Unimaginable Financial Strength

The sun is setting inside the Cullinan.

"Xiao Zhang, you must come to the hotel tonight. Your aunt and uncle want to treat you well." Dong Yaru sat in the back of the car, clutching her phone tightly, not having time to reply to the Xiang Detao had just sent.

"Auntie, it's not that I'm being dramatic, but I have some things to do tonight. How about we reschedule?" Zhang Yang said with a smile.

He won't act tough.

However, he really didn't want to eat anything tonight.

I'm so tired of it.

What's the point of all this entertaining?

I'd rather go back to my own InterContinental Garden Hotel, enjoy a meal prepared by their own chef, feel the evening breeze along the Qiantang River, and then go back to my room early... to wait for someone...

"Mom, Zhang Yang is very busy with his career. He might even have a remote meeting tonight. Let's find another time," Xiang Xiaotian said happily.

"Okay, then let's make another appointment. Your career is important." Dong Yaru didn't dare to persuade her any further.

They can casually pull out over 100 million to buy a house; their business must be enormous! Even if they were the actual in-laws, let alone just being the woman's parents, they'd still have to give way to their son-in-law in this situation.

And you have to praise your son-in-law's dedication to everyone you meet.

"Okay... Auntie, definitely." Zhang Yang drove, "Xiao Tian, I'll take you and Auntie back to the Junlan Hotel first, and we'll contact each other again tomorrow."

"Okay, Brother Zhang Yang," Xiang Xiaotian with boundless tenderness.

It was not yet six o'clock when the Junlan Hotel was located in front of it.

Xiang Xiaotian and Dong Yaru got off the car.

"Zhang Yang, wait a minute." Xiang Xiaotian suddenly called out to Zhang Yang, bending down by the car window with her hands behind her back.

"Hmm?" Zhang Yang lowered the car window and looked at the smiling pretty face in front of him.

"A farewell kiss, then kiss me." Xiang Xiaotian leaned closer to her face.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang blinked.

"Never mind, I'll do it myself." Xiang Xiaotian said softly, then hugged the person in front of her neck and offered a passionate kiss.

Dong Yaru watched this scene with a smile on her face.

Look how well-matched they are!

A moment later, she and her daughter stood by the roadside, watching the Cullinan away.

"Come on, let's go find your dad." Dong Yuru pulled Xiang Xiaotian.

The mother and daughter walked and talked, and all they talked about was Zhang Yang.

Furthermore, they gained a better understanding of Zhang Yang's financial resources.

"You mean, Xiao Zhang also owns an apartment in COFCO Seaview No. 1 in Magic City, which is worth over 100 million yuan?" Dong Yaru couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, not to mention anything else, the watch he's wearing is worth 27 million. And last time, when our club members were planning a project, they were short tens of millions, and Zhang Yang paid it all without batting an eye." Xiang Xiaotian said, counting on her fingers.

"Zhang Yang's wealth is beyond imagination, humph... someone like that is incredibly hard to find anywhere else in the world, and my dad actually..."

As she spoke, Xiang Xiaotian became somewhat indignant.

"You can't entirely blame your dad. He didn't know the truth and thought he was just an ordinary rich kid," Dong Yaru said with a smile. "But now it's all right. I've told your dad the truth, and he'll definitely change his mind."

These days, marriage is a matter of personal choice. Arrangements are made only when someone is successful and suitable; if that's not the case, what good are childhood betrothals?

The mother and daughter walked slowly, stopping frequently, and hotel staff members would come up to greet them along the way.

Dong Yaru resumed her demeanor as a hotel executive, nodding and smiling occasionally, until she stepped into the elevator.

"When you see your dad later, let me speak first. You know he's always been arrogant. After all, he's a boss, and he manages hundreds of people in this hotel," Dong Yaru instructed.

"I know, he always acts like a boss anyway," Xiang Xiaotian said sullenly.

"You..." Dong Yaru smiled helplessly.

Inside the office, the mother and daughter knocked on the door and went in.

"Good morning, Mr. Dong. Good morning, Miss Xiang." In the office, the manager, who had just finished reporting on his work, saw the two of them, quickly greeted them, and quietly left the office.

"You're back?" Xiang Detao was reviewing documents when he glanced up at the two of them.

"Still busy?" Dong Yaru stepped forward and massaged Xiang Detao's shoulders from behind.

Xiang Xiaotian went to the reception area on the side, poured herself some tea, sat down, and didn't say a word.

"Hmm, that's about it." Xiang Detao glanced at his daughter from afar. "Xiao Tian, come over here, I have something to tell you."

"Go ahead and speak, I'm listening, it's not like I can't hear you." Xiang Xiaotian said without looking up.

