Wen Xiayue stood in the corridor, completely silent.
Just how big is this house???
She walked a few steps to the left, passed a tightly closed door. Walked to the right, passed another tightly closed door… and another… and another…
Five minutes later, she stood at a junction—and fell into even deeper silence.
She was lost.
Lost inside her own home.
What kind of human suffering was this?
Wen Xiayue took out her phone, thinking of calling Qi Lanzhou to rescue her, but then hesitated—
If she told him she was lost in her own house, would he think she had a problem with her brain? Or worse—would he start suspecting her identity?
But she really was lost!
She took a deep breath and decided to rely on intuition.
After walking for another two minutes, she suddenly heard a sound coming from a nearby room.
Great. Help had arrived.
Wen Xiayue pushed the door open with force.
A man stood bare-chested, running steadily on a treadmill.
Sweat slid down his sharply defined back muscles, tracing along his spine and disappearing into his waist. His shoulder blades moved with each stride, muscles tightening and relaxing under the light, glistening with a healthy sheen.
Her gaze uncontrollably drifted downward—
A narrow waist.
V-lines.
And a faint scar at his side.
She swallowed.
The man heard her, stopped the treadmill, grabbed a towel from the handle, and turned around while wiping his sweat.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
“I’m hungry,” Wen Xiayue swallowed again.
That “hungry” had two meanings.
One was physical hunger. The other… was a different kind of hunger.
Either way, the man in front of her was very appetizing.
Qi Lanzhou’s gaze darkened slightly.
“Dinner is in three minutes.”
“Three minutes? What can you even do in three minutes?” Wen Xiayue blurted out.
After saying it, she immediately regretted it and wanted to bite her tongue off.
Stupid, you shameless girl.
He meant dinner would be ready in three minutes.
Wen Xiayue followed Qi Lanzhou to the dining room. The table was already filled with exquisite dishes.
She counted them—eight dishes and one soup.
“This is too much, isn’t it? There are only two of us. Can we even finish all this?”
She sat down as a servant brought her a bowl of soup.
Qi Lanzhou sat across from her. “Didn’t you request this yourself?”
Wen Xiayue paused mid-sip and looked up in confusion.
“I requested it?”
“Yes. You said before that meals should have ceremony—at least eight dishes per meal, otherwise it wouldn’t feel properly respectful to you.”
Wen Xiayue: “……”
So this original owner’s spoiled personality really was consistent in every detail.
Wen Xiayue felt a little guilty.
But wasting food was shameful.
She looked around at the servants, then focused on the nearest one.
“You…”
“Madam, my surname is Wang.”
“I know. You’re Aunt Wang.”
The standard housekeeper in every CEO novel.
Wen Xiayue smiled warmly. “Aunt Wang, from now on there’s no need to cook so many dishes. Four dishes and one soup is enough.”
Aunt Wang froze slightly and instinctively looked at Qi Lanzhou.
Qi Lanzhou gave a slight nod.
“Alright, Madam,” Aunt Wang replied.
Wen Xiayue began eating. She had to admit, the food made by a wealthy household chef was incredible.
For example, the sweet and sour ribs—crispy outside, tender inside, perfectly balanced, bursting with juice in every bite.
And the soup—slowly simmered, warming her from throat to stomach, making her whole body feel comfortable.
Her past life of eating pre-made meals couldn’t even be called “life.”
She ate happily, completely unable to stop.
Qi Lanzhou barely ate, his gaze resting on her the entire time. But Wen Xiayue was too focused on eating to notice.
Until he handed her a document labeled “Contract.”
“What is this?” she asked, still chewing.
“A 2 billion trust fund. As long as you give birth to this child, the 2 billion will be yours.”
Wen Xiayue wiped her hands and mouth, then took the contract to read.
It was very detailed. One clause stated that if the child miscarried, the money would be donated and she would receive nothing.
She put the contract aside, feeling a bit wronged.
He said it was a gift, but it was full of conditions.
He claimed to trust her, but clearly didn’t at all.
“Alipay received: 50 million.”
Wen Xiayue almost dropped her phone checking it repeatedly.
Fifty million???
“This 2 billion is placed in a trust for you, but your monthly allowance has been raised to 50 million.”
“Fifty million… and you call that allowance?”
“Too little?” he asked.
Wen Xiayue quickly shook her head.
Although the 2 billion wasn’t directly in her hands, the 50 million allowance alone was already more than enough.
She smiled. “Husband, if you ever go bankrupt, I’ll support you.”
Qi Lanzhou’s gaze deepened.
“Me? Go bankrupt?”
“Yes! You give me money, I save it. If one day your business fails, we can still rebuild together.”
Qi Lanzhou smirked faintly.
Did she even understand what joint marital property and joint debt meant?
If that day ever came, they would both go broke together.
But he didn’t say it. It would be cruel to crush a pregnant woman’s imagination.
With the 50 million allowance and the 2 billion trust fund, Wen Xiayue ate even more happily.
She even started thinking about online shopping later.
But after eating, she got sleepy.
Since Qi Lanzhou still had work, she asked Aunt Wang to escort her back to her room.
Once inside, she immediately took out her phone and stared at her balance again.
So much money.
Even though she had transmigrated into a villainess, even though the ending was tragic, she could change her fate.
As long as she didn’t do anything stupid, she could keep living with money.
Suddenly, a notification popped up, interrupting her money-counting ritual.
She froze and opened it.
[Alipay deduction: 3 million yuan]
[Transaction: XX Luxury Brand Flagship Store]
[Alipay deduction: 2 million yuan]
[Transaction: XX Supercar Club]
[Alipay deduction: 1.5 million yuan]
[Transaction: XX Yacht Rental Company]
……
Ahhhhhh!!!
Heavens, earth—oh my god!!!
My money!!!
Wen Xiayue screamed internally and quickly checked what was going on.
She discovered she had signed an auto-deduction agreement on Alipay.
Eighteen million yuan—eighteen million yuan had been deducted!!!
She was furious!!! She felt like she couldn’t spend that much money in two lifetimes.
Damn it, what exactly did the original owner buy?!
Why was so much being deducted all at once?
Wen Xiayue went completely numb and collapsed onto the bed.