Chapter 114 I woke up to find the world's currencies had depreciated a billionfold, while my assets remained unchanged.

"I already told you I would pay."

Song Xinyao had just been blocked by Zang Lanyi; her hand hadn't even touched the checkout counter.

Ling Yue walked past her with her hands behind her back. "We're out traveling, how can I let the tour guide pay? If you feel bad about it, treat me to milk tea later."

"Then you can't fight me for it again." Song Xinyao pouted, her already round face looking even more like she had stuffed two ping-pong balls inside.

It was inexplicably cute.

They played wildly all afternoon.

Nightfall was clearly the start of the nightlife, but Ling Yue's sleepiness suddenly hit her.

Cruising the river at night, surrounded by dazzling lights.

In such a beautiful moment, Song Xinyao saw her friend's eyelids fighting each other.

"Let's head back," she said.

Triggering the keyword "go back,"

Ling Yue jolted awake. "No, I can still play! Didn't we agree to go to a bar? Let's go!"

Forgetting she was on a boat, she started to stand straight up.

The boat rocked violently.

A chorus of screams erupted.

Ling Yue, who was protected by Zang Lanyi as she sat back down, had her sleepiness completely scared away.

"What happened? What's going on?" She looked bewildered.

The boatman, who had finally stabilized the boat, turned back tremblingly. "Are you all getting off the boat?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Song Xinyao nodded frantically.

Just a moment ago, she had almost ended up in the water.

With such expensive clothes and such beautiful makeup, wouldn't it all be ruined?

After getting off the boat, Song Xinyao's legs were still shaking.

Ling Yue looked at the sky. "I ate too much rice tonight; I'm carb-drunk."

It was clearly just because she was sleepy.

"Miss, news came from Housekeeper Cheng that the villa has been cleaned up and organized, and most of the things from the hotel have been moved over. Are we going back to the villa to sleep tonight, or back to the hotel?"

Cheng Jiao had sent a message in the group, and Master Qin was the first to see it, so he took over the reporting.

Ling Yue was fully awake now. "Let's go back to the villa."

She had lived in the hotel for a while and was getting a bit tired of it.

"You bought a villa in Suzhou?" Song Xinyao stared in surprise.

Ling Yue nodded, yawning. "You should come back with me; it's a good chance to keep me company for a few days."

"Okay, okay!"

Song Xinyao was a little excited.

She had never lived in a villa before.

The drive took 50 minutes.

Ling Yue had a wonderful sleep on the way.

She was refreshed when she got out of the car.

Having only seen videos before, this was also Ling Yue's first time at the villa.

Cheng Jiao had arrived early and turned on all the lights in both villas.

At this moment, Ling Yue brought a group of people from 1325, the French light luxury-style villa, taking the elevator from the basement to the first floor.

With high-profile luxurious decoration, bright and dazzling lighting design, and elegant, luxurious spatial aesthetics.

Everywhere you looked, you could see the countless efforts the owner had poured into decorating this home.

But Ling Yue no longer felt the excitement and thrill she had when she first moved into the Bamboo Forest Residence.

Plus, having purchased the manor beforehand, this kind of house seemed remarkably ordinary.

She really was a heartless woman.

Once she possessed something, she immediately lost interest.

Thinking about it carefully, she treated clothes the same way; once she bought them and hung them in the closet, she felt they were already old.

What a heartless woman~

Song Xinyao's eyes lit up the moment she entered the residential area, and she completely lost herself once she went inside:

"A mansion! A proper CEO-style mansion."

She was like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden; everything looked fresh.

She forgot her shyness for a moment and said loudly:

"This crystal chandelier! This spiral staircase! This carved high ceiling! This outdoor swimming pool! This huge bedroom! Damn, the bathroom is bigger than my bedroom!"

She ran around upstairs and downstairs, exclaiming, "I've seen the world now, I've really seen the world!"

Ling Yue also walked around, her face expressionless. "Let's go check the one next door."

"The one next door?" Song Xinyao's large eyes were filled with clear stupidity.

