"After buying this, are we moving to Spain to live?" Zhong Ziyan asked in confusion.
She had only just taken a single glance at the luxury apartment Wei's Mother gifted her!
But that apartment was something Zhong Ziyan planned to live in after the divorce, so she didn’t consider it a waste.
She would spend the next few decades in that multi-million-dollar apartment—how many days could she possibly spend in this 1.2-billion-dollar castle?
Wei Hanyun actually gave it some thought. "That could work."
Zhong Ziyan: "…" She tactfully suggested, "You could treat it as an investment purchase."
Manager Chen seized the perfect moment to interject, "Madam Wei, is it the interior design or the architectural style that doesn’t appeal to you?"
"I don’t want to live in a house where we can’t even see each other," Zhong Ziyan admitted. She already found their current villa at Tingshan too large—sometimes she had to use her psychic abilities just to scan the entire property to locate someone.
This Barcelona estate, while breathtaking, covered over two hectares. A simple phone call might require a half-hour wait before they could even meet face-to-face.
Manager Chen nodded in understanding. "I see. Then let’s skip this one. I have another recommendation that might suit your tastes."
With practiced ease, she switched the holographic projection. The castle collapsed in a digital cascade, replaced by a three-story white townhouse.
"Central London, right by Hyde Park," Manager Chen said with a knowing smile. "While not the largest or most expensive property, I believe this one might intrigue you the most."
From the outside, the townhouse appeared unremarkable—a stark white cube. But as the projection zoomed in on the entrance, a golden British-style lock came into view, adorned with a golden falcon perched atop it.
Zhong Ziyan: "…" This woman can read minds!!
Manager Chen didn’t need to physically operate the lock—she simply tapped the projection, and the mechanism whirred to life. Gears turned with satisfying precision as the circular lock disassembled piece by piece, retreating like an elaborate puzzle. The golden falcon spread its wings soundlessly at the final rotation, as if it were a living, magical creature.
"The previous owner was an obsessive James Bond enthusiast," Manager Chen explained, guiding the projection inside. "Every conceivable space, indoors and out, has been modified with Bond-inspired mechanisms."
The first sight inside was a massive wall displaying two life-sized portraits. The room felt like a dead end, offering no visible exits—only the option to turn back.
Zhong Ziyan’s instincts kicked in, scanning for escape routes.
But Manager Chen soon provided the answer—a hidden panel beside the portraits required both fingerprint and voice verification. Once activated, the portraits slid apart, revealing a segmented wall that rotated to unveil the living room.
Zhong Ziyan: "…He installed secret mechanisms in his own home? Was he in a dangerous profession?"
"Just a unique hobby of the previous owner—a Russian oligarch," Manager Chen clarified. "This wall took the designer immense effort to perfect, and the client was extremely pleased with the result."
Zhong Ziyan frowned in thought. Weren’t Russian mobsters the most common villains in Bond films? How could a Russian be such a die-hard fan?
The living room carried a vintage Bond-movie aesthetic, but when hidden compartments sprang open—revealing a sleek liquor cabinet, a disguised kitchenette behind blank walls, and a wine cellar with a biometric-secured watch vault—Zhong Ziyan couldn’t help but tap her chin in contemplation.
Dated as some elements were… it was undeniably cool, like stepping into a spy’s safehouse. Living here would feel like being inside an actual espionage thriller.
Most importantly, the house shimmered with subtle golden accents—the door handle, a row of animal figurines above the fireplace, the faucets, even the dining utensils—all crafted from gold. The touches were restrained enough to blend seamlessly with the British decor.
Clearly, the previous owner loved Bond… and gold.
After touring the home’s spy-themed surprises, Zhong Ziyan—who’d both fought alongside and against countless agents—blurted out, "So where’s the armory hidden?"
Manager Chen paused, then replied with professional humor, "Anywhere you’d like. The study has a concealed art gallery behind its walls, accessible only by pulling specific books. That space would make an excellent armory."
Zhong Ziyan sighed. "Too bad about weapons restrictions."
Manager Chen, delighted by her engagement, chuckled before continuing. "This property has only four bedrooms, plus two guest suites and six staff quarters—more than enough for maintenance personnel."
Zhong Ziyan: "…" Of course the servants outnumber the residents.
