Coming for Me?

Zhang Yang hasn't been too busy in the week since he returned to Magic City.

Come to think of it, with his current capabilities that allow him to manage most Fortune 500 companies, wouldn't he be more than capable of handling his current industries?

Moreover, all the industries are operating stably, with dedicated personnel in charge, so he doesn't need to spend much time or effort on them at all.

Therefore, he spends most of his time enjoying life.

Every day, when I have nothing to do, I go to Cloud Sea Capital to sit and enjoy Bai Xiaomi's sweet words and gentle touch, which can easily while away half a day or a whole day.

Or you could visit the Little Sweet Girl's Youjian Book Cafe to see how Bei Wei's little business is doing.

Since the Mid-Autumn Festival, the operation of Youjian Book Cafe has become more stable, and it has accumulated a considerable number of loyal customers who recharge their accounts and sign up for membership cards. They often sit in the store to drink coffee, read books, and sit for half a day.

Naturally, Bei Wei's temperament has become more and more like that of a serene and content young businesswoman. She drives her Panamera to the store every day, arriving around 8, 9, or 10 a. m. and leaving around 4 or 5 p. m. Occasionally, she goes shopping with Bei Jiajia, and she can afford and appreciate luxury goods.

In Magic City, you can own a house, a car, and a small business that provides a stable and substantial monthly income.

Bei Wei's life was happy and wonderful.

That morning, inside Youjian Book Cafe:

"Honey, those friends of yours last time just came to support us and topped up their cards, they spent millions, but they haven't actually spent a single penny," Bei Wei complained softly to Zhang Yang. "I don't feel safe having that money in my pocket."

"What's there to be uneasy about? You'd better not expect them to come over and spend half a day calmly drinking coffee and reading books. That's unrealistic," Zhang Yang said with a laugh.

Of course, he said these things only to make Bei Wei feel a little more at ease.

As for the support from his fellow car club members, he's certainly aware of that. There will be reciprocity in the future, and he'll take the opportunity to help everyone make money together.

"By the way, your friend, Xiang Xiaotian, comes here often." Bei Wei suddenly smiled and looked at Zhang Yang. "She... she really likes reading. Every time she comes, she orders a cup of their signature Geisha coffee and sits for an hour or two."

"Really?" Zhang Yang was a little surprised. "But it's not surprising. She owns a coffee shop; she's probably here to learn something."

"I'm a book cafe, how can I compare to her coffee shop? What's there to learn from her?" Bei Wei said with a light reproach, then suddenly blinked and asked with a smile, "I have a feeling she came here for you..."

"Don't talk nonsense. My relationship with her is purely platonic, like brother and sister," Zhang Yang said, feigning surprise.

"No wonder she kept calling Zhang Yang' brother'," Bei Wei said, suddenly realizing something.

"How dare you speak ill of me like that?" Zhang Yang casually grabbed Bei Wei's slender waist, ready to teach her a lesson.

"I won't do it again, I won't do it again, good brother," Bei Wei quickly begged for forgiveness.

Snap!

"Pain!"

Inside the shop, the staff listened intently to the owner and his wife flirting, their eyes fixed straight ahead, but their ears were all perked up, listening intently.

As they listened, they all blushed, wanting to look but not daring to look too closely.

A moment later, Zhang Yang and Bei Wei both came out with normal expressions.

Bei Wei looked at everyone sitting so upright and felt quite strange.

"No, you all seem so tense and unnatural. We have guests, go and greet them!" Bei Wei said, looking at them.

Suddenly, the shop came alive again, as if time had stood still.

"Alright, I have to go now, see you later," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"Mmm." Bei Wei stepped forward and gave Zhang Yang a gentle hug, then watched him walk out of the store.

Zhang Yang walked out the door, looked back at the Youjian Book Cafe behind him, and then at the glass curtain wall of the office building reflecting the sunlight in front of him.

Standing within your own industry gives you a sense of peace.

"Oh right, Bei Wei just said... Xiang Xiaotian comes over often?" Zhang Yang muttered.

The coffee at Xiang Xiaotian's cafe wasn't good, so I came here for coffee.

But then I thought, they did recharge their accounts, so isn't it perfectly normal for them to spend money here?

After thinking for a moment, he casually made a phone call.

"Xiao Tian, didn't you come to the book cafe to read today?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Ah... ha," came an awkward laugh from the other end. "Sister Bei Wei already told you, right? Brother Zhang Yang, I swear, I really didn't have any other intentions, I just wanted to go over and sit for a while."

"I didn't say anything to you," Zhang Yang said, amused. "By the way, where are you?"

