"By the way, what did you just say to that person? Why do I feel like that person keeps staring at my stomach?"

"Want to know?"

Wen Qinghe blinked and said, "Mmm."

The man suddenly lowered his head, his cool breath brushing against the girl's ear.

A tingling sensation ran through her, and just as Wen Qinghe was about to push the man away, she heard the man's deep voice.

“I told him my wife is pregnant and I need to save money to buy baby formula. I asked if he could give me a discount. If he could help me negotiate a lower price, I would consider buying another set.”

Wen Qinghe's face turned bright red. "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Hehe, baby, if last night..."

The last few words, spoken close to Wen Qinghe's ear, were so hot they almost made her legs go weak.

Wen Qinghe blushed and angrily cursed, "You scoundrel!"

The man covered his mouth and chuckled softly, about to say something, when he heard the other person's voice coming from the doorway:

"It's done! The landlord agreed, the minimum is five thousand eight hundred, what do you think?"

Wen Qinghe: !!!

Won't this homeowner regret this later?!

Whether the homeowner regrets it or not is another matter; all she wants to say is that she's about to make a fortune!

Wen Qinghe dared not delay, fearing unforeseen circumstances, and quickly signaled to Yan Xiao with her eyes to implement it as soon as possible.

The man understood and nodded at the other person.

He then quickly took Wen Qinghe and the other person to complete the transfer procedures.

Although normal sales do not allow for ownership transfer, it is still very quick to go through the transfer process by using a relative's name.

The courtyard house is named after Wen Qinghe.

Looking at the thin piece of paper, Wen Qinghe couldn't suppress the surprise in her eyes.

After leaving the housing registration office, Yan Xiao handed the man the counted ten-yuan notes.

With this, they finally owned their first home in Beijing.

The middleman was a young man in his early twenties, who didn't look even as old as Yan Xiao.

In just one morning, a house was sold to Wen Qinghe and Yan Xiao. The man didn't want to let go of Yan Xiao, this fat sheep, and started to build a relationship in hopes of a second transaction.

"Brother Yan, now that we're so close, just call me Xiao Wang from now on. I have a few properties available; would you like to take a look?"