28 An Extraordinary Peach Blossom Village Villa

The little skeleton had an amusing name: Gumimi. Gumimi simply couldn’t bear to watch Ha Xiaoming, that foolish dog, continue to spill the embarrassing secrets of the Skeleton King so recklessly. Feeling a twinge of compassion, Gumimi reached out and tugged at Ha Xiaoming’s sleeve.

Ha Xiaoming turned his head, confusion written all over his face.

Gumimi smiled, sweet and innocent, and took the initiative to introduce herself, “Hello, my name is Gumimi. My chairman—otherwise known as the Skeleton King—would like to have a word with you.”

Ha Xiaoming: “……”

In an instant, Mao Xiaobai’s earlier ‘nonsense’ was explained.

Immediately, Ha Xiaoming, who had been so dejected, broke out in a cold sweat.

A few minutes later.

In the depths of the night, at the top-tier luxury villa community in the capital, within Peach Blossom Villa, Ha Xiaoming was tied to a tree, being whipped mercilessly. His agonized cries echoed through the sky.

…

At eight in the morning, Jiang Bei and Yang Xue packed a few simple clothes into the trunk, bid farewell to their parents, and set out for the capital.

After nearly twelve hours of driving, they arrived at dusk and headed directly to the renowned Pangu Hotel. They booked two rooms, rested briefly, and after dinner, strolled around the neighborhood.

The following morning, the two drove according to the navigation and arrived at Peach Blossom Villa.

By now, Peach Blossom Villa had undergone a complete transformation. Those meant to move in—Mao Xiaobai, Ha Xiaoming, Gumimi, and others—were all settled.

The “Dongwu” Property Management Company’s team was officially on duty, awaiting Jiang Bei’s arrival.

Under Wang Fu’s arrangements, there were still three vacant villas, each covering fifteen hundred square meters: numbers fifteen and sixteen, which were neighbors, and twenty-one, across from fifteen.

Since Fang Yuan was still abroad in Saint Martin and had not yet returned, the choice of which villa she would purchase depended on which one Jiang Bei chose first.

However, with such arrangements, no matter how they chose, Jiang Bei and Fang Yuan would be close by.

Thus, their first meeting after nineteen years was certain to happen soon.

Wang Fu and the other big shots eagerly anticipated witnessing that moment.

As a result…

Yesterday, over a hundred hidden high-definition cameras were urgently installed throughout Peach Blossom Villa, and all the old cameras were upgraded, ensuring that every public area was covered without a single blind spot.

In other words, Wang Fu and his associates would be able to watch Jiang Bei and Fang Yuan’s interactions in real time.

“What do you think their first meeting will be like?”

“If you ask me, after all these years together as a couple, they must have developed a tacit understanding. The first meeting will surely spark something—they’ll see eye to eye.”

“That makes sense, but after nineteen years of growth, wouldn’t that have some impact? I don’t think they’ll instantly feel that connection.”

The group of big shots began to debate.

Wang Fu watched, smiling as he lit a cigar. He had his own guess, and he believed his prediction was the most likely to come true.

But for now, he kept it to himself.

To say it outright would spoil the fun.

He spoke up, “How about this: let’s make a little wager. One hundred million per bet, with a ten-billion cap per person. Place your bets—what do you say?”

Excellent, very excellent!

Soon, several possibilities were raised.

First, [Bad First Impression]: when they meet, they feel nothing for each other, like strangers.

Second, [Good First Impression]: Jiang Bei is handsome, Fang Yuan is beautiful; they hit it off, with a hint of initial attraction.

Third, [Average First Impression]: nothing special, just neighbors in the same community, acquainted but not impressed.

Fourth, [Terrible First Impression]: if either Jiang Bei or Fang Yuan finds the other disagreeable, the impression is awful.

Of course, the fourth option was Wang Fu’s suggestion.

He wouldn’t bet on it himself, preferring to wait till the end—otherwise, he wouldn’t win much.

“A terrible impression? That’s impossible! They’ve been married for years.”

“I agree. An average impression, maybe, but neither of them is shallow.”

Wang Fu ignored their chatter, quietly waiting until the discussion wound down before reminding them, “Alright, place your bets. Winner takes all, then we split the pot proportionally.”

“Wait, what if we watch the surveillance and can’t tell the result?”

Wang Fu smiled, “Don’t worry, we play fair. I’ll contact the bodyguards close to Jiang Bei and Fang Yuan, and they’ll come announce the result personally—sound good?”

Perfect! Absolutely perfect!

The big shots began making their choices.

Wang Fu, cigar in mouth, was no longer the simple dog of old, happily playing with the Skeleton King’s head. He had lived far too long.

…

At the gate, Jiang Bei and Yang Xue explained their purpose to the guards, asking if there were any villas available for transfer.

In communities like Peach Blossom Villa, if a homeowner wanted to sell, it was common to leave information with the property management, who would then help connect with outside agents or interested buyers.

Such top-tier property management differed greatly from ordinary services.

Jiang Bei had previously called to inquire and received a warm response, “Yes, you’re welcome to come and have a look.”

Very soon, the property manager—Hu Yao, twenty-eight years old, dressed in professional attire—led Jiang Bei and Yang Xue to view the three vacant villas.

At that moment, only heaven knew how excited Hu Yao was, desperately trying to suppress it, and how hard that was!

After all…

“This is Jiang Bei, the legendary Mr. Jiang!”

“I’ve only ever heard of him—now I finally see him in person!”

“Ah, I’m so excited, I want to hug him!”

“If I suddenly hug him, would I get slapped to death?”

“Ah! What am I thinking? Calm down, calm down!”

……

Jiang Bei turned to look at the property manager, who had just introduced herself as Hu Yao, feeling a bit puzzled. “Excuse me, Auntie…”

Thunk!

Yang Xue: ……

Hu Yao: “?????”

Wait! Did Mr. Jiang just call me…?

Auntie?

He actually called me Auntie!!!!!

Yang Xue reacted quickly. Seeing Hu Yao’s face darken instantly, she hurriedly stepped on Jiang Bei’s foot and smiled apologetically at Hu Yao, “Sister, sorry, my friend’s head is a bit muddled. Please don’t mind…”

Hu Yao: ……

What a scoop!

Mr. Jiang has a muddled head?

How come I’ve never heard of such a thing?

Of course, Hu Yao wouldn’t dare get angry with Jiang Bei. Her darkened face was purely instinct. She quickly smiled and shook her head, “Not at all, I am indeed older. So, Mr. Jiang, what was it you wanted to ask?”