"Brother Zhang Yang, you haven't forgotten, have you? The club our car club invested in, Cloud Sea Club ..." Xiang Xiaotian immediately replied, "I'm here at the club."

Zhang Yang certainly still remembered the clubhouse, Cloud Sea Club, which he and his fellow car club members had invested in together.

The project was located on the rooftop of an office building on Huaihai Middle Road, a 3,000-square-meter rooftop space. The total investment was 100 million yuan, of which he invested 60 million yuan and the others invested 40 million yuan.

However, since then, he hasn't paid much attention to the progress, while Xiang Xiaotian seems to be the one worrying about it more.

"I'll go take a look too," Zhang Yang said.

A moment later, he got in his car and drove straight to the office building on Huaihai Middle Road.

Around noon, on the top floor of an office building.

As Zhang Yang stepped out of the elevator, the three imposing characters "Cloud Sea Club" immediately came into view.

The large characters are flanked by pine, bamboo and cypress trees, creating a landscape that instantly evokes a sense of paradise.

"Brother Zhang Yang, you're here!" Xiang Xiaotian him with a warm hug and a hot kiss.

Since returning from Hangzhou, it seems like it's been quite a while since he last saw her. After all, she was the girl he'd taken his virginity with, so Zhang Yang's heart was still somewhat stirred.

Therefore, Zhang Yang was quite involved.

"Brother Zhang Yang, look at my work!" After a passionate kiss, Xiang Xiaotian proudly showed off her work to Zhang Yang, pulling him along to tour the huge clubhouse.

Although the club's renovation is a huge project with many details needing refinement, it is now clear that the club adopts a Chinese Han and Tang style, with a dark walnut wood color as the base tone and gold and red accents.

Then, the solid walls were replaced with laminated glass to create a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere that blends the real and the virtual, full of Eastern beauty.

"How was it? Did I accomplish your mission?" Xiang Xiaotian stood with her hands behind her back, smiling at Zhang Yang, looking like she was seeking praise.

With an investment exceeding 100 million, Zhang Yang is the largest investor and naturally the undisputed largest shareholder.

His praise is naturally the greatest compliment.

"The money was well spent." Zhang Yang smiled and pinched Xiang Xiaotian's cheek.

"That's good." Xiang Xiaotian was overjoyed and hugged Zhang Yang's waist, leaning against his chest with a smile. "With your words, all the hardship and toil is worth it."

There is still a long way to go before it is finally completed.

However, the overall framework and layout have already been established, and room for future development has been reserved. Even if additional investment is made later, it will only involve adding details and will not require major changes to the overall layout.

As for how to take luxury to the extreme, an investment of 100 million is far from enough.

In the future, as the club stabilizes and its membership gradually expands to include more external members, its level of prestige will naturally continue to rise, and it will offer more personalized and customized services.

It was noon, and Zhang Yang and Xiang Xiaotian stood in the designated private room area of the business meeting area, next to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Looking down, the bustling Huaihai Road is laid out before you.

In the near future, in such a location, club members may be able to leisurely meet guests, discuss business, and casually look out the floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the bustling cityscape of Magic City.

Zhang Yang held Xiang Xiaotian and looked at her for a long time.

"By the way, have you eaten?"

"Not yet? Auntie has cooked dinner at home, would you like to... come along?" Xiang Xiaotian suddenly asked with a hopeful look on her face.

"You've praised your housekeeper's cooking so many times, I'll just have to try it," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Immediately, a look of surprise lit up Xiang Xiaotian's eyes.

Later that evening, two Rolls-Royces, a pink Rolls-Royce Wraith and a black Rolls-Royce Cullinan, drove one after the other straight to OCT Suzhou Creek Bay.

Zhang Yang had been here once before, so he knew the way well.

"Auntie, is dinner ready?" As soon as they got home, Xiang Xiaotian pulled Zhang Yang inside and asked.

"Perfect timing, I'll serve the soup." The aunt smiled and poked her head out of the kitchen. When she saw Zhang Yang, she paused for a moment, then quickly smiled and nodded to greet him.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang."

"Please add another set of chopsticks and a bowl," Xiang Xiaotian said.

"Okay, I understand, Miss." The aunt immediately understood.

On the table, a variety of delicious-looking dishes were already laid out.

I heard from Xiang Xiaotian that the auntie previously worked for mostly owners of luxury homes, and that the auntie herself was proficient in all kinds of cooking and childcare, making her a top-notch nanny.

In any case, Xiang Xiaotian praised it highly.

At noon, Zhang Yang tried the cooking of his family's aunt.

Indeed, the table was full of Magic City dishes today, rich in oil and soy sauce, with just the right amount of saltiness—truly delicious and authentic. These dishes are so good they could easily be served in a restaurant.