As her hair moved, her professionally groomed eyebrows raised slightly. Ling Yue had a hint of haughtiness on her face. "I bought two."

Song Xinyao pinched her philtrum with one hand and said, "It's killing me, buying two at once! Is this even human language? I'm tired of saying the word 'envy'!"

1324 was decorated in a modern American style, full of texture.

If the French light luxury gave a sense of brightness, the modern American style gave a matte feel.

Infinite scenery versus clean and steady.

They were two completely different living experiences.

Song Xinyao's heart surged again:

"People who live here probably don't have any worries, right?"

Ling Yue made an "hmm" sound and replied, "There are worries, too."

"What worries?"

"Occasionally going up and down the stairs hurts your knees, and calling out to someone in the basement means they can't hear you on the second floor."

This was Ling Yue's real-life living experience.

In the end, it earned her a speechless eye roll from Song Xinyao.

Ling Yue didn't really like the pool design at 1324, so she ultimately decided to live in 1325.

Except for Zang Lanyi and Song Xinyao, the others didn't need Ling Yue's instructions. Under Cheng Jiao's arrangement, they began to organize the two homes in an orderly manner.

Since the number of boys and girls was similar, Cheng Jiao arranged for the boys to live in 1324 and the girls in 1325.

Ling Yue returned to 1325, changed into loungewear, and prepared to remove her makeup.

Song Xinyao's version of removing makeup involved scooping a blob of cleansing balm into her palms, rubbing it warm, smearing it on her face like putty, and then rinsing it off.

Best friend Ling Yue's version involved lying on the sofa, closing her eyes to rest, and having two makeup artists remove it for her without her needing to lift a finger.

Ling Yue patted the sofa next to her. "Come, lie down together. What are you standing there like a fool for?"

Song Xinyao shook her head slowly. "Forget it, I'll remove it myself."

She really wasn't used to being served like this.

Damn it! Could it be that she really couldn't handle living the good life?

But no one told her that you needed to get used to living a good life.

What was this?

It was typical of someone who says they'd spend money like water if they won ten million, but in reality, if they did win ten million, they'd first put five million in the bank to collect interest—a simple and steady feeling.

When she had removed her makeup, changed into her friend's loungewear, and sat on the sofa—pinching a large strawberry with her left hand to pop into her mouth while swirling red wine (which she didn't know the name of but looked expensive) with her right hand—she realized that while people were coming and going in the walk-in closet, no one was talking. There was only the sound of hangers colliding on the rack.

Everyone was intentionally lowering their voices so as not to disturb Ling Yue.

This kind of silent service maximized the experience of luxurious enjoyment.

It also finally gave Song Xinyao a real sense of her best friend's success.

So much so that when she lay on the big bed at night, she was thinking about a very serious question.

Ling Yue yawned and kicked Song Xinyao on the side with her leg. "You're close to the switch; you turn off the lights."

Click—

Song Xinyao obediently turned off the lights.

After a while,

she spoke in the dark, "You say, if I live in a house like this for one night, will I wake up to find the world's currency devalued by a billion times, while my assets remain unchanged?"

Ling Yue opened her eyes suddenly.

She answered very seriously, "Hard to say, anything is possible."

"Then I have to fall asleep quickly!"

Some dreams just make you happy even thinking about them.

Song Xinyao started to have infinite fantasies in her mind, tossing and turning on the bed like a pancake, occasionally making "giggle" sounds.

Ling Yue sighed silently. If the room hadn't been full, she would have kicked Song Xinyao to the guest room to sleep.

"You're laughing very creepily, do you know that?" When the other person turned over for the tenth time, Ling Yue finally couldn't help it.

Song Xinyao snuggled up to Ling Yue. "Oh, I can't fall asleep without imagining a story before bed."

Ling Yue couldn't take it anymore. "If you twist again, you're going to sleep on the floor."

"Okay, okay, I'm going to sleep now."

Song Xinyao really didn't twist again. This was her first time sleeping on pure silk sheets, and she wasn't used to it.

So slippery~~

So slippery that she accidentally slid onto the floor in her sleep at night...