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"It's really Qingfeng."

The salesperson who had attended to Fang Jingguo earlier approached, skepticism lacing their voice. "That can't be true. Lately, many people have been impersonating nobles in an attempt to profit. Our eyes aren't that easily deceived. The key to Qingfeng is one of a kind; let me take a look."

Chu Yi cooperatively raised her hand, revealing the key.

In the 90s, Hong Kong already had advanced electronic locks. However, for added security, a keyhole was still installed on the handle of the electronic lock.

Many villa keys were identical, but Qingfeng's was distinct.

The moment the salesman laid eyes on the key, beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, and he hastily dashed back towards the hall.

"Quick! The Clear Wind people have really arrived!"

Fang Jingguo furrowed his brows. Although he had been impressed by the mansion on the hilltop earlier, he hadn't known its name.

He had merely assumed that Chu Yuening indeed owned a property here.

A possibility crossed his mind, making him feel nauseous all of a sudden.

With the beauty of the Chu family's elder sisters, it wouldn't be difficult for them to attach themselves to a powerful man in Hong Kong. Especially since Chu Yi was still young, underage, and part of a pair of sisters, acquiring a villa here wouldn't be a challenge.

It was just that no matter how one thought about it, it was utterly disgusting.

Fortunately, they had already cut ties. Otherwise, the Fang family would be too ashamed to face others if this got out.

Meanwhile,

In a quiet villa, a middle-aged man with a head full of white hair, with the help of a maid, dressed himself in a suit. He meticulously checked his reflection in the mirror.

"Are there any wrinkles on the back of the suit?" he asked.

The nanny carefully examined it. "None."

She found it amusing to see her usually uncaring husband so nervous today. "Sir, what has gotten into you today?"

"I've given away the villa on the hilltop," Wan Cheng said solemnly.

"Given it away?" The nanny was startled. She knew better than anyone else how hard her husband had worked to build that complex. He had even begged the CEO of the Qiao family for assistance.

After the head of the Qiao family inspected the property's location, he agreed, but with one condition.

He wanted a property reserved for his esteemed patron.

Who didn't know the influence of the Qiao family in Hong Kong? They had power and wealth, only slightly trailing behind the Zhou family in terms of status and might.

Among the wealthy and influential, owing someone a favor was the most undesirable thing.

Just how esteemed could the patron be to warrant the Qiao family's direct investment?

That villa on the hilltop, disregarding its feng shui, had already cost tens of millions in renovations alone. It was a highly sought-after luxury property with prices skyrocketing due to the intense demand.

Wan Cheng dared not sell it, and he held an extraordinary respect for this unseen patron in his heart.

Without her, the Qiao Group wouldn't have invested, and his prospects of a comeback would have been nil.

In other words, the Qiao family's patron was also his own.

The nanny, known for her composure, now appeared tense, vigilantly observing Wan Cheng to ensure that no hint of disrespect showed on his part.

"Sir, shall we apply some powder to our faces?"

Ordinarily, Wan Cheng would have lashed out at such a suggestion.

After all, what man would put on makeup? But now, he was genuinely considering it.

Wan Cheng stroked his beard as he gazed into the mirror, examining himself from different angles. "Does it really make that much of a difference?"

Suddenly, the phone rang. He answered it promptly, and his expression turned grave.

"What? The esteemed guest has already arrived? I'll be there right away. Arrange for the cleaners and security personnel to conduct a final inspection on the mountaintop. Make sure the environment is pristine and secure for the guest's visit!"

After hanging up, Wan Cheng's anxiety grew.

This was an important figure from the Qiao family. Any mistake, no matter how small, could cost him dearly with the Qiaos.

Ten minutes later.

A grand entourage entered the reception hall, with Wan Cheng at its center, surrounded by bodyguards all sporting sunglasses and carrying firearms.

Fang Jingguo had been preparing to take his leave when he least expected the incoming figure to be the very CEO of the long-coveted Wan Corporation that he'd been trying to curry favor with.

His face lit up as he handed his briefcase to Tian Yuye and rushed forward, extending his hand. "Mr. Wan, what a coincidence! I never imagined running into you here."

Wan Cheng gave the newcomer a glance. He wasn't an idiot, especially after having experienced the lows in life; he wouldn't look down on anyone. In the past, he would have warmly shaken hands with an unfamiliar greeter.

But not today.

Wan Cheng promptly pushed the man away and hastily left.

Fang Jingguo awkwardly explained to his wife, "Mr. Wan is incredibly busy, handling countless affairs daily. There must be an urgent matter that requires his immediate attention."

Tian Yuye concurred, "Yes, it's rumored that Mr. Wan is known for his impeccable manners. Something major must have happened for him to behave so uncharacteristically. Otherwise, what could possibly make Mr. Wan lose his composure like this, in full view of everyone?"

Wan Cheng hastily approached the two elegant figures seated at the side of the hall, then paused, slightly leaning forward to bow. He pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Master Chu, I apologize for keeping you waiting."

His words fell, and the entire hall fell silent.

This was Wan Cheng, the towering figure in Hong Kong's real estate industry, bowing to a man in his twenties?

Who exactly was this esteemed personage?

Fang Jingguo's eyes bulged wider than coins, his teeth gritted in a menacing manner. The CEO of the Wan Corporation, whom he had eagerly awaited to meet, was actually bowing to his ungrateful daughter?

He had missed out on the Qiao family, and now the Wans as well?

Regret overwhelmed him, causing a sharp pain in his heart. Fang Jingguo gasped for air, clutching his chest as he started to collapse.

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Wan Cheng faced the girl on the sofa, still slightly bending his waist as if he dared not stand up without her permission.

After a moment of silence.

The girl came to her senses, lifting her gaze and offering a slight smile. "Mr. Wan, you're too courteous."