004 | Chapter Four - Welcome to the New Home
—This will be your new home from now on, my mistress.
The 40-day postpartum care center has finally been closed today, which is also the day of moving to the new home. A large number of people were already lined up on the first floor of the postpartum care center, setting up the safest routes and all-round watch positions.
Even though Xiaoyue had seen many such "grand occasions," this one was even more extravagant than their wedding day...
After walking the red carpet and being seen off by the director and nurses of the postpartum care center, a group of bodyguards in black set up a cordon several streets away, with a level of security more extravagant than that of any politician.
There's no way to change this man's flamboyant personality; it's probably as difficult as cutting off his manhood.
Diaz put his arm around Xiaoyue and held his son in the other as they got into the luxury chauffeur-driven car. His pride was written all over his face, as if he were about to have cannons fired to celebrate.
But that was also because they were afraid of scaring Diaz Mark.
"Let's go to the new house." He knocked on the car window, signaling the driver to start the car. The black partition slowly rose as the engine started, leaving the back seat space for the family of three.
However, Xiaoyue was still a little uneasy about her new home. Firstly, it was a high-rise building with ten or twenty floors, and secondly, Diaz had mentioned that he would be moving in with a medical team. In addition to the original servants and butler, it meant that more and more strangers would be moving in, which was undoubtedly a point of concern for her.
"What's wrong? Not happy about going to the new house?" He seemed to notice the change in her expression. Mark in his arms opened his eyes wide and waved his little hands. Diaz teased him affectionately with his rough stubble, which brought bursts of giggles.
"No... I'm just a little worried, plus I'm used to living in a mansion." Looking at Mark's innocent smile, Xiaoyue couldn't help but reach out and tease him, and the gloom on her face dissipated slightly.
Upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow, as if somewhat incredulous: "You're now doubting that I can't protect you?"
Xiaoyue's shoulders trembled slightly. She hadn't expected Diaz to see through her little scheme so easily, but she also knew that this matter would obviously offend his "face".
"I'm just not used to strangers... Now that Mark is here, I want to be more careful about everything..." She held Diaz's arm, gently stroking her son's round and tender cheeks, her voice as soft as candy.
Seeing her coquettish and dependent appearance, even though Diaz initially felt offended, he couldn't muster any anger at all. He simply relaxed his shoulders and sighed helplessly, "You woman, sigh..."
"Who do you think I am? Putting aside the fact that I've already installed layered access control, do those bastards have the guts to touch my father's women and son?" He deliberately raised his voice, as if to make a powerful declaration, announcing the already settled outcome.
Just as Xiaoyue was about to say something, the car stopped in front of a towering building, where, as is customary, a long red carpet and colorful ribbons were laid out...
"Is this some kind of ribbon-cutting ceremony?" she couldn't help but complain, her lips twitching.
"Tasteless. This is a 'housewarming ceremony,' no arguments allowed." Diaz gave a sly smile, picked up Mark and got out of the car from the other side, then walked around to open the door for Xiaoyue and extended his hand, "Come on, welcome to our new home."
Looking at the extravagant red carpet and welcoming party, Xiaoyue felt a little helpless, but still smiled sweetly.
She placed her hand in his, and together they stepped onto the red carpet, lifting their chests and chins—as the godfather's woman, his legal wife, and the future mistress of this home.
Diaz cradled his son in one arm, a satisfied smile playing on his lips, as if to say—
This is the scenery Lao Tzu wanted to see.
Upon entering the building, the first floor was as spacious as a lobby. The original staff from the mansion were already waiting in various places. There were four elevators, two on each side. One side was set up for the servants, and the other side was specially controlled for Xiaoyue's use.
He put his arm around Xiaoyue and they got into the elevator. There were more than twenty floors... far more and higher than she had imagined.
"I never imagined I could live in such a luxurious building..." She listened to the hum of the elevator and the numbers on the panel gradually increasing, and sighed silently in her heart.
Before meeting Diaz, she was a struggling photographer who could only afford to rent a suite. She often went hungry while preparing for exhibitions and would just shower and sleep when she got home. She never imagined that one day she would be able to use so many floors...
"Then let's start thinking about it now." Diaz put his arm around her, his tone devoid of any contempt or doubt, because he always focused only on the "present moment," "because you'll be the mistress of this place from now on."
Just like when he decided to redeem Xiaoyue, he never considered what stains this woman had in her past or what challenges she might bring him in the future. He only cared about the present moment; he had to have this woman, no matter the cost.
"...Hmm." Hearing this, Xiaoyue's feelings became complicated.
A year ago, she never imagined that the man in front of her would treat her like this. That gangster boss who only wanted to "sow seeds" every night, disregarded her longing for the wedding or her opinion on the wedding ring, and insisted on imposing his own values on her.
But now it's like this...
This made her eyes well up silently, and a lump in her throat blurred her vision.
