Let me see what an assistant's room in a rich man's house looks like

When Huo Yuchen, standing nearby, saw the introductory gift, his expression turned a little peculiar.

After Huo Ruhui left, Huo Yuchen strolled over and sat on the sofa, asking with an unreadable air, "Do you know what accepting this gift means?"

Xu Su looked down at the top-grade diamond and the even finer agate in his hands, clueless but not remotely flustered. "It means I received a gift."

"..."

That was a bit redundant.

"What else?"

Huo Yuchen asked patiently.

Xu Su pondered for two seconds and raised an eyebrow. "It also means your family lost a gift."

"..."

You've really mastered the art of saying nothing.

Huo Yuchen was a little speechless, but not at all displeased.

He watched Xu Su quietly, his gaze tracing down from Xu Su's brow inch by inch with a hint of aggression, slowly moving down, then gradually back up, before finally settling on Xu Su's bright, glistening eyes.

The corners of his lips lifted slightly. "This belonged to my late grandmother. She left it for her future granddaughter-in-law."

That could hardly have been more explicit, and Xu Su froze on the spot.

He had thought Chairman Huo was simply extravagantly wealthy. Never had he imagined that this introductory gift carried such significance.

"Sorry, I didn't know this gift was so precious."

He apologized sheepishly and tried to shift the blame. "But you can't put all the blame on me. Your grandpa must not have been paying attention and gave me the wrong gift. Should I ask him to exchange it?"

Huo Yuchen: "..."

It felt as helpless as being a top student who had provided a clear answer, only for the failing student to be incapable of even copying it.

That evening.

In the dining room.

Huo Ruhui was in a good mood that day and had personally cooked several fine dishes.

"Here, try this braised radish soup. Grandpa grew these radishes himself. They're much more natural and eco-friendly than anything sold outside..."

"Try the blue lobster too. It was only flown in this morning. Very fresh..."

"And this matsutake chicken soup is very nourishing, though it hasn't simmered quite long enough. Here, have some more..."

Before long, Xu Su's bowl was piled high with food.

By contrast, Huo Yuchen's bowl contained nothing but fluffy white rice and the two stalks of greens he had served himself.

Xu Su couldn't bear the sight and invited him warmly, "Don't be shy, Crown Prince. Help yourself. Make yourself at home."

Huo Yuchen: "..."

This is my home.

Seeing his grandson get one-upped, Huo Ruhui was even more delighted, grinning like a kid. "Hahahahaha..."

Then he instructed Old Mao, the butler, "Go fetch a good bottle from the wine cellar. I'm going to have a proper drink with Su!"

Xu Su could hold his liquor. Back in his original world, he had even won the title of Wine God at a mysterious organization's wine-tasting competition. Besides, any wine that made it into Chairman Huo's home was bound to be exceptionally fine and precious.

He immediately slapped the table in agreement. "Great! Sir, I'll drink with you today until we're both drunk!"

But Huo Yuchen stopped him. "No. No drinking."

"Why?" Xu Su asked in confusion.

Huo Ruhui echoed his confusion. "Why?"

Huo Yuchen didn't answer immediately. First, he glanced at Huo Ruhui, his eyes full of implication: You know perfectly well.

Then he turned to Xu Su and teased, "It's such fine wine. I'm afraid you wouldn't know how to appreciate it."

Xu Su was utterly speechless. "...What's that supposed to mean? Do I have to write a paper after drinking your family's wine?"

A hint of challenge appeared in Huo Yuchen's eyes. "If you really had to write one... could you even manage it?"

"..."

That wasn't merely unpleasant-it was practically an insult. Xu Su was furious on the spot.

He shouted, "Someone! Bring brush and ink!"

As the saying went, enough was enough!

If he didn't show off a little skill now, how was he supposed to make his way in the world after this?

Watching the two fool around, Huo Ruhui's eyes gleamed shrewdly, and he cheerfully stepped in to smooth things over.

"All right, all right, Su. Don't listen to that brat. Our family doesn't have all those silly rules. Do whatever makes you happy. Drink if you want to drink, eat meat if you want to eat meat. You call the shots in this house."

At those words, the servants who had still been a little uncertain about Xu Su's position immediately understood. Those responsible for fetching wine rushed off for wine, and those responsible for fetching a pen flew off for a pen.

Only the person in question remained baffled. "What do you mean, this house..."

"The wine's here."

Knowing what Xu Su wanted to ask, Huo Yuchen craftily changed the subject. "The pen and paper are here too. What do you want to write?"

Sure enough, Xu Su's attention shifted. "A paper!"

Brimming with confidence, he raised his glass, took a sip of the precious yellow rice wine, and then put pen to paper:

A paper

The servants present: "...???"

Did that count???

Everyone exchanged looks, their eyes full of bewilderment.

Huo Ruhui was the first to catch on to Xu Su's cleverness and burst into delighted laughter again. "Hahahahaha..."

Huo Yuchen was both exasperated and amused. "You call that managing to write it?"

Xu Su was perfectly self-assured. "How is that not managing to write it? Which stroke didn't I write properly? Tell me!"

Huo Yuchen: "..."

You win.

After the hearty meal, Huo Ruhui told Huo Yuchen to show Xu Su around the estate so he could familiarize himself with the surroundings and live more comfortably there in the future.

Xu Su wasn't one for false politeness and immediately nodded in agreement, thinking that he had now made it into the ranks of "a rich family's nanny." Then he blurted out excitedly:

"Let's go! Let me see what an assistant's room in a rich man's house looks like!"

"?"

Huo Ruhui's expression froze. "What assistant's room?"

The only room this old man knows is a delivery room.

They were the very picture of people talking at cross-purposes. Huo Yuchen couldn't listen any longer, but he had no desire to explain the misunderstanding between them either. Taking Xu Su by the hand, he headed outside.

"Got it, Grandpa. Get some rest early."

As the two tugged each other along on their way out, Huo Ruhui watched their "loving" retreating figures with a doting smile.

"Look at them. What a perfect match."

Old Mao, the butler, couldn't agree more. "Yes, such a loving, beautiful couple. A match made in heaven."

The two old men kept nodding, so utterly satisfied that they seemed already to see the invisible red thread of the matchmaking god running between the couple's fingers.