"All right, then get some proper rest." Zhang Yang smiled as he wrapped an arm around Shi Xuan's slim waist. "I've got food and drinks here. Make yourself at home. Leave after you've rested up."
"What about you?" Shi Xuan couldn't help asking.
"Me?" Zhang Yang said. "Building my career, making money..."
"Huh? You're already this rich, and you still want to make money?" Shi Xuan's eyes widened slightly. She found it a little unbelievable, and a little disappointing.
After all, her heart was completely wrapped up in the man before her. She wished she could spend every day with him.
"You..." Zhang Yang pinched Shi Xuan's fair chin and couldn't help laughing. "If I don't build my career or make money, what do you want me to do? I can't exactly keep screwing..."
He paused slightly there.
Shi Xuan's cheeks instantly flushed crimson, and she lightly punched Zhang Yang.
"If you can bear to, then keep going..."
A little after eight in the morning, Zhang Yang finished washing up and breakfast, then went to get his car and left Beijing Manor.
As for Shi Xuan, she would stay at Beijing Manor for the time being and get some rest.
On the balcony, Shi Xuan rose slightly onto her toes and watched as the Ghost in the distance gradually drove out of the vast estate, slowly disappearing into the distance.
The enormous villa, spanning several thousand square meters, was left with only her in the blink of an eye.
"It's really huge."
With no one else around, Shi Xuan felt even more at ease and couldn't help voicing her amazement.
Before Zhang Yang left, he had told her to make herself at home. Everything here—food, drinks, things to use and things to enjoy—she could try whatever she wanted.
So, she