The elevator dinged and stopped at the sixteenth floor, which seemed to be the starting point for living. The luxurious elevator doors slid open quietly, and a fresh scent with a faint floral fragrance wafted out.
...The scent of roses?
As she was still thinking, what came into view was a spacious living room with a red and black color scheme. Several floor-to-ceiling windows were on the outside, and a huge TV screen was on the left. A soft beige sofa sat in the center, paired with a simple floor lamp and cushions, which looked warm and comfortable.
On the other side was a simple small kitchen and a spiral staircase leading upwards. Diaz led her up the stairs, where the space was completely different, clearly a children's play area.
But everything was still in a somewhat blank stage. Apart from large areas of anti-collision pads and soft floor mats, there weren't many toys or decorations. On the other side of the stairs were several empty rooms, where a nanny and caregiver were already on standby.
"These are all people I specifically entrusted to me; they're trustworthy." He handed Mark to the nanny and whispered to Xiaoyue, "If anything happens to Mark, their ancestors for eighteen generations will suffer a fate worse than death."
His voice was firm and unquestionable, as if it were just a simple fact that needed no further explanation.
The nanny and several caregivers respectfully took Mark from the baby and began to gently soothe him. They said to Xiaoyue, "Please rest assured, Madam, we will take good care of the young master."
"Come on, I'll take you upstairs." Diaz grabbed her wrist without saying a word and seemed eager to lead her up the stairs.
The moment she stepped onto the stairs, the fragrance she had smelled in the living room became even stronger. Although Xiaoyue felt a sense of anticipation, she dared not express it openly. She simply squeezed Diaz's hand and followed him up the stairs step by step.
The upstairs area is a semi-open space compared to the previous floors.
The open half is a terrace, filled with red roses.
"Di...Dias..." She covered her mouth, a warm, tingling sensation rising from her tear ducts. She could only utter the name in a choked voice, "These roses..."
He casually led Xiaoyue to the terrace, one hand in his pocket, his expression gentler than he himself had ever noticed: "Don't you like roses?"
"Although it won't grow as much as the house on the mountain, I can build another greenhouse, how about that?" He looked down at Xiaoyue, and it didn't sound like he was joking.
Even so... it still moved her to tears.
Clearly... this man initially thought roses were "tacky," but from the proposal to the wedding, and every day thereafter, he constantly used this "tacky" romance to remind her how much he "valued" her.
A surge of emotions welled up inside her, turning into tears that streamed down her face. A cool breeze swept across the terrace, carrying the scent of roses into her tear-stained nostrils—a fragrance still as sweet as she remembered, making it almost impossible to control her emotions.
"Tsk, I've put in so much effort, why are you crying, you little bastard?" Diaz was slightly impatient and at a loss when he saw her suddenly start crying. He roughly pulled away her wrist as she wiped her tears and kept wiping them away with his sleeve, all the while cursing under his breath without any threat.
Diaz... People can shed tears when they're happy too.
But he just couldn't bring himself to say those words. This made Diaz somewhat flustered, so he pulled Xiaoyue away from the terrace and towards the indoor corridor—
"Fine, fine, no terrace. Once you start crying, there's nothing I can do." He impatiently ruffled his hair, waved his hand, and said, "I'll have someone tear that place down tomorrow. Stop crying, damn it."
Hearing this, Xiaoyue, rarely showing such a willful expression, grabbed his sleeve and said firmly, "No! You're not allowed! You absolutely can't take it off!"
Diaz was completely bewildered by her unpredictable reactions and stood there dumbfounded: "One minute you're crying, the next you won't let me take it apart... I really don't understand you women."
But clearly, he immediately thought of something, and as if to change her mood, he led her to the other side of the corridor.
When the door on the other side of the corridor opened, there was a bedroom that was larger than before, with a more expansive view, and a bathroom with a jacuzzi, which made Xiaoyue instantly stop crying and start laughing.
Suddenly, Diaz wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, his hand circling suggestively over her lower abdomen. He whispered in her ear in a low, husky voice, "I'll be here, taking you again and again... until you get pregnant with my child again..."
Before he could finish speaking, a wet kiss landed on her earlobe, the sticky sound stimulating her eardrums and instantly changing the atmosphere.
"I've been waiting for so long... How about we start now... Hmm?" His hand kept roaming over her plump, soft flesh, his rough yet slender fingertips sliding under her pubic bone, rubbing back and forth erotically and urgently.
"You want my cock too... don't you?" His whispers were as seductive as a devil's, accompanied by his heavy breathing, as they sprayed onto her wet earlobe and sensitive skin.
"Look at you..." Diaz chuckled, but held Xiaoyue even tighter in his arms.
"Your waist is starting to wiggle, is it wet, hmm?"
The sun shone brightly outside the window, carrying a chilly breeze, but it couldn't penetrate the fortified skyscraper, nor could it disperse the two people inside, consumed by desire.
On the day of the housewarming ceremony, Diaz is sure to hold his "ceremony" in his new home.
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