Chapter 106: Discussing Marriage (1)

Yang Xiaofan's heart trembled, and he said solemnly, "Don't worry, Dad. I will always remember that I am a descendant of the Yellow Emperor. I will never forget my motherland just because I've made something of myself, nor will I ever do anything to betray my people."

Yang's father nodded, patted him on the shoulder, and said with emotion, "Knowing that you have this kind of awareness makes me very happy. Go keep Nuanyu company. The weather is nice today—this afternoon we'll go into town and buy her some new clothes. That's the custom in our hometown. After dinner tonight, I'll give her a red envelope."

"Okay."

Yang Xiaofan went upstairs, where Qin Nuanyu was helping Yang Xiaoqing with her homework. Probably because Qin Nuanyu had given Yang Xiaoqing a phone, the two of them were getting along quite well now.

The way they were together, like sisters who hadn't seen each other in a long time, was so affectionate that it almost made Yang Xiaofan jealous.

"Ahem... so, is Xiaoqing's homework done?"

Yang Xiaoqing shot him a glance. "Finished ages ago. Sister-in-law is teaching me English now."

"You don't need to study today—I'm giving you half a day off. We're going into town this afternoon to have some fun."

"Really? That's awesome!"

Yang Xiaoqing's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Qin Nuanyu seemed to sense something and glanced at Yang Xiaofan.

Yang Xiaofan explained, "This is your first time at our home. According to our customs here, we're supposed to buy you some new clothes."

"I see."

Qin Nuanyu didn't refuse. Since it was a custom and tradition between the two of them, refusing would have been inappropriate.

After Yang's mother and Xiao Yun finished washing the pots and dishes, the whole family changed into clean clothes and set off for the county seat in the Cullinan and the GLE.

However, they didn't go straight to look at clothes.

Yang Xiaofan first went to check out the villa that Zhang Shiyi had promised him.

He planned to renovate the villa and, once he married Qin Nuanyu, hold a grand wedding there.

A wedding like no other!

"Hello, may I—oh... oh oh... y-y-you... you're Yang Xiaofan!"

The receptionist at the entrance of the sales office, upon seeing Yang Xiaofan, was so excited she couldn't even speak properly.

Yang Xiaofan was exasperated—he was wearing a mask, and she still recognized him. He quickly raised a finger to his lips in a "shh" gesture, and the female receptionist immediately nodded, though her expression remained one of barely contained excitement.

"Mr. Yang, are you here to pick out a villa? Our General Manager Zhang has already given instructions—if you came, all you need to do is go straight to our manager."

"Where is your manager?"

"He's upstairs."

"Then please take me there. It's best if no one else notices me—I don't want to cause a commotion."

"Of course. Please follow me through the back entrance."

The receptionist led Yang Xiaofan and his group through the back door, up the staff stairs, and to the manager's office.

The sales office manager, upon seeing Yang Xiaofan, was also extremely excited. He bent over and hurried forward to shake Yang Xiaofan's hand.

"Mr. Yang, sorry to keep you waiting. Ever since General Manager Zhang mentioned you might come to choose a villa, I haven't even dared to go home for lunch, worried that you'd arrive and find no one here."

"I'm truly sorry to put you through so much trouble for my sake."

"Not at all—being able to serve you is our honor. I've already picked out the villas with the best locations for you. Please take a look. If you'd like to see the physical properties, I can take you there right now."

"No need. This is your own development—you know which one is best better than I do. I'll take the most secluded villa."

"Then you might consider the one at the southeastern corner. That area is surrounded by a man-made lake—it's very peaceful and quiet."

"Alright, I'll go with that. Is the villa finished with luxury decoration, or is it bare?"

"It's bare, but General Manager Zhang has instructed that if you want luxury decoration, we can provide it for you free of charge."

"That won't be necessary—I'm not that shameless. General Manager Zhang has already gifted me a villa; asking him to cover the decoration costs as well would be going too far."

"Here's the thing—you're in real estate, so you have far more connections in this area than I do. Make the arrangements for me: find the best renovation team in our county, have them design a renovation plan, and take full responsibility for overseeing the work. Once it's done, I'll give you a two-million-yuan reward. I won't shortchange you."

Hearing the two-million-yuan reward, the manager's eyes lit up with excitement.

His annual salary, including commissions, barely broke seven figures.

Yet with a single sentence, Yang Xiaofan had offered him two million—equivalent to two years of his salary.

And all he had to do was help find a renovation company and supervise the work. It was practically free money.

Truly, the rich really were different.

At that moment, if Yang Xiaofan had asked him to serve as a footstool, he probably wouldn't have refused.

"Mr. Yang, rest assured—leave this to me. I guarantee I'll get it done beautifully. I won't let you down."

"Excellent. The renovation should focus on a festive and celebratory theme—I plan to use it as the wedding home for me and my fiancée. We won't live in it often, only for holidays and New Year when we come back to our hometown."

"But the materials must be the best eco-friendly options—absolutely no harm to human health."

"One more thing: the renovation needs to be fast. My fiancée and I may have a rather tight wedding schedule. You need to ensure completion within one to two months, while also maintaining quality. Can you do it?"

The manager didn't answer directly. Instead, he asked, "Mr. Yang, what is your renovation budget?"

"Money isn't an issue. As long as you can deliver speed, quality, and eco-friendly materials—so it's livable the moment it's done—you don't need to worry about cost."

"With those words, this will be easy. I'll contact the renovation company right away. Before ten o'clock tonight, I guarantee I'll send you the computer-generated design plans."

"Alright, I'll leave everything in your hands."

Yang Xiaofan extended his right hand, and the other man immediately stood up, bent slightly, and shook it.

"Mr. Yang, you're too kind. I'll add your WeChat in a moment and send you the materials tonight."

"Sounds good. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Afterward, the manager personally escorted Yang Xiaofan and the others out of the company, sparing them from harassment by other sales staff.

In the car, Yang Xiaoqing couldn't help marveling, "Bro, how come you spend money like you're just scattering it around? That was two million yuan—you just handed it over like it was nothing."

Yang Xiaofan smiled faintly. "Isn't money meant to be spent? In this world, there's nothing money can't accomplish. If there is, it's only because you didn't throw enough at it. Two million might seem like a lot, but it buys you a devoted steward who'll handle the house and renovation for you, saving you a lot of worry. It's a good deal."

"Remember this: all you need to do is make money. Anything you want to do, you can accomplish by spending it."