"Conditions?"
Lin Mo held the property deed in her hand as she sat down calmly and asked, "What conditions?"
Was he going to ask for money?
That would be fine.
After all, she had helped him, though Jin Yang could’ve easily found a temporary translator today.
This villa, even after a price drop, was still worth tens of millions.
Her help today definitely wasn’t worth that much.
Luckily, Zhao Ziling had just transferred her 100 million, still sitting in her bank account.
No need to panic!
Xie Guanyan also took a seat on the sofa.
Sang Biao glanced at him, then at Lin Mo.
In the end, the cat only meowed at him without rubbing against him.
It seemed Sang Biao had already sensed who the real master of the house was now.
Still, Xie Guanyan reached out and stroked Sang Biao’s head gently before stating his request in a mild tone.
"I still want to live here."
Lin Mo froze for a second.
It hadn’t even crossed her mind to make Xie Guanyan move out after becoming the owner of the house.
Even if she didn’t like him, she’d still let him stay—he was used to living here, after all.
Besides, he was an ideal roommate.
Handsome, clean, emotionally stable, and an excellent cook!
And right now, the situation was that she actually liked Xie Guanyan.
How wonderful would it be to see the person she loved every day? There was no way she’d make him leave.
"No problem with that," Lin Mo said with a smile.
Xie Guanyan’s deep, dark eyes lingered on the girl’s delicate, pretty face.
He didn’t voice his second thought.
"I mean, forever."
He didn’t want to scare her.
He knew Lin Mo was kind—she probably wouldn’t kick him out unless he moved on his own.
But what if she started dating, got married, or had children later?
Even then, he wouldn’t leave.
He wanted to be able to see her forever!
After his failed attempt to fly to Europe,
he knew he could never distance himself too far from her again.
If it really came to that, he might step back to avoid putting her in an awkward position.
But deep down, he’d still want to stay.
Even if it meant unbearable pain, he’d endure it.
After experiencing the agony of losing her once, nothing else felt as painful.
"Alright, I can pay rent. I’ll also cover the salaries of the housekeeper and staff," he said, his voice calm despite the storm inside.
Lin Mo grinned. "No need for rent! Let’s split the staff salaries—I use their services too."
Xie Guanyan nodded. "Fine. You’re the master of the house—your call."
Master of the house?
Lin Mo felt a little thrill at the phrase.
It almost sounded like she and Xie Guanyan were already a couple.
Seeing the joy in her eyes, Xie Guanyan’s lips curved into a genuine smile.
"Let me know when you’re free, and we’ll go finalize the transfer."
Lin Mo’s grin stretched ear to ear. "Yay!"
Too excited to stay still, she didn’t linger downstairs for long.
She was afraid she might do something reckless.
Her plans had been disrupted.
Now she had to rethink everything!
Clutching the red property deed, Lin Mo dashed upstairs with a spring in her step.
Back in her bedroom, she flopped onto the bed, rolling around in delight.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA—hehehehe—GAHAHAHAHA—"
Her phone, tossed onto the bed, buzzed repeatedly.
Lin Mo grabbed it.
Zhao Ziling had sent her messages.
[Here are the photos I took of you and Xie Guanyan—edited! Take a look!]
[Honestly, you two barely needed any touch-ups. Just adjusted the lighting. You’re both so good-looking it’s unfair.]
Lin Mo eagerly opened each photo.
There was one from the KTV—Xie Guanyan lifting her effortlessly with one arm.
Another from their teacher’s birthday banquet—her leading him by the hand toward the dance floor.
And several of them dancing together.
Every single shot was stunning.
Lin Mo grinned so wide her cheeks hurt. [These are AMAZING! I love them!]
Zhao Ziling: [Of course! I’m a professional!]
Lin Mo saved all the photos to her album, then snapped a picture of the property deed and sent it to Zhao Ziling.
[Xie Guanyan gave me the villa! Now I never have to worry about him kicking me out!]
She also sent it to Shen Yihan.
[The villa’s mine now. HAHAHAHA.]
Zhao Ziling sat bolt upright in bed, her silk nightgown strap slipping off her shoulder.
[HOLY SHT! And you still think he doesn’t like you?! This is LOVE, girl!]
Lin Mo stayed level-headed. [Not exactly. Something happened today—let me call you.]
Zhao Ziling, ever the gossip enthusiast, called immediately.
Lin Mo summarized the day’s events.
Zhao Ziling stroked her chin. "So that’s how it went."
Lin Mo puffed up proudly. "I earned this villa fair and square!"
Zhao Ziling’s face broke into a knowing smirk. "Now you can confess to him! What’s your plan?"
Lin Mo’s head spun, her heartbeat accelerating.
"The monthly exams are coming up. I’ll wait till after that to prepare properly."
"Until then, I need to figure out if he feels anything beyond friendship for me. If there’s zero hint, I won’t confess—no point making things awkward."
"But if there’s even a chance, I’ll go all out. This is my first time liking someone—I’ll give it everything I’ve got!"
That was Lin Mo’s way—either go big or don’t bother.
Zhao Ziling was hyped. "DAMN! Now I’m too pumped to sleep!"
Lin Mo cackled. "Read some smut then! Guaranteed to knock you out!"
Zhao Ziling laughed. "True! It’s been ages. Oh, I bought a new toy—super fun. Want me to order one for you?"
Pleasuring oneself was nothing to be ashamed of.
Lin Mo smirked. "Hell yes!"
Zhao Ziling cringed at the memory. "That rainbow dldo got left behind. No idea where it is now—probably shredded by Huo Tingshen."
She could just imagine the look on that conservative man’s face when he saw it.
After a bit more chatter, they hung up.
Lin Mo noticed Shen Yihan’s reply.
[Mr. Xie gave it to you?]
Lin Mo blinked. [How’d you guess?]
Shen Yihan, about to sleep, twisted the Buddhist beads around his wrist. [Just a hunch.]
It made sense.
If Mr. Xie was that into her, gifting a villa wasn’t surprising.
Lin Mo replied: [You’re sharp.]
Shen Yihan’s chest tightened.
Mr. Xie was being more obvious by the day, and Lin Mo seemed completely smitten.
If they started dating soon,
Third Brother would lose his mind when he came back!
Speaking of which—
Lin Mo messaged: [When’s Third Brother returning? Online rumors say his tour’s wrapping up.]
Exiting the chat, Shen Yihan opened Shen Sizhan’s messages.
No reply since his last text.
Shen Yihan sighed and typed: [Second Brother apologizes for ignoring you. When’s your flight back? Let’s arrange a welcome.]
A reply came seconds later.
Shen Sizhan: "Master, this devotee will return next Sunday."