"You've been bewitched by that Zhang guy, haven't you?" Xiang Detao slammed his pen on the table, deciding to ignore her altogether. "Old Lu and his family are coming to Hangzhou tomorrow. They'll be at the Four Seasons Hall for lunch. Make the arrangements."

"Okay, don't worry about that." Dong Yaru hesitated for a moment, "Perfect timing, I also have something I want to talk to you about."

"What, you didn't have time to reply to me this afternoon? Where did you and that Xiao Zhang go this afternoon?" Xiang Detao said with a smile. "That Xiao Zhang, with such a good-looking face, must be a master at sweet-talking. Don't tell me he was bribed this afternoon."

"Dad, you're being really mean." Xiang Xiaotian walked over angrily, pulled up a chair, and sat down next to him.

"Sit down properly and listen carefully," Xiang Detao said in a tone that left no room for argument.

Xiang Xiaotian was instantly speechless.

"Old Xiang, Xiao Zhang said this afternoon that he wants to buy a house in Hangzhou for Xiao Tian. Do you think that's enough sincerity?" Dong Yaru said.

"Buy a house in Hangzhou?" Xiang Detao was surprised. "He really said that?"

"Not only did they mention it, they actually went and bought it this afternoon." Dong Yaru sighed softly and sat down as well.

"You really bought a house?" Xiang Detao was extremely surprised. "If that's the case, then he does seem to have some sincerity. However, he may not understand the current situation. The marriage between our family and the Lu family is a done deal."

He certainly had good reason to say that.

Early arranged marriages between children, agreements between previous generations, this is one reason.

As a person, one must not be untrustworthy.

Over the years, their family fortunes have steadily increased, and the two families are considered a good match. That's the second point.

He felt there was no better option.

As for Xiang Xiaotian, that's not up to her.

"Let me finish what I have to say. Do you know where Xiao Zhang bought his things this afternoon?" Dong Yaru stepped forward and gently grasped Xiang Detao's hands.

"Where?" Xiang Detao said casually.

Xiang Xiaotian stood to the side, watching angrily, waiting for her father to be embarrassed.

"They went to Peach Blossom Spring this afternoon and bought a traditional Chinese courtyard house for 130 million yuan, paid in full," Dong Yaru said slowly, word by word.

Xiang Detao froze, then mechanically picked up the teacup beside him.

I took a sip, and my mouth trembled from the heat.

"Old Xiang, the hot water was just poured, are you alright?" Dong Yaru quickly went to pour some cold water.

A moment later...

"Even if... even if he's rich, our family isn't short of money at all. How could we break our promise over something like that?" Xiang Detao retorted stubbornly.

"I'm speechless." Xiang Xiaotian stood up angrily, slammed the door, and left.

In the blink of an eye, only Xiang Detao and his wife remained in the office.

"Old Xiang, there are no outsiders here," Dong Yaru said.

"The problem now is that Xiao Tian and Xiaozhang are already a couple, and Xiaozhang is so outstanding. Given this situation, don't you think it's appropriate to force Xiao Tian to get to know someone she's not interested in and whose abilities are far inferior to Xiaozhang's?"

"Sigh, I know." Xiang Detao's expression suddenly crumbled. "What can we do? The Lu family is coming tomorrow. It's a done deal. Can we go back on our word? I can't do something like that."

"There's nothing we can do. Is Xiao Tian's entire life's happiness just for a good reputation? Are Xiao Tian?" Dong Yaru rarely spoke with such firmness. "If it really comes down to it, I'll play the villain."

"You..." Xiang Detao's expression was extremely conflicted. "Forget it, let's be honest and be sincere. I hope that even if we don't get married, the friendship between our two families will still remain."

"You'd better stop fantasizing about that. You'd better be prepared to break off all relations," Dong Yaru said without hesitation.

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Returning to one's own territory is naturally exceptionally refreshing.

Zhang Yang, traveling light, was walking through the InterContinental Garden Hotel when he first bumped into Qu Shanshan, who was jogging towards him.

"Mr. Zhang, is dinner ready for you?"

"Okay, keep it simple tonight." Zhang Yang nodded.

"Shall I send it to your room?" Qu Shanshan asked solicitously, following closely behind.

"A room? Forget it, I'll just go to the restaurant." Zhang Yang waved his hand and headed straight for the elevator.

Qu Shanshan quickened her pace and pressed the elevator button before Zhang Yang could.

A few guests watched this scene from a distance, all somewhat incredulous.

"Is your lobby manager always this attentive? Or is that guest very special... some kind of big client?"

"That... that's our boss," the uniformed receptionists said politely in a low voice.

"Boss?" Several customers looked in surprise at the figure walking into the elevator.

