Chapter 48 Gift I refuse this gift

The collaboration with Yang Guisi still needed time to prepare, so Chang Xile returned to school first. When she arrived at her dorm, she discovered Fang Xinai had already packed up and returned home. He had left her a message before leaving, but Chang Xile had been so preoccupied that she hadn't noticed it.

Xiao Ai: [I'm done. Living in a dorm by myself is too scary. I'm going home to pet my dog! Good luck, Xile! I'll bring you some local specialties when I get back!]

(＾v＾): [Is it too lonely to be alone?]

Xiao Ai: [Not really, I think it’s too lively]

(＾ｖ＾): [Hmm?]

Xiao Ai: [I felt like there were people in the bathroom, on the balcony, in the closet, under the bed, on the ceiling... I felt like so many people were watching me, I didn't even dare to turn on my phone.]

(＾v＾): [……]

Chang Xile looked up. It was already pitch dark. She had forgotten to turn on the dormitory lights. The surrounding darkness was like a fog, and everything was dim in the night. Only the area under the desk lamp was still bright.

She stood up, walked to the balcony, and drew the curtains, sighing. Chang Xile patted her face and turned on the main light, now brightening the dormitory. After washing up, she got into bed, ready for an early night.

Fang Xinai's bed was across from Chang Xile's. She had left in such a hurry that she hadn't even drawn the curtains. A doll leaned carelessly against the railing, a charming smile on its face.

It was the doll Ren Qing had left behind to sleep with Fang Xinai before he went home. It was called "Sanshuiqing." Though it was called a doll, its facial features were meticulously lifelike, remarkably lifelike. Its beautiful eyes were designed to move with gravity, and its pupils were so dark they were impossible to see through.

The arc of its smile remained unchanged. Chang Xile stared at it silently for a while. Suddenly, he felt goose bumps all over his body, and then he quickly pulled the curtains of his bed.

It's just the uncanny valley effect...it's normal. Some things can't be looked at too closely. She consoled herself, closing her eyes and trying to fall asleep.

She felt what Fang Xinai meant by "too lively".

After finally making it to dawn, Chang Xile sat up with dark circles under his eyes, picked up his phone and said sadly:

(＾ｖ＾): Guisi, can you come back to the dorm and stay with me? I’m feeling a bit tired of being alone...!

Wang Gui: [What's wrong?]

Chang Xile repeated what Fang Xinai had said.

Wang Gui: [Aren’t you the niece of “Master Kuxin”? How dare you be afraid of ghosts?]

（＾ｖ＾） ：[Everyone says nephews resemble their uncles, but no one says nieces resemble their aunts! ]

Yang Guisi slumped on the sofa, replying to messages haphazardly: "The dorm is too small. Why don't you stay at my rental for a few days? There's a room available."

Wang Gui: [By the way, let’s discuss the details of the live broadcast.]

Chang Xile gladly accepted it. As the sky began to turn pale, she lay back on the bed and took a nap.

It was already one in the afternoon when she was woken by the ringing of the phone. Chang Xile sat up with her hair loose and pressed the answer button several times before hitting it. "Hello?"

"Hello, are you Ms. Chang Xile?" The voice on the other end was a polite male voice, and it sounded a little familiar.

"You say." Chang Xile suppressed her morning grumpiness, thinking that if this was a sales call, she would scold the other party.

"Excuse me, I'm Secretary Ye. The young master has a gift for you."

What secretary, what master? This isn't some domineering CEO novel. Chang Xile frowned and prepared to hang up the phone, but just as his hand was about to touch the screen, he suddenly became fully awake.

Oh, it’s Secretary Ye from Daisy Port.

"Now?" Chang Xile looked at the time and asked him.

"Yes, I'm currently at the gate of your school. When would it be convenient for you to come out?" Secretary Ye answered respectfully, but in a tone that left no room for questioning.

If you want to ask when is convenient, you should make an appointment in advance when she is free, instead of waiting for her at the school gate without asking her first, right?

Chang Xile sighed imperceptibly, not wanting to delve into how the other party knew her phone number. She said, "I said I don't need any compensation. Secretary Ye, please go back."

Secretary Ye said in embarrassment: "The young master gave a death order, and he said this was one of the young lady's last wishes."

Chang Xile probably understood the difficulties faced by some workers. Since Dai Shanyan had previously instructed him to do so, it probably wouldn't be too far-fetched.

Anyway, she was going to stay with Yang Guisi after packing up, so it wouldn't be a big deal to meet Secretary Ye on the way.

"Then wait for me for a moment."

When Chang Xile arrived at the school gate, pushing his suitcase and following the vehicle sign Secretary Ye had mentioned, he was stunned. The car he was driving was very easy to recognize: a huge white truck.

Secretary Ye, dressed in a suit and tie, got out of the driver's seat of a white truck and walked towards Chang Xile. For a moment, Chang Xile thought he was still dreaming because this car and this person were completely out of place in the school's surroundings.

The security guard at the school gate was already looking in this direction, as if considering whether to let him park somewhere else.

