Chapter 62: The World's Only

The point is, there's also an unlimited Black Gold Card.

This Black Gold Card is the only one in the world.

Only one.

Only the one ranked first worldwide on Forbes, with assets massive enough to be influential, can own it.

It is said this card can purchase an entire city; it is a symbol of absolute status.

Besides these, there is also an overseas tourist island.

That island is already highly developed and mature, with annual revenue exceeding tens of billions of dollars.

It is managed uniformly by the Yu Huang Group's tourism department.

Giving it to the Song Family means they need do nothing, just collect money while lying down each year.

Each item, reported one by one, shocks the Song family and slaps Song Qicheng in the face.

It makes him feel very inferior.

Frankly, he is only an adopted son; all the splendor he now has was given by the Song Family.

And every thing Nan Gong Yu gives is something he created himself.

Each was carefully considered, not given haphazardly.

Every city has houses and shops, yachts and private jets are also very useful, plus that one-of-a-kind card and the island that yields money while lying down.

Antique calligraphy, paintings, and jewelry are just extras.

After the butler finished reporting, Ning Shuyue said to Gu Qinghe, "This is too many and too valuable, Qing He; actually our two families don't need... to be so overly particular."

Song Huaiguo also looked at Nangong Ren and said, "Yes."

Gu Qinghe smiled, "It's not our intention; it's Yi Han's intention."

That moment left the Song parents at a loss for words.

Song Huaiguo could only say, "Yi Han is truly a rare good child. It's a blessing for our Yan Yan, and also she has reached up to him."

Song Huan Yan, for the first time, somewhat agreed with Song Huaiguo's words, "... somewhat reaching up."

This man is so good it makes one's hair stand on end.

Gu Qinghe pursed her lips and laughed, "Look at how you speak. Yan Yan is not the one reaching up; it's Yi Han who is reaching up. He's so old and always busy with little time; Yan Yan agreeing to marry down to him is his blessing!"

Gu Qinghe's words made Song Huan Yan feel almost "without a place to hide", and she hurriedly said, "Mom, no."

Gu Qinghe beamed even wider and added, "By the way, Yi Han said this island should be renamed after Yan Yan, called Huan Yan Island."

Song Huan Yan's eyes widened slightly.

Song Huaiguo, also surprised, said, "Renaming an already mature tourist island is not an easy task; it's quite troublesome."

Nangong Ren said, "No problem. Let Yi Han handle it."

Song Huaiguo could only nod, truly at a loss for words.

Beside them, Song Qicheng's complexion grew even worse.

Nangong Ren added, "By the way, there's also a contract."

Song Huaiguo, "Contract?"

Nangong Ren nodded, flicked his fingers, and the butler handed over a document.

Nangong Ren opened the document, "This is the contract for the Song Clan's merger into Yu Huang."

Song Huaiguo was surprised, "Merger?"

Nangong Ren nodded, "Being protected by Yu Huang grants priority access to all Yu Huang resources and platforms, but the Song Clan remains completely independent, and thus its income is also entirely independent."

Those words left Song Huaiguo dazed for a while.

It was Ning Shuyue shaking his hand that finally brought Song Huaiguo back to his senses.

Realizing his lapse, Song Huaiguo felt a bit embarrassed.

But more than anything, he was ecstatic, saying, "In the industry, there's never been such a precedent!"

Gu Qinghe laughed, "This is also Yi Han's intention. Since we're all family, these are expected."

"Right, right, right," Nangong Ren echoed, laughing, "If there's no such precedent, then let him set one."

Song Huaiguo could only nod repeatedly, "Alright, alright, oh my, Yi Han is truly thoughtful!"

He couldn't say anything else, shocked to the point of being speechless.

Song Huan Yan sat quietly beside them, yet her heart was a stormy sea.

Song Qicheng's face turned ashen.

Meanwhile, Ning Shuyue said, "Qicheng, why are you still dazed? Quickly inventory your sister's dowry and store it."

Ning Shuyue, still unaware of Song Qicheng's thoughts, assumed he was the family's eldest son, so naturally he should do these things.

It's a rule, and also decorous.

Song Qicheng stood up.

The Old Mansion butler stepped forward, bowing respectfully, "President Song, I'll hand over to you."

Song Qicheng took a deep breath, striving to stay dignified, "Alright, Uncle Jiu, thank you for your hard work."

Uncle Jiu laughed, "No need to be polite. Our Eldest Young Master's wish is that the Black Gold Card, the villa, and the jewelry go to the Young Madam. The rest belongs to the Song Family."

Uncle Jiu smiled broadly, but Song Qicheng's complexion grew even darker, his heart feeling as if crushed by a pair of huge hands.

That island yields massive annual profits, the point being money comes in while lying down.

Yet it goes straight to the Song Family.

And those shops and office buildings also become the Song Family's assets.

It was Nan Gong Yu's way of thanking Song Father and Song Mother for their foster care of Song Huan Yan.

As a formally adopted son, he rightfully can enjoy these assets.

As for how Song's father and mother will be allocated in the will later, that is a matter for the future.

When the two elders are still alive, since these assets have already been given to the Song Family, Song Qicheng also legally enjoys the rights of enjoyment, disposition, and inheritance.

A legally adopted son and a biological son enjoy the same inheritance rights and support obligations.

In other words, Nan Gong Yu slammed money onto his face.

That's not a slap to his face.

It is… Punishing the Heart.

But he can only endure it.

Song Qicheng lowered his eyelids, "Understood, Uncle Jiu, please follow me."

The antiques and calligraphy still need to be inventoried and stored.

"Alright." Uncle Jiu nodded, "Please wait a moment."

Then he turned his gaze to Song Huan Yan, bowed his waist, lowered his head, and respectfully presented the Black Gold Card with both hands, "Young Madam, please take it."

