After dismissing her subordinates, Yaochi personally drove the three of them into the most luxurious residential area in Songcheng.

Sunken garden, wishing well, Neptune Fountain, St. Peter's Pavilion...

"Sister Yao, do you usually live here?" Li Qianxia tilted her head back like a goose.

"I usually stay here when I come to Songcheng." Compared to her, Yaochi seemed very confident, like Li Changzhou walking into the school's second canteen at the beginning of the month.

The four of them entered a villa. As soon as they stepped inside, they could see a European-style lawn opposite the living room, bathed in sunlight—perfect for playing golf.

"Is this Italian style?" Li Qianxia looked around at the living room design. She had been to Italy several times.

"I didn't pay attention to the specifics of the combination of Songcheng style and Italian style."

"Aren't we buying an evening gown?" Li Changzhou touched the back of the sofa, wondering what material it was made of, even though he didn't know what the material felt like.

"I've already had it delivered." Yaochi poured herself a glass of water and drank it.

She pointed to the refrigerator and said to Li Changzhou, "The things inside are 100% non-toxic and fresh. If you want to drink, take some yourself. The wine cabinet is downstairs. It's best to put it in the refrigerator to disinfect it. Qianxia, ​​Qinglan, let's go upstairs."

The three women left, and Li Changzhou watched their figures disappear into the openwork steps.

He opened the refrigerator door, and a message popped into his mind: this was indeed a tool that could disinfect and preserve food without requiring electricity.

It was a good thing, and Li Changzhou instinctively wanted to put it into his honey pot world.

Resisting the urge to steal, he closed the refrigerator door, glanced around, and went to the sofa area. He grabbed a magazine from the table and plopped down on it.

The sofa seemed to embrace him.

It's another item that can eliminate fatigue, automatically clean itself, and slowly restore abilities.

What does it mean to be rich? This is what it means to be rich!

Feeling more comfortable, I turned my attention to the magazine in my hand.

It's not a magazine, it has no publisher, no cover girl, and no price; it's a privately commissioned encyclopedia of ancient costumes.

The images are exquisite, the illustrations come from various museums, and the text is all written by professionals, highlighting what kind of people would wear such clothes.

"Is this so that we can tell someone's social status just by looking at their clothes?" Li Changzhou muttered to himself as he flipped through the pages.

As for the year, you don't need to look; the system message will tell you.

I started by just flipping through it casually, but I ended up getting engrossed in it. The writing is professional yet not dry, with a wide range of references. Even as a pastime, it's a very good book.

If you sell it, it will definitely become a bestseller in the history category.

Li Changzhou only came to his senses when he heard footsteps, having already flipped through a quarter of the magazine in his hand.

"elder brother."

Li Changzhou turned around and saw his younger sister, dressed in a formal gown, standing in front of him.

"Is it pretty?" Li Qianxia put one hand on her hip and struck a haughty pose.

"...What are you doing?" Li Changzhou asked, puzzled.

Off-the-shoulder, low-cut, and I guess she used breast pads, otherwise it wouldn't be that big.

"Go change it."

Showing legs is one thing, but showing chest is absolutely unacceptable.

"I asked you if it looks good!" Li Qianxia said, dissatisfied. Expecting her brother to not answer, she added, "I chose another outfit. I'm just trying this one on."

"I see." Only then did Li Changzhou take a serious look.

Her hair was down, and her long, trailing skirt accentuated her elegant lower body and slender upper body, making her look perfect, beautiful, and radiant, with a touch of sexiness.

I almost didn't recognize her; even her brother was amazed.

"not bad."

"Not bad? Look at your waist, your chest, your hips, your collarbone, your face?! Not bad?"

"...Do I care about your waist, chest, hips, or collarbone? I'm looking at this dress, at the overall look of you in it. It's quite beautiful, even stunning, but you're not allowed to wear it."

"Tch." Li Qianxia rolled her eyes at him, then laughed, "Brother, hurry up, get my phone and take a picture!"

Amidst the clattering sounds, Li Qianxia struck various poses, occasionally even leaning over the sofa, feigning allure.

As they were filming, Yang Qinglan and Yaochi also came down.

Yaochi wore a court-style halter-neck evening gown, pure white, elegant and gorgeous. Paired with her white hair, she looked like a dream, as if she were glowing, exuding a noble sense of luxury and a natural air of nobility.

Li Changzhou looked at Yang Qinglan, who was walking behind Yaochi.

She wore a light blue chiffon dress, which wasn't overly revealing, but it was still an evening gown. The fitted long skirt accentuated her bust and waist curves, giving her a noble and elegant air.

A smile appeared on Li Changzhou's lips.

Yang Qinglan also smiled, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"How is it?" she asked. Although she was rich, this was the first time she had ever worn an evening gown.

"Beautiful, drifting and floating, pure white and translucent, it is the gentle breeze that brushes past your ear in spring, the green shade of the grape trellis in the yard in summer, the golden rice fields that whisper in autumn, and the first snow you see when you wake up in winter."

"Where did you see that?" Yang Qinglan asked, amused.

"...Never mind that, you're the prettiest anyway."

"And me?" Yaochi asked defiantly.

“I’d say it’s the third best-looking.” Li Changzhou wasn’t one to lie. “Below Miss Yang and my sister.”

Yaochi gave him a seductive glare and said in a slow, melodious voice, "So, between your sister and Miss Yang, who comes first?"

"That goes without saying, of course it is—"

Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia were both looking at him.

Strange, why can a younger sister also create a chaotic situation for her older brother?

"—Qinglan is number one."

But it wasn't a real battleground. One of them was the younger sister, and no matter what, they were inseparable and could be bullied at will.

This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!