The European-style mansion covers an area of over a thousand square ters; it is definitely a top-notch luxury ho.
Surrounding the mansion are creamy white railings, with a garden blooming with various flowers in between, along with a swimming pool, pavilion, rockery, and swing—everything you could possibly need is available.
Sitting inside the car, Gu Tong observed the surroundings, glancing left and right. Even as soone well-versed in such sights, she couldn’t help but be astonished.
In her past life, during her ti with the Mafia, she had seen many hos of nobles and wealthy rchants—richly decorated, elegantly painted, with elaborate carvings, extravagantly luxurious places—she had seen plenty.
But even so, she was still taken aback by the mansion in front of her...
It must be noted that it is now 1991, and such a layout is a symbol of extre wealth...
Gu Tong’s mind surged with countless speculations, all wondering, just who is this Mr. Gong Chenli?
The car moved onto the asphalt and ca to a steady stop at the center of the yard.
As soon as it stopped, the servants inside the mansion began to co out in droves.
Leading the way was a woman in her twenties, carrying a tray with a wet towel on it, saying, "Sir, you’re back."
Gong Chenli gave a slight ’hmm’, without any additional reaction, raising his hand to take the towel and wiped his hands twice.
The young woman seed accustod to this, and with a sweet smile said, "Mr. Chen from the company ca by, saying he has sothing important to discuss with you. Also, Madam called earlier saying..."
Gong Chenli threw the towel on the tray with a ’pop’, interrupting the young woman’s words. He lazily lifted his eyelids, saying, "Forgot my rules?"
The lazy interrogative statent lacked any force, yet it was enough to make the young woman’s face drenched in sweat.
She almost forgot... Today is Mr. Gong’s day of rest. Every month he has one day to relax, not dealing with business, not interfering with family affairs. If anyone disrupts the order of this day, it ruins his mood and inevitably incurs his wrath...
"Ruqing forgot the rules... Please punish , sir..." The young woman nad Mo Ruoqing was now trembling, almost kneeling to plead for forgiveness.
Gong Chenli withdrew his gaze, uninterested in concerning himself with her, his lips moved slightly, saying in a cold voice, "For your brother’s sake! I’m letting this go this ti, but if it happens again, heh, I just bought so new goods that seem fine; maybe I’ll just take your place!"
"Yes..." Mo Ruoqing’s calves turned slightly soft upon hearing this, fearing that Gong Chenli would replace her...
Understand that reaching this position was exceptionally difficult, with countless hardships that are unimaginable.
Gong Chenli’s intimidation had a broad reach; after those words, the entire yard fell silent—even the gardener trimming the flower beds held his shears tightly, fearing even the slightest touch might disturb the serenity of the master.
Gong Chenli lifted his noble foot, stepping onto the stone threshold of the mansion, and proceeded step by step, intending to enter the house to rest.
After the master left, Mo Ruoqing felt her legs falter, filled with panic, and quickly grabbed the butler’s arm, saying, "Brother... did I anger the master..." She was still trembling with fear due to the lingering threat...
The butler Mo Zixuan glanced at his sister, shook his head in exasperation, and said, "I can’t discern the master’s temperant, but if he says it’s fine this ti, then it’s fine."
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