Song Huan Yan slowly extended her hand to take the card, "Alright."

In fact, she felt her palm heating up.

The only one in the world.

What does that mean?

Song Qicheng glanced at her and knew she was equally stunned.

Perhaps she was also deeply moved?

So… does she love Nan Gong Yu?

"There's also this." Uncle Jiu handed over a document with both hands, "These are properties; Young Madam needs to sign here to receive them."

"Alright." Song Huan Yan took the document and the pen Uncle Jiu handed over to sign.

When signing, the pen tip trembled slightly at first.

After Song Huan Yan finished signing, Uncle Jiu took the document, glanced at it, and said with a smile, "It's done; these properties will soon be fully transferred to Young Madam's name."

Song Huan Yan pursed her lips, "Hmm."

Uncle Jiu looked at Song Qicheng, "President Song, please."

Song Qicheng regained his composure, "Alright, Uncle Jiu, this way please."

The two of them left.

Song's father and mother continued chatting with the two members of the Nan Gong family; this Betrothal Gifts requires the Song Family to receive the assets, and also needs Song Huaiguo and Ning Shuyue to sign together.

Song Huan Yan always thought she was sufficiently steady, but now she could no longer stay calm.

She put the card into her bag, took out her phone, and messaged Nan Gong Yu, "Lord Yu, the Betrothal Gifts… are really too many. I… feel a bit unworthy of receiving them."

Mainly because they are too valuable.

She crafted the message for a while before sending it.

But Nan Gong Yu didn't reply instantly; perhaps he was busy.

Song Huan Yan put the phone back into her bag, and at that moment the Yu Garden steward Liu Uncle also arrived.

First he greeted Nangong Ren and Gu Qinghe, and after Song's father and mother had exchanged greetings, he respectfully said to Song Huan Yan, "Young Madam, Lord Yu has asked me to pick you up. Your daily clothing, shoes and other necessities have all been prepared over at Yu Garden today. Take a look at what you need to pack, and I'll send someone to help you."

Song Huan Yan replied, "Oh, I don't have many things; I can take them myself."

"Alright." Liu Uncle nodded.

Gu Qinghe smiled, "Yi Han is taking you to stay at Yu Garden?"

For some reason, Song Huan Yan's face inexplicably flushed, and she nodded, "Yes."

Gu Qinghe's smile widened, "Then hurry and pack. Once Yi Han finishes his current tasks, he should be back soon."

Song Huan Yan stood up, feeling her face even hotter, and said, "Alright, I'll go pack first."

When she reached the Bedroom, Song Huan Yan sat on the edge of the bed, let out a sigh, and then steadied herself slightly.

She glanced at her phone; Nan Gong Yu still hadn't replied.

Song Huan Yan then began sorting what to bring.

She only took the 'Star River Into Dream' and a few pieces of jewelry she liked very much.

She also took a humanoid pillow she has always hugged while sleeping.

Come to think of it… she felt a bit embarrassed about the pillow.

It's huge, about half a person's height.

It's a very cute anime character.

She's used to hugging it; without it she can't sleep well.

When she goes to sleep while hugging it, Song Huan Yan really feels a bit embarrassed.

Liu Uncle was waiting downstairs to receive her; seeing her holding it in one hand and carrying it in the other, he hurried forward to take it.

Song Huan Yan's face turned slightly red.

It was even funnier that the over‑fifty‑year‑old Liu Uncle was holding that pillow.

Coincidentally, Liu Uncle also carried it over and solemnly greeted Nangong Ren and the others, saying he would first deliver these back to Yu Garden.

Song Huan Yan also stepped forward; Ning Shuyue told her, and then she understood.

It turned out Gu Qinghe had arranged a dinner at a hotel, and all the Song family members were to go together; Nan Gong Yu's younger brother and sister would also attend.

Therefore Liu Uncle would wait for her to finish dinner before meeting her at the hotel.

In other words, today's betrothal ceremony, except for Nan Gong Yu's absence, is otherwise quite formal.

On the way to the hotel, Song Huan Yan received Nan Gong Yu's reply.

His cool voice carried a hint of softness, just two words: "Not many."

Nothing else was said.

Song Huan Yan knew that this topic should end here.

This topic was meant to be touched upon only briefly.

Saying more would only be harmful; once both sides expressed their intentions clearly, they understood each other.

Song Huan Yan replied, "Alright, I understand."

Nan Gong Yu said nothing further.

Perhaps he was busy again.

Upon entering the hotel's VIP private room, Nan Gong Yu's younger brother and sister were already inside.

Seeing them arrive, he stood up and greeted each of them.

Nan Gong Yu's younger brother and sister were also top‑tier in looks.

The younger brother was named Nan Gong Jue, courtesy name Yicheng, and was the same age as Song Huan Yan.

He spoke gently, like a courteous gentleman.

He gave off the aura of an exceedingly noble, graceful young master.

In stark contrast to Nan Gong Yu's cool composure, regal aura, they were worlds apart.

Yet the two brothers shared some similarity in their brows and eyes.

However, Nan Gong Jue did not wear glasses.

He lacked a certain sharp, restrained austerity, and had a bit more clear elegance.

The sister, Nan Gong Lin, courtesy name Yimeng, was still a senior in university, lively and playful, beautiful and cute.

When the two looked at Song Huan Yan, their gazes were very curious.

They politely greeted Song Huan Yan, "Hello, sister‑in‑law."

Song Huan Yan gave a slight smile and nodded, "Hello to you."

Then the two families took their seats and ate together in a lively bustle.

When they had eaten almost everything, Song Huan Yan's phone rang.

She took it out and saw that the call was from Nan Gong Yu.