Before noon. Beijing western suburb.
Hai Ge Garden Mansion, No. 6.
Yang Zhaode’s mother and Yang Zhaofen looked at Dong Xuebing in shock. The sentence, ‘This is my house now.’ had made Yang Zhaojuan speechless. When the housing agent appeared, they thought Luan Xiaoping and her son had fooled them. But her son wrote a check of almost twenty million and bought the house on the spot.
That’s twenty million!
Yang Zhaojuan cannot make this amount in ten lifetimes.
No words can describe how Yang Zhaojuan and the rest felt. They only have one question in their heads. How rich are Luan Xiaoping and her son?
One can even hear a needle drop in the house.
One second….
Two seconds….
Three seconds….
The housing agent came back to her senses and quickly looked at that check. Everything was fine, and she smiled. She is impressed by the way Dong Xuebing buys this house. They didn’t even view the rooms, and he paid in full.
How do you determine a person is wealthy or not?
This is a really rich man!
“What’s wrong?” Dong Xuebing looks at the staff. “Is there anything wrong with the check?”
“No….” The staff replied. “Sir, I will prepare the transaction paperwork for you immediately.”
“There’s no hurry. This house is renovated and has furniture. Are these included at that price?” The staff nodded, and Dong Xuebing laughed. “Good. You can cash in the check first, and we will settle the paperwork in the afternoon. Is this house considered mine now?” He did not forget to ‘slap’ Yang Zhaojuan again.
Although the paperwork was not completed, Dong Xuebing had paid for it. The staff smiles. “Of course. This is your house from now. I will pass you the keys and the contract later.”
“Thank you.” Dong Xuebing said and looked towards the door.
The staff got the hint. “I shall not disturb you all.”
The staff walked out of the house quickly.
Dong Xuebing turns back and sees Yang Zhaojuan is still in a daze. “Auntie, have a seat.”
Yang Zhaojuan has a grim expression.
Luan Xiaoping gave Dong Xuebing an angry stare. “Stop your nonsense.” After that, she turns to Yang Zhaojuan. “Zhaojuan, don’t bother with him.”
Yang Zhaojuan quickly reply. “Ah…. It’s alright.”
Yang Zhaofen also tried to change the topic. “Sister Luan, this house is beautiful, and it comes along with a garden and swimming pool. Let’s go upstairs to look at the bedrooms.”
Everyone went to the second and third floors to look at the rooms.
When everyone was at a balcony on the third floor, Dong Xuebing pulled his mother aside. “Mum, did you bring your identification card and other documents with you? This house will be registered under your name, and you will be signing the contract later. This is my gift to you.”
Luan Xiaoping quickly waves her hand. “I cannot accept it.”
“It’s already bought, and you got to accept it.”
“Let’s return it.” Luan Xiaoping replied. “It’s too expensive.”
Dong Xuebing let out a hmph. “It’s not expensive. I don’t mind spending more to get back at them. I dare her to say we are poor again.” Yang Zhaojuan and the rest will never call them poor. How can someone who wears over a million worth of clothes and lives in a twenty million mansion be poor?
Luan Xiaoping is touched and scolded by her son. “Why are you so revengeful?”
Dong Xuebing replied. “This is not revengeful. I will never allow anyone to bully you.”
“Your Uncle Yang and his mother are still around. Don’t embarrass Zhaojuan anymore. Do you understand?”
“Ok.” Dong Xuebing had Zhaojuan look bad today and is not so angry with her now. “But you must accept this house. I have always wanted to buy a mansion for you. Don’t reject it.”
Luan Xiaoping replied helplessly. “Alright. But I will not be staying here. You hold on to the keys, and you can stay here when you come to Beijing.”
“Let’s keep a set of keys each.”
“Ok.”
Noon.
Purple Bamboo Park, Shangri-La Hotel.
Dong Xuebing made a lunch reservation in Beijing’s top five-star hotel to host Yang Zhaode and his family, and it cost at least 200,000 RMB.
Dong Xuebing will go all out to make her mother look good. He uses practical ways to show them his mother’s condition is not inferior to Yang Zhaode and might even be better. She can get any men if she wants. Stop thinking my mother is not good enough for him.
That’s why Dong Xuebing did not mention anything about his mother and Yang Zhaode’s marriage during lunch.
Dong Xuebing and Luan Xiaoping did not bring up this topic, but someone else did.
They might have discussed among themselves, and Yang Zhaojuan was shocked again by the five-digit dishes served on the table. She stopped talking and knew she had embarrassed herself today.
“Sister Luan.” Yang Zhaofen has been close to Luan Xiaoping, and she is the best person to bring up this topic. “Have you and my brother decided on your marriage date?”
Luan Xiaoping blushed and looked at Yang Zhaode.
Yang Zhaode smiles at her.
“We….” Luan Xiaoping was about to say something when Yang Zhaode’s mother interrupted. “Hurry and decide on the date.”
Yang Zhaode laughed. “We are not going to hold a wedding ceremony, and we will just have a simple lunch between both families.”
Yang Zhaode’s mother nodded.
“Xiao Bing.” Yang Zhaode looks at Dong Xuebing. “What do you think?”
Dong Xuebing laughed. “You can decide with my Mum. I will listen to her.”
The marriage was settled, and everyone felt better.
