Chapter 281 Doesn’t it count?
Fang Yuan raised his eyebrows at her: "The property ownership certificate is in your hands, don't you know?"
However, he still introduced it to her with a smile as they walked: "This house was originally returned to the royal descendants by the country more than ten years ago, because they donated a lot of treasures at that time and helped the country overcome difficulties. After the owner took over, he spent a lot of effort to restore it to its original appearance. Unfortunately, it has been too messy recently, and they are eager to get out of the country, so they resold the house."
"Aren't you afraid that others will find out about you?" she asked doubtfully.
"Aren't you afraid after you and your brother bought so many houses?" he asked back.
An Zhixia smiled, "I'm a serious screenwriter who writes positive articles for the country. Can't I buy a house with some spare money? The money came from somewhere. Others want to sue me, but the more important I am to the country's development, the more those people will be afraid. At least someone will protect me.
Look, I have now been arranged by the senior leader to be the director of the TV station's overseas channel. The people at the TV station hate me so much, but they can't do anything about it. How relieved! "
Fang Yuan smiled and ruffled her hair, then pulled her closer to him and said, "I registered an identity using my mother's surname, and explained to others that I am my twin brother. Although the property title is another fake name, you are the first heir to my estate registered with the Real Estate Administration Bureau."
"I have my own house, even though it's not half as big as yours, but I'm not jealous of yours!" She puffed her cheeks and said, "I, I don't really care about money."
"I know, but I want to give you the best." He said nothing more, and continued to walk inside with her hand. "There are not many people coming and going here, so it's okay for us to come here occasionally to relax. But it will take at least five or six years to move in."
They came in through the side door and walked for a long time before reaching the main courtyard.
An Zhixia's eyes were not enough to see all the way, and her mind couldn't help but wander. What kind of life would it be if she traveled to the Qing Dynasty? Just thinking about it, she couldn't help but shudder. The 1970s were already hard enough to walk on thin ice. If she traveled to a world where imperial power was supreme, even if she traveled to become a princess, she couldn't live as she pleased. If she became a little girl, it would be difficult for her to turn over in her life.
"What's wrong?" Fang Yuan asked, tilting his head.
She curved her eyebrows and said, "Brother Yuan, do you believe in past lives and present lives?"
Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, and looked at her with a strange expression: "Nowadays, people are promoting the elimination of superstition, and science has also confirmed that there are no ghosts in this world. Humans are just physical bodies, so how can there be past lives or present lives?"
An Zhixia blinked her eyes, and a smile flashed across her face when she closed them. She shook his sleeves in a naughty way, "Tell me, if there was a chance, would you be a Jinyiwei, a royal guard, or a prince's general?"
Seeing the girl's rare innocent expression, he stopped and thought carefully: "No matter which life I live, I will always rely on you."
She hummed, "It's boring," but the corners of her mouth were raised in agreement.
The main courtyard is quite large, with three courtyards of its own, and there are sets of valuable furniture of quite a few years. Even she, who is well-informed, was a little surprised: "Brother, how much did you spend on it?"
Fang Yuan hummed. Seeing the woman's serious question, he didn't hide anything and said, "It didn't cost much. I just helped them with the procedures for going abroad after verifying their identities. They were in a hurry to leave and it was hard to say whether they could return to China in the short term. They couldn't take their house, furniture and big treasures with them. And they couldn't get rid of them in this situation, so they used them to pay my wages."
An Zhixia was stunned. She pointed around and gestured with difficulty: "This is such a big house that takes up an entire street, and there are so many antiques in the house. You just want to give it up?"
Even though he was once wealthy, he couldn't just give away the prince's mansion in Kyoto, which was so big and almost priceless, as wages.
"You're almost dead, why do you still care about these things? Besides, their family is rich, enough for their descendants to squander for three generations." Fang Yuan thought it was quite funny. "In fact, I'm not a person who takes advantage of others' misfortune, but I'm treated as a fool by them for these things that they can't get rid of."
An Zhixia thought for a moment, looked at the handsome appearance of the young man, and said with a smile: "You must have helped in this, right?"
Fang Yuan sighed helplessly, "My wife is too smart. I can't hide anything from you."
The yard was fully equipped, and there was even a lot of fresh river fish in the kitchen. The two of them ate seafood hotpot on the stone bench in the yard, under the shade of the green ivy.
The bottom of the pot was a mixture of mushrooms and broth, half of which was filled with white waves, and the other half was filled with green peppers. Fang Yuan asked An Zhixia to sit down, and he fished out various river fish from the water tank, prepared them, and served them on a plate, along with some seasonal vegetables and fruits.
An Zhixia's eyes lit up, she only regretted that her family and the three little kids didn't come along, so she buried her head in the food. The soup was rich, and the interweaving of chili and pepper exploded from her mouth and rushed straight to her forehead. She only took a bite and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead. Her eyes were red, but she kept nodding and mumbling that it was delicious.
"Bring them here to eat next time," Fang Yuan smiled as he gave her hot pot meat and vegetables. He suddenly felt that feeding her was a more pleasant job than making money. He pointed to the lotus-shaped pond behind An Zhixia that was divided into several parts and said, "There is running water here. It comes from the moat after passing through the palace. The water is clear, so I asked my friends to raise some fish, shrimps and crabs in it. If you want to eat them in the future, we can come over anytime to catch them for hot pot."
"I want to eat barbecue skewers," An Zhixia couldn't help but said pretentiously while eating hot pot and looking at the man.
"Okay," Fang Yuan nodded without thinking, "I'll be ready on Sunday, and you can invite any guests you want."
An Zhixia now likes lively parties. They are no longer the superficial banquets that are aimed at interests, but a truly warm and cozy family gathering. She put down her chopsticks with a smile, and said with her hands: "Then I have invited a lot of people, my grandma, grandpa, uncle, aunt, two brothers and sister-in-law. If someone follows us, there may be more tails."
"Then does that count as us meeting the parents?" Fang Yuan said with a chuckle.
An Zhixia's face turned red after realizing it, and she hummed, "It doesn't count, hum, we..."
As she spoke, An Zhixia felt as if a dark cloud was covering her body, as if someone was tightly holding her waist. A faint scent of tea blew towards her, swallowing up all her rationality.
When the two of them were panting and leaning their heads against each other, Fang Yuan glared at her and said, "The senior leaders have said that dating without the purpose of marriage is hooliganism. Since you have agreed to date me, you must not abandon me in the end."
An Zhixia glared back, why did she sound so scumbag?
(End of this chapter)
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