As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, the entire scene erupted in shock.
Zhang Lu’s eyes widened:
“What nonsense are you spouting?! Chu Lian’s family has always been the owner of 1701. She’s lived here the whole time!”
The man completely ignored Zhang Lu. He opened a document folder and displayed his ID:
“I am the registered owner of this property—Liu Tong.”
The two property staff exchanged glances:
“Liu? Our records also show the owner is surnamed Liu, not Chu…”
In fact, they had found it strange earlier, but Chu Lian had carried herself like the “house owner” so convincingly that they assumed she was part of the family, and didn’t question further.
Chu Lian and her mother froze in place, stunned and bewildered.
Of course, they knew the owner wasn’t surnamed Chu—but it shouldn’t be Liu either; it should be Shu!
The house was left by Shu Lingchen’s late mother!
“You scammers! You must be in cahoots with the property management!” Chu Lian’s mother rushed forward first:
“Leave now or I’ll call the police!”
The middle-aged man remained calm, extending his hand:
“Please, go ahead.”
Chu Lian’s mother was speechless.
One of the property staff, feeling accused, immediately pulled out their phone and called the police.
Within ten minutes, officers arrived.
A uniformed officer confirmed:
“After verification, the property certificate is genuine. Mr. Liu Tong is indeed the owner of Yu Jing Yuan F1701.”
Then, the middle-aged man raised his hand, and the uniformed assistants moved.
First, they went to the figurine display cabinet.
With practiced ease, they entered the code—the cabinet door clicked open.
Next, the game console cabinet was opened in the same manner.
Finally, they reached the Maotai liquor wall. The man took a small box from his briefcase, carefully retrieved a fingerprint key, and placed it on the sensor.
Beep.
The two glass doors, untouched for a long time, slid open.
With a single command:
“Pack it up, move it.”
Everyone watched in disbelief.
“…Chu Lian, what’s going on? Isn’t this your house?” Zhang Lu nervously tugged at Chu Lian’s sleeve:
“How does this man have the property certificate for your house?”
Chu Lian was equally shocked.
“Is… this man really not a fraud?”
“Definitely not! The police confirmed the certificate is real, and how could a scammer know all the cabinet codes and even open the Maotai wall?!”
“Compared to Chu Lian, who just claimed the game console was broken and the figurines too expensive, it seems she didn’t know the codes at all and was making excuses!”
“So this mansion… isn’t Chu Lian’s?!”
“And the slow payment of the property fee earlier… it wasn’t about money?”
“And all those times she brought people here…”
Immediately, everyone’s gaze toward Chu Lian became complicated.
Seeing her luxurious home about to be reclaimed, Chu Lian’s mother lost her composure and yelled at the middle-aged man:
“Impossible! There must be a mistake! The owner cannot be you! The house clearly belongs to someone surnamed Shu—uh!”
Chu Lian reacted swiftly, covering her mother’s mouth.
She was sweating cold.
If anyone discovered the house actually belonged to Shu Lingchen, and that she had been living there all along, rejecting Shu Lingchen’s pursuit while letting everyone call him a “pauper,” her heiress image would collapse.
…
Two minutes later, everyone was politely escorted out of 1701 by the middle-aged man.
Even the two suitcases—belonging to Chu Lian and her mother—were kicked out.
The door closed mercilessly before their eyes.
Chu Lian, lips pale and trembling, tried to maintain composure:
“…There must be some misunderstanding! I need to contact my father and figure out what’s going on!”
She pretended to angrily open her phone.
The atmosphere was awkward to the extreme.
The six or seven classmates, who had come excited to tour a luxury mansion, now stood outside the hallway, faces flustered and embarrassed.
It was utterly humiliating.
Only Shu Shu remained completely relaxed. She pressed the elevator button and prepared to return to 1600.
When she said she would reclaim the house, she meant it.
Reclaim it, then sell it.
Based on current Yu Jing Yuan prices, the 1701 apartment could easily sell as a second-hand property for around ten million yuan.
Although, she didn’t actually need that money.
The others didn’t want to linger either.
They said their goodbyes to Chu Lian:
“Chu Lian, I haven’t finished my homework. I need to go home!”
“My aunt is at home. My mom wants me to eat early!”
“I… I suddenly have urgent business too!”
And so, the elevator arrived quickly, and everyone piled in.
Zhang Lu, feeling awkward, quietly said:
“…Chu Lian, I’ll go back too. See you Monday.”
When the last person entered, Shu Shu pressed the close button on the door, held her phone to the sensor, and pressed the elevator button for the 16th floor.
“Uh, Shu Shu, did you press the wrong button? You need the first floor—”
The person’s words cut off abruptly.
“Wait! The 16th floor is the card-access penthouse! Shu Shu, how—”
Shu Shu:
“I’m going home.”
“What do you mean?! Your home… is the 16th floor?!”
The elevator took three or four seconds to reach the floor.
The doors opened, and Shu Shu walked out.
The design assistant they had seen earlier came forward, brisk and smiling:
“Miss Shu, welcome.”
Everyone gasped.
“Whoa… Shu Shu really is the owner of 1600! She wasn’t lying!!!”
The air froze for two seconds in disbelief.
The most shocked was Zhang Lu, her jaw dropped.
Shu Shu suddenly turned to Zhang Lu and said:
“Do you want me to find you a public restroom, or do you want to handle it yourself?”
—“If you’re the owner of 1600, I’ll eat dirt!!!”
Zhang Lu’s words echoed in everyone’s ears.
Everyone looked at her in unison.
Zhang Lu:
“… … …”
Her face hurt from embarrassment.
She had just mocked Shu Shu as a pauper.
And now, compared to Shu Shu, Zhang Lu was the true pauper.
No, wait—so were the rest of them.
So, Chu Lian hadn’t seen Shu Shu in the building because her penthouse on the 16th floor had only recently been renovated—naturally, she hadn’t run into Shu Shu.
Meanwhile, Shu Lingchen rushed over and spotted Chu Lian and her mother near Yu Jing Yuan.
The two women looked utterly disheveled.
Standing on the street, two suitcases by their side.
The suitcases were poorly packed, clothes spilling out—the unmistakable sign of being kicked out.
Seeing Shu Lingchen, Chu Lian’s mother’s eyes filled with grievance and accusation:
“Xiao Chen, if you didn’t want us to live in your house, you could’ve said so! Why go through the trouble of staging this to kick us out?!”