The silver-gray Rolls-Royce glided along the mountain road.
Jin Yang, no longer wearing his earlier worried expression, whistled cheerfully.
Happy days—his salary was about to go up!
As the executive assistant of SS Capital, he was fluent in four languages.
Otherwise, how could he command an annual salary in the millions?
The boss must have had his reasons for pulling this move; Jin Yang just needed to give it his all.
This deal was indeed a massive, multi-billion-dollar collaboration—extremely important.
He had initially been a little concerned about Lin Mo’s translation skills.
But her performance had pleasantly surprised him.
Some phrases even took him a moment to process.
But Lin Mo didn’t hesitate.
After the meeting, he’d asked her how she’d learned French so well.
She said she’d attended international schools from kindergarten through middle school.
Her parents had also frequently taken her on extended stays around the world.
They immersed her in local communities, encouraged her to communicate with residents, and showed her the places she’d only read about in books.
Jin Yang came from an ordinary family—he hadn’t traveled abroad until college.
Suddenly, he understood why Lin Mo could translate so swiftly and accurately.
His language skills were textbook-perfect but rarely put to practical use.
Lin Mo was different—she’d learned through real-world interaction.
Her parents had nurtured her, both materially and intellectually, from a young age.
Of course, her innate intelligence and learning ability were the real game-changers.
She was truly remarkable!
No wonder Xie Guanyan was utterly smitten with her!
Before, he couldn’t imagine what kind of woman could stand beside the incomparably brilliant, untouchable Xie Guanyan.
Now, he had a face to match the idea.
In fact, when Lin Mo stood next to Xie Guanyan, she was the one who drew attention first.
Only afterward would people notice Xie Guanyan and think—ah, he’s worthy of her.
He didn’t know why, but that was the unspoken vibe.
Only Xie Guanyan knew the reason.
All his confidence seemed to waver whenever he stood next to Lin Mo.
Now, holding the property deed in his hands, Xie Guanyan’s breath hitched slightly.
After all this time, he’d finally found the perfect, justifiable reason to give her the house.
This way, she’d feel secure.
Lin Mo was still seated on the sofa, not having had time to stand up.
His words reached her ears, leaving her momentarily stunned.
She’d always been a person with a strong sense of security growing up.
Her parents loved her; her three younger brothers adored her.
But then her parents passed away, her brothers were too young, and her uncle began circling like a vulture.
That was when her survival instincts kicked in.
A lingering sense of insecurity took root.
Her parents had protected her, but not to the point of coddling.
They’d deliberately raised her to be adaptable—gentle yet capable of competing with men for resources and territory.
But even they hadn’t prepared her to shoulder the blow of losing both parents at fourteen.
Deep down, she knew why she struggled with insomnia.
It had started after her parents’ deaths.
She needed this place—where she’d grown up surrounded by their love—to feel safe again.
That was why she could only sleep soundly here.
She still wasn’t strong enough.
She still craved her parents’ protection, which had become symbolically tied to this villa.
But life was unpredictable.
Her second brother, out of necessity, had sold the villa—and by chance, it ended up in Xie Guanyan’s hands.
Back then, she understood why Xie Guanyan refused to sell it to her.
Why should he sacrifice his own comfort for her sake?
So when he offered to rent her a room instead, she’d been genuinely grateful.
After that, she’d stopped dreaming of reclaiming the villa.
She pinned her hopes on therapy—maybe a psychologist could cure her.
The previous one hadn’t succeeded.
But science advanced, and so did psychology.
Maybe now, there was a chance.
Xie Guanyan was a good man, treating her—his tenant—with respect.
Yet, living under someone else’s roof never sat right with her.
Especially after learning how Xie Guanyan kept admirers at arm’s length.
And she… she was in love with him.
That discomfort had reached its peak.
She desperately needed to overcome her insomnia, to regain full control of her life.
To freely express her feelings for Xie Guanyan.
Even if he told her to get lost, it wouldn’t matter.
She could kick him first, then roll away with dignity.
Last night, she’d texted the so-called "Buddha of Beijing’s elite circle."
He’d replied.
The psychologist would return to China in two weeks—an appointment already booked for her.
She exhaled in relief.
Treatment didn’t guarantee a cure, but at least there was hope.
And now, in this very moment—
Xie Guanyan was holding out the villa’s deed to her.
Offering to give it to her.
Happiness struck like lightning; Lin Mo’s heart pounded violently.
Which meant… from now on, she’d be the owner here.
If Xie Guanyan didn’t want her, he’d be the one leaving.
The beautiful man stood before her now.
His shadow, cast by the lamplight, enveloped her completely.
A single glance upward brought her face-to-face with that teasing, sensual tea-colored mole on the bridge of his nose.
Her already racing heart kicked into overdrive.
Of all the ways to show gratitude, Xie Guanyan had chosen the one she needed most.
His gifts always struck the perfect chord.
How could a man be this thoughtful?
She hadn’t fallen for the wrong person!
No hesitation, no coyness.
What she wanted, she seized without delay.
Lin Mo’s slender, pale fingers reached out, grasping the crimson deed, her eyes alight with joy. "Thank you. I love this gift."
Pure bliss!
No rush to see that psychologist now.
Yet—she didn’t successfully take the deed.
Xie Guanyan’s elegantly defined fingers still held it firmly, refusing to let go.
Lin Mo’s peach-blossom eyes widened. "You… you’re not backing out, are you? No take-backs!"
She tugged harder.
And successfully wrested it from his grip.
Even though she knew the deed was merely symbolic—official transfer required a trip to the property bureau—
She wouldn’t allow him to change his mind.
At her core, she was a force to be reckoned with.
Rising to her feet, she channeled her inner CEO: "Listen well, man! This house is mine now!"
Xie Guanyan burst into laughter.
A low, velvety chuckle escaped his throat, rippling through the air.
Lin Mo flushed briefly but doubled down. "No regrets allowed!"
Tonight, the maid was off-duty.
The villa had returned to its usual state—just the two of them.
Watching the lovely girl assert herself so boldly, Xie Guanyan found it inexplicably… pleasing.
He’d never seen this side of her before.
She was usually the picture of composure and consideration.
Xie Guanyan smiled warmly. "I’m not backing out."
Lin Mo narrowed her eyes. "Then why wouldn’t you let go?"
Adjusting his glasses with a single finger, his voice was smooth as silk. "I have one condition."
