Chapter 40: Bothered Before Even Meeting Him

The private residence occupies an astonishingly large area, entirely European‑style retro architecture, beautiful and grand, like a castle.

It is said that inside there is also an Artificial Sea, with sand and water all airlifted from abroad.

In short, if the Song Residence cost tens of billions, Yu Yuan's cost runs into several hundreds of billions…

They are in completely different tiers.

Therefore, strictly speaking, setting everything else aside, Nan Gong Madam's title alone is absolutely enticing.

On the phone, Gu Qinghe heard and hurriedly laughed, "Yi Han must have sent someone to pick you up; it seems he has also landed. Yan Yan, you should go quickly."

Song Huan Yan said, "Hmm, okay, goodbye Aunt Gu."

Song Huan Yan handed the phone to Ning Shuyue, grabbed her bag, stood up, and left with the servant.

Nan Gong Yu's car was waiting at the Song Residence Gate.

Song Huan Yan was slightly surprised when she saw it.

He sent not just a single car, but his entire usual convoy.

The drivers and bodyguards lined up in two rows, bowing to her, "Good day, Miss Song."

Song Huan Yan got into the car, fastened her seatbelt, and finally calmed down.

By comparison, even a matchmaking meeting by the Nan Gong family has a different level of splendor.

Gu Qinghe personally called, and the whole convoy came to fetch her.

Moreover, they didn't book a restaurant outside nor go to Nangong Hotel; they went straight to his private residence.

Hosting guests at one's own home always follows the highest standards of etiquette.

It truly gave face to the Song Family and to her, showing ample respect.

The distance from the Song Family to Yu Yuan isn't short, about a two‑hour drive.

Kyoto is huge.

Bored in the car, Song Huan Yan took out her phone to play.

She didn't expect Nan Gong Yu to proactively send her a message.

It was a voice message.

He seems… not to like typing?

Song Huan Yan tapped to open it.

A man's cold voice filled the carriage, "I just left the airport; has the convoy picked you up?"

Song Huan Yan typed back, "Got it, I'm on board."

Nan Gong Yu sent another voice note, his voice still flat and cold, "Alright. If you arrive first, please wait for me a while."

Song Huan Yan replied, "Alright."

He indeed dislikes typing; he always sends voice messages directly.

Song Huan Yan looked at his WeChat avatar, inexplicably feeling a urge to smile.

It wasn't mockery; for the first time she found him rather interesting.

Nan Gong Yu has always given her the impression of being extremely aloof.

Everyone says the Song Family is one of Kyoto's top Aristocratic Families, and the Leng Family as well.

But that ranking completely excludes the Nan Gong Clan, because the Nan Gong Clan isn't even in that list.

Nan Gong Yu is a legend.

The legendary man even uses such an avatar… the contrast cuteness is maxed out, isn't that fascinating?

At that moment, Sang Wan and Tang Chenge posted messages in the group.

Tang Chenge asked, "Yan Yan, are you meeting Nan Gong Yu tonight for dinner?"

Song Huan Yan replied, "No, it's lunch. I'm already heading to his private residence now."

The two looked a bit surprised.

Sang Wan said, "Lunch? And going to his private residence? That's proper etiquette."

Tang Chenge said, "Looks like he's pretty free today; after lunch, maybe he has time for a movie in the afternoon?"

Song Huan Yan said, "No, after lunch he has to fly out. He's abroad, originally staying there for work, and only flew back for this meal."

Sang Wan and Tang Chenge both exclaimed, "!!!"

Tang Chenge said, "Whoa, that's impressive! This guy is usually untouchable and unapproachable, but who would have thought… he's actually this nice!"

Song Huan Yan couldn't help but chat more, telling them everything she needed to.

Tang Chenge got excited again, "I'm going, this beats Leng Jian Yue that bastard by a hundred streets! That guy only knows how to cause trouble, is both cocky and overbearing, and greasy!"

Sang Wan said nothing.

Song Huan Yan hurriedly @‑mentioned Tang Chenge, "Stay calm. Don't make premature judgments before you know more."