Zhang Yang was quite satisfied with the meal.

The auntie, with a great sense of boundaries, served herself a bowl of rice, ate a little while at the table, and then finished, leaving all the space to Xiang Xiaotian and Zhang Yang.

"Auntie, are you full? Why are you eating so fast today?" Xiang Xiaotian asked with concern.

"I'm full, you guys eat slowly, I'll tidy up the house a bit more." With that, the aunt went to the side and started tidying up the house.

"Here's another piece of braised pork chop for you, Zhang Yang." Xiang Xiaotian turned her gaze back and smiled as she placed another pork chop into Zhang Yang's bowl. "How is it? Isn't our aunt's cooking amazing?"

"It's pretty good," Zhang Yang praised without hesitation.

"Would you like to come over for meals more often?" Xiang Xiaotian asked, half-jokingly.

"How do I pay for the meals?" Zhang Yang asked, looking up.

"I'll tell you how to pay later," Xiang Xiaotian suddenly said, blinking and blushing.

A few moments later, lunch was finished.

Zhang Yang was then dragged by Xiang Xiaotian to pay the food fee.

In the living room, the aunt was busy with her work, but she was also a little puzzled as to what this "payment for meals" meant.

Then, as she continued mopping the floor, she finally realized what was going on and was immediately dumbfounded. She quickly put down her work, went into her maid's room, and stayed there obediently.

Later that afternoon, the aunt came out of the room.

The living room remained quiet.

The aunt walked to the shoe cabinet, opened it, and glanced inside. She knew then that the two hadn't left yet.

Just as she was hesitating whether to continue working, she suddenly heard the door open outside, and she froze.

"Mrs?"

The person who opened the door and entered was Dong Yaru, who had returned to Magic City from Hangzhou.

"Um... by the way, is Xiao Tian home?" Dong Yaru opened the door to change her shoes. "Is there lunch yet, Auntie?"

"Yes, madam, I'll heat up your food." The aunt hesitated, unsure whether to say, "Miss, Miss is home."

"At home? In your room again?" Dong Yaru asked, amused. "Huh?"

Her gaze sharpened and landed on a pair of men's shoes in the shoe cabinet.

Although there were many shoes in the shoe cabinet, she naturally knew what brand her husband Xiang Detao, wore; it certainly wasn't this pair of Berluti.

"What's this?" she asked, looking at her aunt.

"Miss... Miss, she..." The aunt stammered, unsure of what to say.

Not far behind, Xiang Xiaotian, who had just come out of the room, was wearing pajamas, looking languid, and her cheeks were as delicate and beautiful as newly blooming peach blossoms.

Dong Yaru and her aunt both looked at Xiang Xiaotian at the same time.

"Huh? Mom, what brings you to Magic City today?" Xiang Xiaotian, somewhat surprised, then added, "Oh, right, Zhang Yang is here too."

"Mr. Zhang is here too?" Dong Yaru changed instantly.

The aunt, observing Dong Yaru's expression, saw surprise and importance in her eyes, but not the shock and anger she had expected...

Mr. Zhang?

You even address your wife that way?

Judging from the title, this Mr. Zhang is not only someone acknowledged by his family, but his status seems to be quite extraordinary?

"Auntie, please wash some fruit," Dong Yaru quickly instructed, then pulled Xiang Xiaotian aside to whisper to her.

The aunt was taken aback for a moment, then quickly went to prepare to wash the fruit.

"Not up yet?" Dong Yaru whispered to Xiang Xiaotian.

"No." Xiang Xiaotian still had a faint smile on her lips.

"Oh, okay, then don't wake him, let him sleep well. Oh, and have Zhang Yang stay for dinner tonight, or eat out... never mind, I'll cook myself." Dong Yaru quickly gave a series of instructions.

"Okay, Mom," Xiang Xiaotian replied softly.

Right now, Zhang Yang is sleeping in Xiang Xiaotian's fragrant bedroom, having just woken up from an incredibly comfortable dream.

The fragrance lingering around his nose told him that he was in a girl's room.

"Oh right, I just paid for lunch and then slept for ages. What time is it?" Zhang Yang muttered to himself, glancing at the time before realizing it was almost four in the afternoon.

Inside and outside, everything was quiet.

Zhang Yang opened his phone and saw a meeting reminder. He then remembered that he had notified the executives of Soup King Hotpot to have a meeting that afternoon.

This concerns the opening of the first store in Beijing.

The opening of the first store in Beijing is not just about opening a store; it signifies the expansion of the Beijing market and the subsequent opening of seven or eight more stores in the Beijing, making it a significant event.