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"Cutting ties with Daddy, now we have more money than we know what to do with and more houses than we can live in. Don't you think those two dead girls are suffering terribly?"

Tian Yue'e's expression shifted instantly. Poking at a piece of fruit, she then tossed it back into the tray, sneering mockingly, "Regretful? They must be regretting it so much that their guts are turning green. Chu Yuening is just a stinking fortune teller. How useful can a thousand dollars worth of her predictions be? Just wait and see, within a few days, she'll definitely be begging on our doorstep in tears."

Fang Jiajia fretted, "What if Daddy forgives them when the time comes? I don't want to give them a single cent of the family's wealth."

"Silly girl, don't worry," Tian Yue'e recalled Chu Yuening's humiliation of her that day, her eyes shimmering with coldness. "I won't let them have an easy time."

"Alright, go to bed early. We'll view the houses together tomorrow."

The next morning, as the sun rose.

Chu Yuening drew back the curtains of her apartment, basking in the early morning light and stretching lazily.

Unbeknownst to her, it had been a year since she moved in.

Glancing around, she turned to head for the bathroom to freshen up.

Occasional shrieks of a young girl could be heard from the adjacent room, followed by the continuous thudding of the floor. Chu Yi, wearing white socks, stomped about on the wooden floor, braiding her hair, then excitedly emerged to watch Chu Yuening brushing her teeth.

"Sis, do we really have a mansion in Hong Kong now?"

The girl brushed her teeth slowly, her long white sweater sleeves revealing a delicate shoulder, while the high-waisted jeans accentuated her figure beautifully.

With foam filling her mouth, she mumbled, "Yes, we do."

"Ahhhh!" Chu Yi grew even more thrilled, rushing back to the bedroom to jump around, her two braids dancing in the sunlight.

"We have a house! We have a house in Hong Kong!"

After brushing her teeth, Chu Yuening swept her fluffy hair up with one hand.

In the mirror, the girl had a fair, small face, with her slightly curled and voluminous tresses resting on her shoulders. Her side-swept bangs formed a natural curve, and a strand of hair draped over her straight nose, accompanied by a tiny mole beside it.

She let the hair fall back, feeling a bit pale. Picking up a lipstick from the countertop, she applied it.

Chu Yuening was naturally fair, and her eyebrows were well-shaped. Surprisingly, wearing just a lipstick didn't look out of place at all.

She gave a slight smile in the mirror, feeling very pleased with herself.

As Chu Yuening turned around, Chu Yi was already neatly dressed in her shoes, waiting at the door. Upon seeing her elder sister, her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with admiration.

"Big Sister, you look so gorgeous! I could never get tired of looking at you, no matter how many times!"

Bending down to slip on a pair of Rubik's sneakers, Chu Yuening smiled. "Let's go."

The two sisters hailed a taxi.

After Chu Yuening gave their destination, the driver in front exclaimed, "Chuan Yun Villas? Whoever can afford a place there must be really powerful!"

"Why is that?" Chu Yuening blinked, slightly puzzled.

Chu Yi eagerly chimed in, "I know, it must be because it's expensive."

Shaking his head, the driver sighed, "It's more than just expensive! Even if you have the money, you might not necessarily be able to buy a place there! You need power and connections as well."

"These rich people, they don't just buy houses; they create zones and styles. Ordinary folks can only listen to these news in awe, wishing they could be in their shoes."

"Hong Kong is becoming a place where the rich get richer, and the poor get poorer. Housing prices are skyrocketing, making it so that ordinary citizens who want to own a home will truly become slaves to their mortgages for a lifetime."

Upon finishing his words, the driver, perhaps realizing that the passenger in the backseat was also wealthy, fell silent.

Chu Yuening, however, could empathize. "Yes, everyone does work hard."

The driver, too, had a family to feed and a mortgage to pay. Witnessing a young person like Chu Yuening who could relate to their struggles, he developed a favorable impression of her.

Throughout the journey, he shared numerous amusing anecdotes to entertain the two girls.

It wasn't until Chu Yuening alighted from the car that he suddenly recalled something, slapping his forehead. "Wasn't that the Temple Street Fortune Teller? Ah! I've watched her on TV multiple times, how could I have forgotten when I saw her in person!"

One must know that since the metaphysical variety show aired, Chu Yuening's name had soared in popularity in Hong Kong.

Regardless of gender or age, everyone knew her.

The driver had become an ardent fan of the Temple Street Fortune Teller after just three brief encounters with her predictions.

Hitting his thigh in regret, he lamented, "Ah, I should have asked when her next show would be filmed."

Chu Yuening led Chu Yi to the sales department. Although she had the key, it was her first time visiting, and she was unsure of its exact location.

Having just entered the sales department, she immediately spotted Fang Jingguo accompanied by the Fang family, all of them inspecting a villa. A small squad of sales representatives encircled them.

Tian Yuye accepted the orange juice offered by a salesperson and, with one eye on the villa model, began her observation.

"Fang Jingguo, I think this one is quite good too," she suggested.

Fang Jingguo glanced at the location and expressed his discontent, "No, it's not satisfactory. The position isn't ideal."

His gaze wandered around until it settled on a particular spot. He pointed and said, "This one seems nice. Let's purchase this one."

He unbuttoned his suit to retrieve his check for payment, but the salesperson expressed great difficulty, "Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, but we can't sell you this building."

"Not for sale?" Fang Jingguo's anger was evident. His status in Hong Kong had been rising, and everyone sought to curry favor with him. Yet, there was a property he couldn't buy?

"Is it that only those with a certain status can live in this building?"

The salesperson replied, "Yes, that's correct."

"That settles it, then." Fang Jingguo said. "We'll buy it."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fang," the salesperson replied with a pleasant smile. "This villa complex was initially built by our group's chairman for a distinguished person. Especially this building, it has already been reserved for that person."

Fang Jingguo furrowed his brow.

Of course, he knew who the group chairman was—Wan Cheng, once the wealthiest businessman in Hong Kong. After a scandal, he vanished from public view only to reemerge two years ago, backed by the Qiao Group, and established this villa complex.