When she first met Leng Jian Yue, he was quite normal, and the impression he gave wasn't bad either.

After chatting for a while, she increasingly felt that one cannot judge solely by the surface; superficial interaction isn't enough.

So she can't now rashly conclude that Nan Gong Yu is definitely good and that this matchmaking will certainly succeed.

Logically, if Leng Jian Yue is already so domineering and strong, how about Nan Gong Yu?

Nan Gong Yu's wealth and status are many tiers above Leng Jian Yue's; if they talk more and deeper, it will eventually show.

Having experienced the failed matchmaking with Leng Jian Yue, Song Huan Yan has become even more cautious.

Moreover, she no longer harbors any hope for romance; since she accepted the Marriage Alliance, she just wants a suitable ally.

Tang Chenge also realized that Sang Wan seemed a bit off on the topic of Leng Jian Yue.

He then said, "Alright, okay, after you finish this meal you'll know."

Song Huan Yan replied, "Hmm. Talk later."

Sang Wan sent an emoji: "Waiting for your good news."

Song Huan Yan also sent an emoji: "Alright."

Then she logged out of WeChat.

Just as she logged out, a call came in.

Looking at the unknown number, Song Huan Yan answered, "Who is this?"

A male voice on the other end said, "Your husband."

Song Huan Yan was stunned for a moment, then flared up, "Mr. Leng, watch your words!"

Leng Jian Yue laughed heartily.

After laughing twice, the line was suddenly cut off.

Leng Jian Yue's smile froze.

Song Huan Yan coldly blacklisted the number, "Psycho!"

She truly regretted the blind date with Leng Jian Yue, which attracted a lunatic who meddled and tangled.

Leng Jian Yue called back, found he was blacklisted, and his complexion immediately darkened.

Song Family Heiress, really impressive; she really thought she could form a marriage alliance with Nan Gong Yu?

He even minded that she had a romantic history, having dated that Phoenix Man for several years—who knows, maybe they even got into bed early.

Could Nan Gong Yu not mind?

She still thinks too highly of men.

Thinking this, Leng Jian Yue tossed his phone onto the table, pointed a finger at the Assistant, "Check which hospital that Phoenix Man is at; we'll go there."

When Song Huan Yan arrived at Yu Yuan, it was exactly noon, 12:00.

Yu Yuan is huge, but its design is very logical; the entrance is a garden, very beautiful.

The residence isn't far from the main gate; you can drive, and walking won't take long.

Even larger and more spacious is the area behind the residence: a golf course, a helipad, a horse ranch, an Artificial Sea, etc.

The convoy drove straight to the Main Hall entrance; a bodyguard got out and opened the car for Song Huan Yan, "Miss Song, please."

Song Huan Yan stepped out of the car; a row of servants stood at the Main Hall entrance.

Leading them were two people, a man and a woman.

The two saw Song Huan Yan lift her steps and move forward.

The man introduced himself, "Miss Song, hello, I am the Lord's Assistant, named Meng Zhangfeng; you may call me Changfeng or Little Meng."

Song Huan Yan nodded, "Hello."

The woman also introduced herself, "Miss Song, hello, I am the Lord's personal secretary, my name is Chu Yue."

Song Huan Yan looked at Chu Yue, her lips slightly pursed, "Alright."

This woman seems a bit extraordinary.

Meng Zhangfeng was very respectful toward her, using honorifics.

But Chu Yue did not.

Meng Zhangfeng bowed and gestured, "Miss Song, please, the Lord has just arrived, a few minutes earlier than you."

"Mm." Song Huan Yan nodded and lifted her step to go.

The two followed behind her.

Chu Yue suddenly said, "I still thought Miss Song would arrive early; the distance from the airport to Yu Yuan is even farther than from the Song Family, yet we rushed a thousand times and still arrived early. The Lord never likes to wait for people; I wonder whether Miss Song was delayed by something, or deliberately let the convoy go slowly to show her own greater nobility?"