Whether the girl knew his identity or not was no longer so important.
Zhan Xiuchen didn't say much: "Just make the arrangements."
The assistant said no more.
He realized it too late.
Who is Zhan Xiuchen?
So young, yet so decisive!
The youngest president in the history of Country A!
His meticulous thinking is unmatched by ordinary people.
Your Excellency, why would you need him to remind you!
...
When Shi Nian woke up, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.
The soft, large bed and the extremely luxurious bedroom were experiences she had never had before.
Shi Nian stood up and paused for a moment.
She was changed into a new set of pajamas, which were of excellent quality and felt like nothing on her body.
Just then, someone came in.
It was the maid, Aunt Fen. When she saw her, she said, "Madam, you're awake. I changed your pajamas."
"My old clothes," Shi Nian asked.
"I threw it... I threw it in the trash can." Aunt Fen didn't expect Shi Nian to ask.
She thought Shi Nian would never want such worn-out clothes.
"Where's the trash can? I'll go get it and wash it." Shi Nian didn't react much.
Aunt Fen was stunned.
Just as she was at a loss for what to do, a deep voice came in: "Shi Nian, you don't have to live your old life anymore."
A tall figure walked in.
It is a war of repair and sinking.
Shi Nian didn't speak, but looked up at him, her eyes clear and bright.
"Come, I'll take you to see it." Zhan Xiuchen suddenly reached out and grasped Shi Nian's hand.
The man's palms were burning hot, like fire.
Shi Nian subconsciously pulled her hand back.
This was the first time a strange man had held her hand.
From the moment she agreed to come here with the man, there should have been some kind of unspoken understanding between them.
Shi Nian knew she shouldn't refuse.
Just as Shi Nian hesitated, Zhan Xiuchen took the initiative to let go of Shi Nian's hand.
He smiled, his eyes filled with affection: "It's okay, if you're not used to it yet, we'll take it slowly, no rush."
Then Zhan Xiuchen led Shi Nian out of the bedroom.
Everywhere he looked, there were things that Shi Nian had never seen before.
Thick cashmere carpets covered the floor, and medieval oil paintings hung on the walls.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows sit expensive leather sofas, where sunlight streams in at an angle, casting dappled shadows that illuminate the room's luxurious atmosphere.
The exterior of the villa is even more astonishingly large.
The helipad, gardens, golf course—it has everything, extravagant and magnificent, leaving one speechless.
Zhan Xiuchen glanced at Shi Nian.
He knew that these were things the girl in front of him had never seen or experienced before.
He thought the girl from the slum would be amazed, curious, and excited.
However, to his surprise...
Shi Nian showed no surprise, curiosity, or excitement.
As she looked, her gaze gradually turned cold.
Like an ancient pond that has existed for thousands of years.
Deep and still, devoid of any warmth.
“Sir, I’d like to see your trash cans here,” Shi Nian suddenly said after a moment.
Zhan Xiu paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."
Later, Shi Nian was taken to the trash can.
Even the trash cans in the affluent neighborhoods are exquisite and intelligent.
Reach out and the trash can opens automatically.
Shi Nian retrieved her clothes that had been discarded by the maid.
The servants all regarded the clothes as trash.
Shi Nian carefully folded it.
Zhan Xiuchen frowned, about to speak, when Shi Nian said, "My grandfather is a farmer, it's very hard work, every penny he earns is hard-won."
After a pause, Shi Nian changed the subject: "So these clothes are pretty good, I can still wear them."
Zhan Xiuchen's gaze fell on the clothes in Shi Nian's hands.
This garment wouldn't even qualify as a rag in the Jade Palace.
“Shi Nian, come here with me, and you can say goodbye to your unbearable past.” He said in a low voice.
"An unbearable life?" Shi Nian disagreed.
She gently shook her head: "No, I don't think my past life was anything bad. I have a loving grandfather and a loving grandmother. Although I don't have a lot of money, I have a lot of love. I don't think my life was bad at all."
"You may think of it as coarse hemp rope, but to me it is a shimmering silk ribbon."
After speaking, Shi Nian suddenly looked quietly at Zhan Xiuchen and asked, "Sir, do you think your life is good now? Isn't there anything unbearable about it?"
Zhan Xiuchen was taken aback by Shi Nian's sudden question.
But he reacted quickly, immediately asking, "What do you think?"
“Your place is very luxurious. Every brick and tile must have cost a fortune.” Shi Nian’s eyes reddened, and she lowered her head slightly, giving a sarcastic laugh: “The old lady next door committed suicide by jumping off a building a month ago.”
"Because she was sick and had no money for treatment, and was afraid of burdening her family, she jumped off the rooftop. And every brick and tile here might save her life."
After a moment of silence, Shi Nian raised her eyes again, a sharp glint flashing in them.
She was like a little hedgehog, her whole body instantly covered in thorns: "But sir, why do people in the slums have to live such a hard life even though they work so hard? It's because our hard work, our blood and tears, have been taken away by the rich neighborhoods."
"It became their luxurious residence, the fine clothes they wore, and the gold, silver, and jade ornaments around their necks!"
Shi Nian's sharp question made Zhan Xiu fall silent for a while.
A moment later he suddenly smiled, as if he didn't care at all about the rudeness he had just mentioned.
To ease the somewhat tense atmosphere, he even gestured for a servant to bring two cups of tea.
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