,’ keep your pants monochrome. Or if your outer layer is ’busy,’ go for minimalism underneath." Evidently, this little one had taken the lessons to heart and evolved. This ensemble, which seemed so simple at first glance, showcased a profound elegance that made her appear radiant, lively, and adorably charming. At that very second, Ji Shu unintentionally found herself consumed by a need to compare. By contrast, her own outfit today was relatively "cool." She wore a blue, off-shoulder crop top decked out with patterned print—highlighting her bare shoulders. In truth, it was more akin to a tube-top designed with spacious arm openings. The snug fabric fitted tightly around her chest, leaving no room for doubt about her curves. Her bottom half was clad in ultra-short, hip-hugging denim hot pants—with frayed, distressed cuffs that seemed tailored to complement the curves of her hips. And before leaving, she had even inserted a pair of sunglasses into her neckline as a finishing touch... Which would prove more alluring? Her fiery appearance, or Qingyue’s innocence? Which exuded more style? Her bold trendiness, or Qingyue’s youthful charm? Which aesthetic... would ultimately capture this man’s favor? But this shy notion was fleeting—a momentary flicker. All those thoughts of comparison, admiration, and feelings of inadequacy evaporated as quickly as they arose, leaving behind an awkward emptiness. This was because, first and foremost, her utmost challenge remained confronting Mou Keyan—radiantly shining on screen.