When she learned that he was buying it for her, Lee Boo-jeong's first reaction was not surprise and excitement.

Instead, my mind was full of question marks: why? She already had her own house, not just one, so why should I buy another one for her?

“…”

Therefore, even if you are rich, you will not feel any sense of accomplishment in front of such a woman, let alone gain admiration.

For her, material enjoyment has long become the basic condition for survival.

This is why limited edition products are always favored by the rich.

What is good is what I have that others don’t.

"It's not you, it's us, and this will be our home."

Before Li Zhenyu bought the house, he had already thought of an excuse: "our home." He believed that no woman could refuse this reason.

As expected, Lee Boo-jeong's expression, which had been insistent before, softened instantly.

There was a glimmer in Bo Liang's eyes, "What did you just say? Say it again."

"I said, this is our home."

Li Zhenyu pointed at each other with his finger, "Isn't this too sudden? If..."

Pressing her finger on his lips, Lee Boo-jeong stopped him from continuing.

"Not suddenly, not at all. So, this place only belongs to the two of us, no one else will come."

"Yes. Of course, if we are entertaining relatives and friends, you, the hostess, will be in charge."

"hostess…"

Li Fuzhen murmured softly, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled back.

She likes this title, mistress.

Since this is their home, I will be the hostess here.

Li Fuzhen needed to look around the room again to see if there were any defects or flaws that she had not discovered.

"President Li."

Seeing Lee Boo-jeong walking towards the room alone, the agent didn't know who to follow for a moment.

"Follow her."

He tilted his head forward and the agent immediately trotted after him.

"The color of the floor here doesn't match. Was it added later?"

"Ah, Nei!"

"The outline of the decorative painting on the wall is wrong. Give it back and I will pretend it never happened."

“…”

"There is mold under the bathtub because it has not been cleaned. It seems that the entire bathroom needs to be torn down and rebuilt."

Li Fuzhen's eyes suddenly became critical and sharp.

Sweat began to bead on the agent's forehead from the moment he caught up with her.

'Is this woman crazy?!'

By the time we had walked through all the rooms, 80 minutes had passed. "I've written down everything I just said."

"Yes, it's all here."

The agent turned the notebook in his hand towards her so that she could see the records clearly.

He snatched the notebook domineeringly and tore off the page roughly.

The agent felt that he could no longer tolerate her rudeness and pickyness, "Prepare the contract!"

"Huh? Nei (what)?!"

Ten minutes later, I watched the other party readily sign and stamp the contract, and the black card slid across the identification strip in a chic manner.

A luxury house worth 4.2 billion yuan was sold just like that.

There was no haggling, back-and-forth, prodding, or requests for extra personal services.

The 'crazy woman' just bought the entire private house.

At this time, looking at the handsome and strong Li Zhenyu next to him, the agent's eyes were filled with sudden enlightenment, "So, it's a pretty boy!"

"President Li, you can always contact me if you need anything in the future. This is my business card."

After inserting his personal number in the contract and handing it to him, the agent lowered his voice with interest: "If you have time, you can come out for a drink."

She also wanted to try the gigolo of a chaebol woman and see what the difference was between him and ordinary stuff.

Bang! The door closed, and Li Zhenyu twirled the business card with his fingers and threw it into the trash can next to him.

"Noona, it's all done."

Handing the contract to her, Li Zhenyu said flatteringly, "Thank you, Nuna, for buying such a big house for her. The car should be a little more casual, a custom-made Bugatti will be fine."

Li Fuzhen looked at him strangely and asked, "Are you going to be a gigolo?"

"That's right."

Li Zhenyu moved his face away from her chest and said with a wry smile: "The agent just now had the word 'little white face' clearly written on her face."

Lee Boo-jung, who had been concentrating on the house, chuckled, "Really? I didn't even notice it. How come?"

Without waiting for his answer, Li Fuzhen continued to ask: "Why, is it not good to be my sister's little white face? This house was bought for you by my sister."

"Yes, it feels good to be raised by someone."

Li Zhenyu took a few steps back and threw himself into the soft leather sofa.

"From now on, I will just lie down at home and wait for my sister to support me."

"OK!"

Li Fuzhen's shoulders relaxed and her bag slid down her arm and fell to the ground.

She gently inserted her fingers into the collar on her shoulders and pushed it outwards. "Then I'd like to test whether you are worth the price."

At dusk, the setting sun shines into the courtyard, adding a touch of golden brilliance to the blooming ginkgo trees.

Next to the flower bed under the tree, Li Fuzhen closed her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth and rested her head on his legs, the rustling sound of wind blowing through the branches and leaves was in her ears.

Such relaxing leisure time is the real 'luxury' for her.

When the sun had completely set and the breeze brought the coolness of the night, Li Fuzhen raised her arms and stretched comfortably.

In just a dozen minutes, her always tired heart was relieved and she felt refreshed from head to toe.

Sitting up straight with a smile, Li Fuzhen looked at him and said, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it."

"Is there anything to eat in the fridge?"

"There are some simple ingredients, enough for two people."

Lee Boo-jung had seen before that there were enough ingredients in the refrigerator for the family to make a sumptuous dinner.

Considering his appetite, he changed his words and said, "It's enough for two people."

"It's up to you."

"How about mochi ramen, vegetable soup, and fried beef?"

Li Zhenyu readily agreed, saying that this was already a very rich meal.

But, can she really cook?

Following Li Fuzhen into the kitchen, I saw her putting on an apron very skillfully and tying the belt around her waist with her hands behind her back.

Afterwards, various ingredients were placed on the table and she cleaned them one by one.

After a while, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of food.

Li Fuzhen put the cleaned abalone into a basin and drained the water. "How do you want to eat the abalone?"

"What?"

Li Zhenyu, who was watching TV in the living room, turned around belatedly.

"I mean, how to eat abalone."

I leaned over to look at the screen, which was playing Girls' Generation's current affairs news, and it seemed that there had been a performance accident.

“Stir-frying with fancy cuts is the best.”

Li Zhenyu glanced at the gossip on TV again, picked up the remote control and turned it off, then got up and went to the kitchen to help.

"An accident?"

"Yeah, little mistake."

It was indeed a small mistake. The members were unfamiliar with the stage and had a car accident during the performance.

If it happened to a new group, no one would care about this kind of thing.

But who can blame them? They are Girls' Generation, they are in the prime of their careers and are on the rise.

Some people took this opportunity to suppress the enthusiasm of the girls and cool them down.

If this continues, other girl groups will not need to consider how to compete with her, but how to ensure they can survive under the shadow of Girls' Generation.

(End of this chapter)