"Please get in the car." Secretary Ye opened the passenger door for her.

"Wait, wait." Chang Xile was still a little confused. "You said Daisy Port has a gift for me?"

Secretary Ye paused and said, "Yes."

"Can't you give it here?" Chang Xile still had to meet up with Yang Guisi today.

"I'm afraid it's a little difficult." Secretary Ye pondered for a moment and said to her, "Shall I show you this gift?"

He turned around and went around to the back of the car and opened the trunk door of the truck.

Chang Xile looked inside and her eyes widened. Inside the car, despite the white protective layer, she could still recognize the huge painting—it was the "Laughter Overhead View" by Prosit that she had stopped to admire that day at Dai Family Villa.

A painting worth tens of millions of dollars appeared so casually in the trunk of a truck on a busy street. Chang Xile couldn't help but look back to see if anyone noticed. She was like a child who suddenly found a huge treasure and immediately became wary of the world around her.

Not only because of the monetary value of the painting, but also because of its artistic value, it cannot be destroyed.

Dai Shanyan had indeed said many times that she would give her the painting, but Chang Xile had never expected that she would remember to tell Dai Xigang about it before she left.

Chang Xile stared at the painting again in disbelief, and asked, "Give it to me?"

"Yes." Secretary Ye replied.

"But I have no place to put it." Chang Xile recalled his four-person dormitory. Even if he cleared out all the people and things, there would be no place for this painting.

"We've taken this into consideration." Secretary Ye bowed gracefully and continued to explain, "The young master has purchased a villa for you specifically to house paintings like this. We'll also handle the subsequent maintenance of the house."

Secretary Ye, watching Chang Xile's confused gaze, who clearly hadn't fully digested his words, handed her a bunch of silver keys. "I'm going to take you to the house that belongs to you. It's not far from the school, in the nearby Jianghuai District. Do you have the relevant documents with you? If it's convenient, we can arrange to complete the donation procedures today."

Secretary Ye was very busy. He raised his wrist to check the time on his watch - 1:40. He had a lot of schedules scheduled for the afternoon, so every minute counted.

"I refuse this gift."

"What?" Secretary Ye had one foot almost moving towards the driver's seat, waiting for Chang Xile to get on the passenger seat.

In his daily work, he always has high requirements for the granularity of his tasks. He strives to consider every detail and every possibility of the matter and make solutions in advance.

However, in today's situation, he did not imagine that Chang Xile would "refuse".

In Shancheng, and indeed throughout Country C, 95% of young people struggle with the prospect of buying a home throughout their lives. If Chang Xile could skip all those steps and own a house for free, how could she possibly refuse? Secretary Ye was so envious on the way here that she even wished she had saved Miss Dai's life.

He forced a smile and said, "Please allow me to ask why?"

"The gift is too expensive, and I feel guilty." Chang Xile didn't explain too much. He just smiled and said goodbye decisively, "Well, I have something else to do, so I'll be leaving first. Thank you, Secretary Ye, for making this trip."

Ye Yuan looked at Chang Xile's back as he walked away silently with the luggage handle, took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Master, she refused."

"I can think of another way."

"No need?" Ye Yuan looked confused. He heard the man on the other end of the phone chuckle and say something.

"I'll go see her myself."

Before hanging up the phone, the man commented softly: "This temper is really like her."

After Chang Xile walked into the residential area where Yang Guisi lived, he looked back in a daze.

She took out her cell phone and urgently searched the market price of the house in Jianghuai District. Then she took a deep breath to calm down, and began to count with her fingers how many zeros followed the string of numbers.

After a while, Ms. Tang Shixin, who was playing mahjong at a friend's house, heard her cell phone ring.

(＾v＾): [Mom, it seems your daughter just missed an opportunity to achieve financial freedom.]

Your sweet aunt: [Just you?]

(＾ｖ＾): [Really! At least this number!]

Tang Shixin was too lazy to type, so she picked up her phone and sent a voice message: "Have you heard that? People can't control wealth that they can't control. So... many people often return to their previous wealth level not long after becoming rich... Hey hey hey! Hum!"

At the end of the voice message, there were sighs from several other aunts expressing their regret.

After Tang Shixin finished cheering, she added what she hadn't finished saying: "So don't be sad about the wealth you didn't grasp. You should continue to learn and improve your skills. Use your brain and hands to fight for it! Fight for it! When the time comes, what is meant to come will come naturally."

Chang Xile silently listened to the conspicuous clashing of mahjong tiles in the voice chat. Although he thought the words made sense, he couldn't help but ask, "So your way of improvement is by playing mahjong, Ms. Tang?"

Tang Shixin replied readily, "Yes, it's a good way to exercise your brain, okay? The news suggests that the elderly should play mahjong to prevent Alzheimer's!"

"Girl, I don't have time to chat with you. I have to work hard to make you a rich second-generation in this life, so you can lie down and relax. Give me a kiss--"

Before the call ended, Chang Xile vaguely felt that she heard another voice: "Qin Yi Se Zi Mo!"

The voice came from Ms. Tang.