Mu Chenyan snorted and followed behind him. She walked to the front of her small car and was just about to take out the car keys when she heard the man say in a low, muffled voice, "Sit in my car!"
Mu Chenyan paused. Her little face was perplexed, but there was a cute stubbornness on it. She thought to herself, 'Why should I?'
While she was hesitating, Yuan Xuan continued impatiently, "Yan Jun will be driving your car later. You'll be sitting in my car!"
Mu Chenyan saw Yuan Xuan's cold expression and wanted to resist. However, she recalled the man's previous misdeeds. A good woman would not fight with a man, so she could only give up.
Yuan Xuan's sports car sped up and reached the highway in the blink of an eye.
They were not going back to the mansion. The scenery along the way was completely different from the West Hills. After driving for more than ten kilometers, Mu Chenyan could not hold it in anymore. She asked in a low voice, "Where are you taking me?"
"Don't ask!" This was the first time Yuan Xuan spoke to Mu Chenyan with a temper. His attitude was neither warm nor cold. He stared at the road ahead while his slender fingers with distinct joints gripped the steering wheel. The faint smell of rosin mixed with the minty taste of nicotine and tobacco on his body was somewhat intoxicating.
His side profile was faintly golden under the setting sun. His long eyelashes could not hide the coldness in his eyes.
Only the straight bridge of his nose could make people feel better. It used to be Mu Chenyan's favorite part of his body.
However, Mu Chenyan was not in the mood to be smitten. She was not a person without a temper. Since he did not want her to ask, she would not ask.
The back of her head was exposed.
The two of them were silent along the way. As the car drove on the road, the scenery that whizzed past was left in an arc by this top-notch sports car.
The evening mist was heavy and the last trace of red clouds on the horizon faded away. Moonlight appeared, the stars were sparse and the cicadas were quiet. The shadows of the trees were mottled and a few large words were written on the manor's unusually imposing gate: Liu Li Villa!
The main castle was built in the English style and was majestic and imposing.
Mu Chenyan had long known that Yuan Xuan owned this manor. In Luo Hai, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, this was his playground.
Previously, when he brought Zhao Ruoxin to the Wintry Lake to sketch, they stayed at Liu Li Villa.
She did not know what Yuan Xuan was up to, so she quietly followed behind him.
Yuan Xuan's arrival made the entire villa bustle with activity. When the man entered the villa, the servants who were permanently stationed there surrounded him and took the coat that he had taken off and hung it in the cloakroom. Then, they brought the slippers over for him to change into. This pampered man was like a local emperor!
The kitchen had already started to get busy. It seemed like they had already made sufficient preparations for their master's arrival.
A woman in her forties who looked like a housekeeper walked over with quick quick steps. She looked at Mu Chenyan with a humble gaze and said softly, "You must be Mistress. Sir has prepared a room on the second floor for you. Please follow me!"
Mu Chenyan heard her address Yuan Xuan as "Mister" instead of "Third Young Master" or "Young Master".
It seemed like this was Yuan Xuan's world.
Here, he was not the heir of the Yuan Family, but the master of his own kingdom!
Yuan Xuan ignored her and went straight to the manor's wine cellar. This man was addicted to alcohol. After driving for such a long time, drinking some red wine should be the best way to rest.
After Yuan Xuan left, Mu Chenyan was finally in the mood to carefully examine this castle.
Liu Li Villa was a manor that Yuan Xuan had bought after he returned from England. It was said that the previous owner's surname was Shen and he was one of the older generations of aristocratic families in Luo Hai. The Shen Family's grandfather had a noble status similar to Old Master Yuan and was considered one of the founding fathers of the country. However, due to some reason, the Shen Family was ruined and he was expelled from the country. The Shen Family was broken up and his wife was separated.
This old manor fell into the hands of the government. Before this, there were people who had planned to take it over. A good manor had been auctioned but it had never been sold. The reason was that they were afraid that the Shen Family who had been exiled overseas would come back and harass them.
It was said that the descendants of the Shen Family had gathered many underground forces overseas. This Shen Family Manor was indeed like a piece of meat in a pot. It was delicious but it was also very hot.
When Yuan Xuan returned from England, his first big expenditure was to bid for this century-old manor. After several times of taking care of it, the manor that had been ruined in the past had been restored to life.
The hall on the first floor was ten meters high and there was a four-meter-long crystal chandelier hanging from it, illuminating the hall brilliantly. There was a spiral staircase that led to the second and third floors. It was carved with white marble and the floor was paved with marble.
As she walked up the stairs, the walls on both sides of the corridor were pasted with murals. They were all masterpieces from the Renaissance period.
Mu Chenyan did not really know how to draw, but she was attracted by each and every one of the paintings. They were too beautiful. Mu Chenyan felt that one of the paintings looked familiar. She carefully looked at the artist's name, Shu Qinger.
Mu Chenyan stared at the painting in a daze. The last time she saw Shu Qinger in England was because Yuan Xuan was returning to the country. Shu Qinger had gone to England from Italy to send Yuan Xuan off. At that time, she had asked Yuan Xuan to bring back a painting.
The housekeeper led Mu Chenyan to a large bedroom at the end of the corridor on the second floor. The woman's attitude was humble. She smiled at Mu Chenyan and said, "You can call me Housekeeper Liu."
"Hello, Sister Liu!" Mu Chenyan greeted her graciously.
Sister Liu looked at Mu Chenyan again. There was an indescribable feeling of fondness in her heart. "Sir has good taste!"
When Mu Chenyan heard this, she smiled and lowered her head without saying anything. Sister Liu carefully said, "Mistress, you can take a shower first. There's still about half an hour before dinner. The pajamas that Sir prepared for you are all in the cloakroom. If there's a need, I'll ask Cui Er to come over and serve you."
"No need, I can do it myself!" Although Mu Chenyan was born in the Mu Family, she was not used to the extravagance of the Yuan Family.
Sister Liu went to the bathroom to turn on the water. She adjusted the temperature and sprinkled rose petals and flower dew all over the bathtub.
Compared to the minimalist style of Hibiscus Garden, Liu Li Villa appeared to be overly luxurious.
After Sister Liu left, the exhausted Mu Chenyan quickly jumped into the huge bathtub and took a beautiful bath. The flower petals on her body swayed along her smooth skin. She really loved this rose petal bath!
After getting out of the bathtub, Mu Chenyan, who was wrapped in a towel, found a variety of pajamas in the cloakroom. However, after looking for a long time, Mu Chenyan could not find a suitable one.
Indeed, there were all kinds of pajamas in different colors. They were really too colorful!
She was so exposed that she could not bear to look at them.
Mu Chenyan was annoyed. What the hell was Yuan Xuan up to?
The man had been waiting in the restaurant for a long time. The dishes on the table were all Mu Chenyan's favorite flavors.
However, the woman still did not come downstairs. The staircase was silent. Sister Liu looked at Yuan Xuan who was elegantly leaning against the back of the chair. Her gaze was calm and deep as she glanced at the second floor. The perceptive housekeeper said softly, "Sir, should I go get Mistress?"
Yuan Xuan put down his wine glass and waved his hand. "I'll go myself."
He had already washed up in the other room and changed into soft dark blue home clothes. His slender legs strode forward and stepped on the long white carpet in the bedroom.
Yuan Xuan saw that Mu Chenyan was wrapped in a towel. She was squatting on the floor of the cloakroom and was in a dilemma. She muttered, "What's going on? How do I wear this? "
The pink towel only reached her chest. The woman's shoulders were smooth and delicate. Under the warm lights in the cloakroom, they shone with an enchanting light.
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