Chapter 465: Not Mind This Much

That day, Fang Hong, Liu Tianxian, Xu Liyun, and Liu Xiaoli drove to the Shunyi Villa District to look at houses.

They were viewing a wedding home, preparing for marriage.

After all, a newly married couple needed a new home; their previous residence was just an old house, unsuitable.

Today happened to be sunny and mild, though somewhat hot, as it was mid-June, with temperatures around 30 degrees.

The car stopped before a villa gate resembling a castle—it was Liu Tianxian's choice; she had a fairy-tale fantasy and wanted her home to feel like a storybook.

Liu Tianxian wore simple clothes: a white T-shirt and jeans.

After getting out, she put on a baseball cap and sunglasses, slung her bag over her shoulder, and linked arms with Fang Hong, who also wore short sleeves, both exposing their arms.

Yet Fang Hong was puzzled: "Aren't you already owning a villa in this area? Why buy another?"

The large iron gate was open; they walked inside, entering directly into a vast landscaped lake with fountains and sculptures, exuding strong artistic appeal.

A villa worth over a hundred million must be paid in installments!

"This villa boasts beautiful surroundings, complete facilities, and a tranquil environment," the manager introduced.

"Think about it—I've owned that house for two years, lived in it rent-free, and enjoyed it. Didn't I profit?" Liu Tianxian laughed.

The idea of installments nearly made him collapse—if paid in installments, it would be only a few tens of millions.

Xu Liyun couldn't interject; every word spoken was in the tens or hundreds of millions—how could she possibly join in?

"I'll have a baby soon, and my mom will come to live too—we'll be a big family, so we definitely need a bigger house," Liu Tianxian said gently.

"Then what did you profit from?" Fang Hong was utterly confused.

"No, no," Liu Xiaoli waved her hands repeatedly.

"It's not thirty thousand, is it?" Fang Hong's tone held disbelief.

"Not bad," Fang Hong said.

"Yes, yes, I never said you lost," Fang Hong spread his hands.

Liu Tianxian shook her head, indicating it wasn't that.

Hearing this, Liu Xiaoli pulled Fang Hong aside; the manager understood they needed to discuss and didn't eavesdrop, stepping back to wait quietly.

"Understand now? I actually profited," Liu Tianxian said proudly.

The return was rather low—only this much increase over two years; after all, it was a villa, and the market was surging now.

"Even if I sold it, I'd still profit," Liu Tianxian said.

Villas are all remote, poorly connected by transport, hard to clean, and require expensive maintenance—only the truly wealthy would live in them.

"You… seem to have profited."

"You needn't worry—I haven't bought anything for Xixi these years. Buying this house as our shared home is exactly what I should do. If I can't even afford this small house, how can I guarantee her happiness? Life is fundamentally material," Fang Hong said again.

"Madam, if you're going to live, live well—don't deprive yourself. Later, you can grow more vegetables here, keep more pets; with more people, more space will be much better," Liu Tianxian said.

As they toured, they examined every bedroom, bathroom, upstairs and downstairs; then they split up, mainly because the house was so large it took half a day to walk through.

Around the landscaped lake lay green lawns, with a path leading to the villa, both sides lined entirely with green grass and trees.

"I'm not unwilling—my startup is just different from yours," Fang Hong said.

They chatted and laughed as they entered the villa; the manager continued the tour, starting with the spacious foyer: dark-patterned porcelain tiles, milk-yellow latex-painted walls, and warm yellow lighting creating a naturally warm, soft atmosphere.

This was a mother's mindset—completely different from before, now considering things from their perspective.

"You want installments?" The manager was astonished—such a big boss wanted installments? The title "Principal" was legendary; just that name alone was worth hundreds of millions, wasn't it?

She knew this house was paid for by her son; seeing how much grander and more luxurious it was than her own, she felt a pang of sorrow.

"What's wrong?" Fang Hong turned, puzzled.

