Today, it wasn't just An Ning and me going to Ding Ruoning's house. Song Xiaotian was coming too.
After all, Seventh Master had said Ding Ruoning might be doubly vicious, so taking more people would be safer.
On the way, An Ning was still asking me how exactly I had managed to sell the house.
She still didn't seem to grasp the essence of sales.
I spent another long while explaining it to her in the car.
When we arrived, Seventh Master was already waiting at the entrance to the residential complex.
Outsiders certainly couldn't get into a complex like this, but we had a letter of authorization, so naturally, we could enter.
The complex was called Garden Villa, an elegant name.
Calling the surroundings nice didn't begin to do them justice.
All I could say was that poverty had limited my horizons. The entire complex looked like the rear gardens of an ancient prince's estate.
There was no obvious luxury or extravagance here, yet everything about it said I couldn't afford it.
The truly wealthy had moved beyond vulgar tastes. They valued elegance.
Even walking through the complex was a feast for the eyes.
We soon found Ding Ruoning's villa.
It was a large villa, with flowers planted throughout the yard. Some areas were nothing but vast beds of flowers, showing how much the owner loved life.
But no one had watered the yard for a long time, and it was the height of summer. The flowers had already withered.
What had once been a beautiful sight now looked ruined wherever we turned.
The villa had only been unoccupied for two months, and there weren't many weeds in the yard, yet it felt desolate.
Seventh Master walked over to a flower bed and pulled a withered Chinese rose out