"Hyde Park’s neighborhood is a global magnet for the ultra-wealthy," Manager Chen added after her half-hour presentation, showing no fatigue. "Whatever you need, expert services are available within a few kilometers. You’ll never have to lift a finger for mundane tasks."
Zhong Ziyan scribbled notes. "How much for this one?"
"Approximately 700 million, though prices may fluctuate soon."
A quick mental calculation told her: despite being a mere townhouse, its price per square meter surpassed even the castle’s!
Wei Hanyun, who’d been quietly amused by her shorthand, suddenly asked, "Which do you prefer—the first or the second?"
"If I had to choose, the second," Zhong Ziyan answered while jotting down details. "Living in the first one, we might go a whole day without crossing paths."
The moment the words left her mouth, she sensed something off and glanced up.
—Wei Hanyun’s trap-question tactic couldn’t possibly mean…
Sure enough, as soon as the thought formed, she heard Wei Hanyun tell Manager Chen calmly, "We’ll take both. Begin negotiations."
Manager Chen, recognizing his intent, smiled and excused herself, leaving the couple alone.
Zhong Ziyan: "…Don’t you already own plenty of properties?"
"But this is the first time I’ve stayed in one place for so long," Wei Hanyun replied with a faint smile. "Besides, as you said—it’s an investment. The castle won’t depreciate; we can keep it."
Zhong Ziyan added to her notes: When the boss buys property, he never settles for just one. Minimum two.
"As for the second one…" Wei Hanyun paused. "Your birthday is coming up."
Zhong Ziyan asked suspiciously, "Is it normal for a billionaire to gift someone a property worth hundreds of millions as a birthday present?"
Wei Hanyun replied with absolute certainty, "Perfectly normal, very common."
Hearing his confident tone, Zhong Ziyan immediately felt relieved of any guilt. "Thank you. The gift is extravagant, but the sentiment behind it is even greater." If money ever gets tight, I can always sell it… or rent it out.
Before leaving, Wei Hanyun excused himself to take a phone call, while Zhong Ziyan discreetly pulled out her phone to search for his birthday.
She had never paid attention to it before.
Preparing a birthday gift that would satisfy a man who casually spent nearly two billion on real estate was no simple task.
Given Wei Hanyun’s standards, what could possibly make him happy when he received it?
Seeing that the date was still a full six months away—at the end of the year—Zhong Ziyan sighed in relief. Plenty of time to think it over.
She put her phone away and took a sip of lemon water, only to frown and slowly set the glass down. Too healthy. What she really wanted was to chug a fizzy soda like there was no tomorrow.
When Wei Hanyun stepped out of the room, Manager Chen was waiting outside, as if she had anticipated his arrival. "Mr. Wei."
"Register everything under her name," Wei Hanyun instructed. "But don’t tell her."
"What about when she signs the documents?"
Wei Hanyun smiled. "She never reads them carefully." She signs so carelessly—doesn’t even worry about being swindled.
"Understood." Manager Chen nodded, then added warmly, "You and Mrs. Wei have such a wonderful relationship."
Many wealthy individuals hoard their riches, reluctant to share even a fraction with those around them.
Wei Hanyun was different. It seemed he would happily pile every luxury he could get his hands on into Zhong Ziyan’s arms—seeing her enjoy them brought him more joy than possessing them himself.
"Some things are more important than money," Wei Hanyun mused, checking the time before turning the doorknob. "Don’t you think?" Like raising a dragon according to its preferences.
Manager Chen smiled knowingly. "Indeed." Like love.
As she escorted them to the door, Manager Chen asked Zhong Ziyan, "Mrs. Wei, do you like gold-colored things?"
"Mm." Zhong Ziyan nodded coolly.
Though she was slightly embarrassed by this preference, she would never show it in public!
"In that case, I know of a specialized service tailored for clients like you. You might find it interesting," Manager Chen said with a smile. "I’ll send the details to Assistant Fang’s email for your review."
"No need for Fang Nan. Just send it directly to me." Zhong Ziyan exchanged contact information and received Manager Chen’s email before they even left.
Inside was an introduction to a service that could plate virtually any inanimate object in gold.
Zhong Ziyan: Such a marvelous thing exists in this world?!