Entering the living room, the space was exceptionally open: white walls, continuous porcelain flooring, and enormous floor-to-ceiling windows letting in sunlight.

Meanwhile, Fang Hong, Liu Xiaoli, and the manager had reached the back terrace, where a vast lawn stretched—equivalent to a soccer field.

In truth, whether the house was large or small meant little to him; he wasn't particular.

After all, his daughter was about to marry; soon they'd be one family. The best outcome was for them to live well, without pressure.

The total cost including all fees and taxes would reach 180 million.

"Possible. Thirty percent," the manager said.

"Yes," Fang Hong nodded.

Xu Liyun seized an opportunity to pull Liu Tianxian aside and whispered: "Xixi, isn't this house too luxurious, too big?"

Xu Liyun placed her hand on her forehead, staring in astonishment at the castle-like villa—bigger and more luxurious than her own.

Entering here felt like stepping into a palace: bright, spacious, and opulent.

Liu Tianxian smiled broadly—she was certainly satisfied.

"Pfft!" Liu Xiaoli couldn't hold back and spat out her water.

As long as it didn't drop in value, even a slight loss was fine—just the agent's fee, no big deal; for Liu Tianxian's social class, tens of millions meant nothing.

"How much did you profit?" Fang Hong asked; property prices rose daily.

"Startups fail, investments fail—it's the same principle," Liu Tianxian said as if it were obvious.

Liu Tianxian bought this house merely to lock in her wealth and secure her future—not to profit from it. Besides Beijing, she owned large apartments in Wuhan and Shanghai.

She then bowed politely to the two middle-aged women, showing great respect—they were the patrons.

"Not yet," Liu Tianxian shook her head.

Fang Hong asked: "How big is the whole house?"

Hearing about the baby, Xu Liyun glanced at her belly and whispered mysteriously: "Are you pregnant?"

Both mothers wore floral dresses, but Xu Liyun's demeanor was plain, while Liu Xiaoli's was elegant.

Aside from Liu Tianxian, everyone else gazed at the villa's interior in awe—it could be described as gilded splendor; even the chandeliers sparkled gold.

Villas are largely similar—externally all are luxurious and beautiful; as long as the structure is sound, the rest doesn't matter much.

"You said it," Liu Tianxian said. Fang Hong whispered beside her ear: "Your mom said it—go find your mom." "No, guess again," Liu Tianxian teased.

"What, a loss?" Fang Hong blinked in surprise. This was just too much—wasn't property price skyrocketing? Liu Tianxian couldn't help laughing beside him, clearly delighted—how could someone be so happy about losing money?

A well-dressed professional manager spotted this family, his eyes lighting up as he stepped forward to greet them: "Miss Liu, Mr. Fang, welcome."

He had helped sell Liu Tianxian's previous house, so he knew the details well.

"No problem. Didn't you hear Tianxian? I can afford to lose billions easily—this amount means nothing to me. It's not even money to me," Fang Hong declared with arrogance.

Liu Tianxian playfully held up three fingers, signaling him to guess.

"Of course, Miss Liu, Mr. Fang, this way please," the manager gestured inward.

Liu Xiaoli asked: "Xiao Fang, I heard from Xixi that you paid for this house? Can we put both our names on it?"

"Yes, can it be done?" Fang Hong asked as if it were nothing.

"That one was too small, so we sold it. This one is big," Liu Tianxian smiled faintly.

He didn't mind her laughter—it was as bright as a flower.

Besides, telling her son wouldn't help—this kind of matter was still Liu Tianxian's decision.

It seemed Liu Tianxian had truly put thought into this! The terrain here was open, with beautiful scenery and a gentle breeze—pure enjoyment.

"What's wrong? You don't blink when you lose billions, but you won't let me lose a few hundred thousand?" Liu Tianxian looked at him.

Since he was this impressive, this rich, Liu Xiaoli said nothing—what she said would be redundant.

