After entering the villa estate, Liu Zhizhong indeed felt like a switch had been flipped.
The bustling maids in the estate mostly bore the same faces as last time, though a small portion had changed.
As for security, from the main gate to the entrance hall of the main building, all were new faces, and all were women.
These women looked, ah, each of them exuded an air of vigorous elegance; their appearances and physiques were attractive, especially when paired with their beautiful security uniforms. Official source ıs 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱
Liu Zhizhong couldn't help but marvel at how the mysterious and powerful person indeed had a unique and willful way of employing people.
In short order, Shi Jing had taken him to the elevator.
But this time, he didn't take the same elevator as before; instead, he took the private elevator reserved for the homeowner.
As the elevator doors opened, Shi Jing said to Liu Zhizhong, "I won't be going up. You can get off at the fourth floor, Mr. Xuan is waiting for you there."
Liu Zhizhong entered the elevator and found it quite interesting.
When Song Zhe and the others were around, they referred to him as Brother Xuan.
But now that Shi Jing and her colleagues had arrived, they referred to him as Mr. Xuan.
When the elevator doors opened, indeed, this door was opposite to the other elevator's, making it difficult to enter the homeowner's private living area without the elevator.
Upon opening the door, the hall that faced him was even more opulently decorated than the guest reception hall on the other side. However, this hall didn't have a pool table or ping pong table. Instead, there were Chinese Chess, Go, and Chess tables arranged in an ancient and luxurious setting.
And below the marble wall facing the elevator entrance sat an almost ten-meter-long fish tank, impressively large.
Inside the fish tank, two valuable blue scaled dragonfish swam freely, each nearly one and a half meters in length, with a majestic presence and auspicious vibe.
The hall on the other side had no terrace, but this one did, and it was incredibly large.
Above the terrace was a beautifully crafted artificial hill created from giant stacked rocks, with a large koi pond beneath.
On the hill grew lovely vines.
And beneath these vines sat a beautiful pavilion.
Hanging from the pavilion's roof were long strands of Purple Vine. It was the blooming season, and the beautiful, large clusters of flowers hung in strands over the pavilion like waterfalls, creating a highly romantic scene.
Under such a Flower Pavilion, Qian Xuan sat in a wheelchair, his back to the elevator exit, seemingly lost in thought as he gazed outside the villa estate, perhaps at the farm across from it?
Liu Zhizhong learned from his chat with Song Zhe that the farm produced corn, wheat, and other grains usually consumed in the estate, along with beef, mutton, and poultry like chickens, ducks, and geese—all organic and environmentally friendly.
To realize this self-sufficient lifestyle, Qian Xuan had paid a considerable price. He acquired land and established quite a large farm. Sometimes, the big shots from the Provincial City who visited him were pleased, even proud, to snatch some of these green organic food supplies from his place.
The wealthy and powerful, mysterious young tycoon was just that cool.
Of course, to prevent his past connection with Luo Shuxiu from being exposed, Liu Zhizhong always refrained from mentioning Miss Luo in his conversations with Song Zhe! After all, being cautious was necessary.
At that moment, Liu Zhizhong saw Qian Xuan, observing his somewhat emaciated Shadow, unable to sense his pallor and frailty.
It seemed as though he embodied the bearing of a king; the estate was situated upon a hill, allowing him to look down upon everything, with everything before his eyes and beneath his feet.
Unconsciously, Liu Zhizhong felt a strong sense of immersion... Damn, if one day he too could sit in a pavilion —the wheelchair notwithstanding—and watch everything beneath him, how awesome would that feel?
Not to mention sitting and watching everything belong to oneself, even just standing and watching would be exhilarating!
But for now, he could only watch others watch. He was nothing but a minor character who had to heed call and dispatch at will. Who knew how many years of struggle it would take to achieve such a thrill?
Existences like Qian Xuan came with a legacy; almost as if born to it...