Trillionaire's Slice of Life

This sum of money was something Chu Mo simply wouldn't even consider, so without any hesitation, Chu Mo spoke up directly:

"Then let's settle here, first take us to see the place."

Everything naturally was decided by Chu Mo; there was no room for Zhou Zilan to object.

The motorcade turned at the road ahead, then headed towards the northwest corner of the city.

S City was a small city, where a drive from south to north was no more than twenty minutes. Ten minutes later, the convoy arrived at a scenic neighborhood. This area was already far from the city center, surrounded by green trees, with scenes of vitality everywhere.

When the motorcade passed by a large lake, Chu Mo turned his head and saw that the water in the lake was exceptionally clear. Under the light of the street lamps, even small fish could be seen jumping out of the water.

After crossing the lake, the motorcade soon stopped in front of a huge villa.

An unusual glint appeared in Chu Mo's eyes. In S City, the presence of a huge villa of two or three thousand square meters was nothing short of a miracle. He knew that just a few days before, when he had accompanied his parents to look at villas, the best one was no more than two or three hundred square meters and worth just three million.

"Mr. Chu, inside the villa, we will leave ten bodyguards, half men, half women, to protect Miss Zhou around the clock, twenty-four hours a day. Additionally, there are eight professional maids, two chefs, a gardener, and a butler. If Miss Zhou is dissatisfied with anyone, we can replace them for her at any time!"

Stepping out of the Rolls-Royce from the passenger side, Chu Mo looked at the somewhat familiar courtyard before him. He then knew that this courtyard must have been built in imitation of the Emperor's Mansion Villa Number One in Modu, although its area was far less than the tens of thousands of square meters of the Emperor's Mansion.

However, the arrangement of greenery, the swimming pool, and even the fake mountains and ponds in the courtyard were all identical to the Emperor's Mansion.

Chu Mo nodded slightly, reasonably satisfied with the place.

After all, this wasn't Modu. For a third-tier small city, such facilities were already top-notch.

Turning his gaze to Zhou Zilan, whose breathing had become slightly hurried beside him, Chu Mo gently said:

"From now on, you'll live here. Bodyguards and servants have all been arranged for you. From today, you are the mistress here. Feel free to voice any dissatisfaction. This place is a bit far from the city center. I'll provide you with two cars, but most of my cars are rather stately and not suitable for young girls.

I have a sports car in Modu, which originally was meant for Jiang Rourou, but now it seems you need it more. I'll have it sent over tonight. Modu is only a few hundred kilometers from S City. If they leave now, it will arrive by tomorrow morning, so it won't delay your use of it."

As Chu Mo was speaking, a middle-aged woman wearing glasses came out from the villa, followed by several maids who respectfully approached.

Upon seeing Chu Mo, she immediately bent over respectfully and said:

"Welcome home, Mr. Chu."

Although Chu Mo didn't recognize her, it was obvious that these people all knew him. He merely nodded slightly, not saying much. He looked at his wristwatch and saw that it was already eleven o'clock at night. If he were to enter the villa and stay for a while, he would delay this young lady's rest.

Taking a deep breath, Chu Mo's gaze shifted to Qian Bingxue, who was standing beside him. He slightly curled the corners of his mouth and said:

"I've fulfilled my promise, haven't I? I'll provide food but not housing, and I definitely won't mistreat Zilan. As for work, don't worry. It will definitely be well arranged in a couple of days. Is there anything else you're concerned about?"

Under Chu Mo's gaze, Qian Bingxue, who had taken a deep breath, gently pushed her close friend's shoulder and reminded:

"Zilan, Mr. Chu, the big boss, has shown such sincerity. Aren't you going to say thank you?"

With the reminder from Qian Bingxue, Zhou Zilan, who had been in a daze the entire time, suddenly snapped back to reality. She unbelievably surveyed her surroundings for a long while. Finally, the woman in the red dress stammered out her thanks:

"That, Chu Mo, thank you so much."

After a slight nod, Chu Mo, having completed his task, didn't linger. He nodded and said:

"We were schoolmates, and this is what I should do. Keep working hard! If you truly want to thank me, then produce some good results. Alright, it's getting late, I won't delay your rest, I'm heading back!"

Chu Mo settled back into the Rolls-Royce, and Qian Bingxue also chose to leave. The convoy departed with a group of people respectfully seeing them off. Unlike the arrival, two of the twelve cars remained at the villa.

After the convoy left, the entire courtyard, with eight maids and ten bodyguards, turned their gazes to Zhou Zilan, who stood there dumbfounded. After a moment, seeing that Zhou Zilan made no move, the lead middle-aged female butler wearing glasses immediately lowered her head and said:

"Miss, it's time to rest."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zilan suddenly snapped out of her daze, hurriedly nodding in agreement. She felt like Cinderella who had entered the castle; everything happening around her seemed like a dream...!

...

A night without words, or rather a night without sleep, would be more accurate. Zhou Zilan lay awake, counting sheep all night, but no matter what, she couldn't find peace enough to fall asleep.

In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the vast French windows onto the bed. Zhou Zilan finally stopped her sheep counting endeavors. Grabbing her phone, she saw it was 6:50 am.

She suddenly woke up, thinking she would be late for work, but then she glanced at the luxury around her and remembered that she didn't need to go to work anymore.