I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2540 - 1596: Paradise

"How’s it?"

After taking his wife on a tour up and down, Zhang Zhongquan turned around, raised his hands, and with the arc of his chin high, gave the illusion that he was the owner of this villa.

"What do you mean?"

Carrying a luxury bag she got from a second-hand platform at a huge discount, Mai Encui frowned, staring intently at her husband, her eyes full of suspicion.

"I’m asking you, what do you think of this villa?"

How’s it?

Need you ask?

Four floors, an independent garage, and outside, there’s a yard where you can plant flowers and sunbathe, a private cinema, wine cellar, and game room are all available. The only drawback might be that it’s a bit far from downtown, and you certainly can’t ride an electric bike here.

But is that the villa’s problem?

No.

It’s their problem.

"Didn’t you say you’re taking me to see a house? I took half a day off for this."

Considering her husband’s high blood pressure, and thinking about their son and the family, Mai Encui tightened her grip on her best bag, restraining her tone.

She thought her husband had found a new target, but unexpectedly, he brought her here.

What’s this place?

Quchi East Courtyard.

A gathering place for the rich!

Several wealthy ladies who’ve been to the beauty salon are residents here.

Facing the grand entrance just now, she felt a bit hesitant to enter.

"Yeah, isn’t this a house?"

Zhang Zhongquan sat down on a sofa of some unknown leather brand, even crossing his legs boldly, looking imposing.

Could it be?

His brain’s gone haywire from high blood pressure?

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Mai Encui quickly walked over, pulling him up, "Don’t break it, we can’t afford to compensate!"

Zhang Zhongquan shrugged her off.

"Compensate for what?"

As he said this, he raised his rear and then sat back down heavily, "Expensive stuff really is different, so comfortable to sit on, come and try it."

He patted the spot beside him, inviting his wife to enjoy together.

"Zhang Zhongquan, what kind of madness is this?"

Mai Encui gritted her teeth, her voice low, "Is this a place we can look around? You might not feel embarrassed, but I do, let’s leave!"

Zhang Zhongquan remained oblivious, clinging to the sofa unmoved, looking at the opulent villa with a nostalgic expression.

"Encui, do you remember when I promised you at our wedding to give you a happy life?"

Back then.

She would be moved.

But now, there isn’t a shred of extra emotion.

The naïveté of a girl has long been ground down by the daily grind of life.

"We’re in our fifties, and you’re still saying things that don’t matter. If you won’t leave, I will!"

The flower of romanticism never blooms on barren land.

"Go ahead, I’m not leaving; this is my home, I’m not going anywhere."

Mai Encui let go, genuinely wondering if something was wrong with her husband’s brain.

"I’ll take you to the hospital; if there’s a problem, it’s best to diagnose and treat it early."

Zhang Zhongquan seemed to hear nothing, suddenly lowered his leg, leaned forward, and took out a document from under the coffee table, throwing it onto the marble countertop with a "pop".

"What’s this?"

Zhang Zhongquan was too lazy to elaborate, "See for yourself."

Confused, Mai Encui bent down out of curiosity, took up the document.

Property transfer agreement.

Mai Encui’s pupils dilated suddenly, quickly putting down her bag, then flipping through the pages swiftly.

"Thunk!"

The sofa sank.

Mai Encui unconsciously grabbed onto her husband’s arm, breathing rapidly, "Is this true?!"

"Use your brain; forging this kind of contract is illegal and would land you in jail."

Mai Encui’s fingers gripped tighter, as if they were about to embed in Zhang Zhongquan’s flesh.

The pain made Zhang Zhongquan frown slightly, but he said nothing, responding with tolerance.

"How could it be..."

Mai Encui was incredulous, unable to accept the facts black and white, "This villa, really, is ours?"

"Yeah."

Zhang Zhongquan nodded calmly, unperturbed, "You can pack up and prepare to move."

Invisible flaunting is most lethal.

At this moment, a forty-year-old man’s sense of achievement has likely reached its peak.

Zhang Zhongquan couldn’t help crossing his legs again, leaning against the sofa, his unhurried gaze like a lion surveying his territory.

People are products of their environment.

Not yet formally moved in, but already exuding the vibe of a wealthy person.

"Am I... Am I not dreaming?!"

Mai Encui was breathless, her brain feeling dizzy; this isn’t high blood pressure, high blood pressure isn’t contagious, this is a normal physiological reaction in moments of extreme excitement.

"What dream. From now on, you are the lady of this house."

Zhang Zhongquan’s tone was composed, exuding authority.

Mai Encui’s heart raced.

No wonder her husband could open the door just now, no wonder he seemed so familiar with the place, no wonder there wasn’t any community security or agent tagging along.

"Ah!!!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Mai Encui jumped, making the sofa creak.

Zhang Zhongquan didn’t reprimand her, a smug yet affectionate smile formed at the corners of his mouth.

"Want to look around more?"

Mai Encui eagerly nodded, sitting beside Zhang Zhongquan with the same bird-like reliance she once had, despite her shape altered by time.

In wild excitement, she wished nothing more than to savor inch by inch, but amidst the surging emotions, many questions arose.

"Who is this Zhou Shaohua? Why did they give you the villa?"

No rush to house-hunt.

Now it’s their property; isn’t there plenty of time to admire?