"Can you do installments?" Fang Hong turned to ask the manager.

"That won't do. This is the man's duty to pay. If she pays, won't I look like a kept man? How embarrassing," Fang Hong said.

"She lost thirty thousand—she sold it almost at cost to someone else," Liu Xiaoli said.

Fang Hong understood: in simple terms, it was about holding onto wealth—fine by him.

"Not three million?" Fang Hong assumed it must be—after all, it was a Villa.

"Nonsense," Liu Xiaoli said.

Money depreciates fast. The purchasing power ten years ago was nothing like today's. A Villa locks money in place.

That's the size of four soccer fields. Fang Hong asked again: "What's the price? How much?"

Liu Tianxian shook her head again—no.

"Take us inside and show us," Liu Tianxian signaled.

It was normal—these days, she could earn millions just by stepping out. It was just a matter of whether she wanted to.

"One hundred seventy million!" the manager said.

"Oh, I see," Liu Xiaoli understood.

It was too luxurious—but she said nothing.

"Sixteen thousand seven hundred square meters," the manager replied.

"Hmm, I know."

"You've misunderstood Miss Liu. Villas have limited appreciation potential—they can't be flipped like regular houses. Villas have a smaller market, bought only by a few wealthy people, so they're hard to appreciate. Without a broad buyer base, just holding value and avoiding depreciation is already good," the manager explained.

"Let Xixi chip in too—share the burden," Liu Xiaoli suggested.

Seeing the deal settled, the group walked toward the house to find Liu Tianxian and Xu Liyun.

"Understood," the manager replied, though inside he was baffled—could the Principal really be this poor?

Fang Hong didn't know what to say, but fortunately, it was only a loss of a few hundred thousand—not a big deal.

"Too many people?" Xu Liyun didn't understand.

Liu Tianxian wrinkled her nose at her mother and ignored her.

Liu Tianxian said nothing—it was her son's fault for not acting fast.

Liu Xiaoli nodded. It made sense—if a man couldn't even buy his daughter a house, he couldn't give her the happiness she deserved.

"You bought it barely two years ago, and now you're selling? You're so capricious," Fang Hong said.

"What profit? She lost thirty thousand," Liu Xiaoli couldn't take it anymore.

She said nothing, signaling agreement, then opened a bottle of mineral water and took a sip.

"Three hundred million?" Fang Hong guessed.

If you buy a Villa, don't think of it as a financial speculation tool. Either live in it yourself, or keep it as a savings vessel.

"Get lost—I'm only calling you," Liu Tianxian punched him lightly with her tiny fist. She wouldn't dare call her mom—that was asking for a beating.

This vast green lawn could host soccer or golf—luxurious, yes, but the environment was comforting.

She'd just heard her son-in-law bragging so wildly—"doesn't care about this," "just a small house," "hundreds of millions"—she'd been completely dazzled, assuming he'd pay in full without hesitation.

"Who cares about face? I'm just thinking—you're in business, you must be short on cash. Share the cost—you'll have less pressure," Liu Xiaoli was surprisingly understanding.

"Thirty million?" Fang Hong guessed again.

"Not bad. If you're satisfied, I'm fine," Fang Hong glanced and said.

"Then let's go find Liu Tianxian. If she has no issues, you'll arrange installments for us," Fang Hong said.

Liu Tianxian looked around and said: "Not bad!"

"What do you think?" Liu Tianxian asked Fang Hong.

"Then you'd better hurry. This age is best for having children—older, it gets harder," Xu Liyun dropped the house issue and focused on grandchildren.

On the way, Liu Xiaoli couldn't help asking: "Xiao Fang, didn't you just say you didn't care about this? Why are you doing installments?"

"I figured—keeping money in my own hands feels safer and more flexible. It lets me do more things. There's no point spending it all at once—it doesn't make sense for me," Fang Hong explained seriously.

"Oh, I see."

Liu Xiaoli took his words as truth.

(End of Chapter)