Evening, at the usual spot.

Zhang Yang sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, savoring West Lake water shield soup, tea-smoked beef ribs, and stir-fried double crispy vegetables, and finally drank two bowls of beef soup.

He sat quietly, like a hotel guest, and no one knew that he was the big boss of the hotel.

After the meal, the head chef of the Chinese restaurant cautiously came over to ask for suggestions.

"It's fine, no suggestions." Zhang Yang nodded and smiled. "The dishes for other customers should be the same as mine, right?"

He certainly didn't want anything special; he wanted all the dishes to maintain this standard of taste. He felt that deliciousness wasn't important; what mattered most was that all guests felt the Chinese restaurant at the InterContinental Garden Hotel was exceptional.

"Mr. Zhang, please rest assured, they are all made to the same standard. As chefs, we put our all into every dish," the head chef said, bowing.

"Okay, then I'm relieved." Zhang Yang nodded, telling the head chef to go ahead and get busy.

After dinner, he went for a walk in the rooftop garden on the hotel.

Before coming up, he didn't have high expectations, thinking it would probably be something like a terrace.

But once I got up there, the view suddenly opened up before me.

This is... a Chinese-style garden built directly on the rooftop!

White pines, deciduous maples, flower-lined streets, stepping stones, and small ground lights at night illuminate the shimmering water.

Standing inside the hexagonal pavilion, gazing at the distant Qiantang River, feeling the evening breeze on the Qiantang River, and appreciating the beauty of the river view, the feeling is truly blissful.

"Oh, right." Zhang Yang seemed to remember that there was something he hadn't done yet.

He picked up his phone, found the WeChat of Wen Ting, the saleswoman he had just added that afternoon, and casually sent her his room number.

Is it convenient?

"Mr. Zhang, I'm coming right now." The reply came back almost instantly, without missing a beat.

Zhang Yang smiled, put his phone away, and stretched gently in the river breeze of the rooftop garden.

Then I went downstairs.

Pushing open the double doors of the suite, Zhang Yang entered, casually picked up a wine glass, poured himself some wine, and then went to take a shower.

After taking a shower, I drank some wine and looked at the river view.

Then, there was a knock on the door.

"We're here already?" Zhang Yang put down his wine glass and went to open the door.

Outside the door, Wen Ting wore a halter-neck short dress, revealing her fair legs, looking both sexy and fresh.

"Mr. Zhang, may I... come in?" she asked with a sweet smile.

"Come in." Zhang Yang ushered Wen Ting into the large suite.

"This place... is really huge." In the seven-meter-high reception room, Wen Ting gently put down her bag, looked at the night view of the Qiantang River outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and felt the awe of the 300-square-meter suite.

"It's big, it is quite big," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Wen Ting turned around and obediently came up and hugged Zhang Yang's waist.

"Mr. Zhang, I finished dinner early tonight, took a shower, and was putting on makeup while waiting for your call."

"So considerate? Come on, have some wine, chat for a while, no rush." Zhang Yang poured the wine and handed the glass to Wen Ting.

The night is long, and it's still early.

There's plenty of time to drink, chat, and while away the long hours.

Then, when the mood struck, they did whatever they wanted.

The two sat on the sofa, Zhang Yang naturally putting his arm around Wen Ting's smooth shoulder. They clinked glasses and chatted idly.

When she heard something funny, Wen Ting covered her mouth and chuckled.

As it got later and later, Wen Ting moved closer and closer, and finally simply rested her head on Zhang Yang's chest.

"Mr. Zhang, it seems to be getting late."

Zhang Yang checked the time. Hmm, indeed, they had been chatting for so long without realizing it, it was about time.

He glanced at Wen Ting, whose cheeks were flushed, and without thinking much, he picked her up and carried her into the master bedroom.

Beside the king-size bed in the master bedroom, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view of Qianjiang New City was incredibly dazzling. Zhang Yang and Miss Wen exchanged a glance, and immediately embraced each other without saying a word.

On his first night in Hangzhou, in a spacious suite of over 300 square meters, Zhang Yang felt no loneliness whatsoever, with the Qiantang River as his pillow.

Early the next morning.

Wen Ting blushed and searched the bed for clothes.

"Mr. Zhang, there's one more thing, but I can't find it." She pressed the blanket to her chest and said apologetically.

"Look under the covers." Zhang Yang stretched out his body, basking in the morning sunlight.

Wen Ting stole a glance. Although it wasn't the first time she'd seen it, the darkness of last night made her blush and her heart race as she saw that incredible figure in broad daylight.

With that thought in mind, she decided to stop looking and couldn't resist going up to them and sticking her arm around them.