Chapter 846: Little Greedy Cat

From 1:30 p. m. onward viewing houses, to 3:30 p. m. paying the deposit, it took only two hours total.

All that remains is for the agent to draft the contract and schedule a time for signing and payment.

To the vast majority of ordinary people, Li Luo's speed in viewing and buying a house was nothing short of miraculous.

This wasn't because they were naturally more carefree than ordinary people, but simply because their greater financial freedom granted them more choices.

Li Luo, who had lived until thirty-five still trapped in financial hardship in his past life, understood this better than anyone.

Now reborn, because he still carried the soul imprint of his past life, he had not developed any wasteful habits of spending recklessly, but when large expenditures were necessary, he never hesitated.

Save where you should, spend where you must.

What matters is enjoying life.

Didn't heaven give him a second chance precisely so he could do this?

"We've seen the house, and it's still early." Lin Xiuhong turned to Cui Suling and Yuan Wanqing and asked, "Do you two have time this afternoon? Why not come over to our place for a game of mahjong? Stay for dinner too."

Cui Suling had no objections and nodded with a smile.

Yuan Wanqing hesitated slightly, then said softly, "Wait a moment, I need to check."

Saying this, Yuan Wanqing pulled out her phone and called her assistant Xiao Xuan, giving brief instructions.

After receiving confirmation, she hung up and smiled at Lin Xiuhong. "Alright, let's go."

"Is everything okay?" Lin Xiuhong asked hesitantly. "Don't let this interfere with your work."

"I was originally scheduled to shoot a photo session," Yuan Wanqing said with a smile. "I had my assistant reschedule it—it's not urgent. It's rare for us to get together, no need to worry."

"Good." Lin Xiuhong exhaled in relief and smiled too.

Yuan Wanqing was now a huge star, earning hundreds of thousands per minute—Lin Xiuhong had genuinely feared this small matter might disrupt her.

Now that the situation was clear, she cheerfully grabbed Cui Suling and Yuan Wanqing by the arms and headed toward Villa A08.

Li Luo followed behind the three girls, and they soon returned to their own villa.

Since the three mothers were going upstairs to play mahjong, Ying Chanxi naturally volunteered to join them.

Xu Youyu had little interest in mahjong; if she were to play, she preferred the special version they played on Li Luo's birthday.

As for Yan Zhusheng, she truly had no interest in mahjong—her intense participation that day had been solely to strip in front of Li Luo.

It had been only two days since the birthday, and as Li Luo followed his mother upstairs to the fourth floor and entered the entertainment room, he felt a flicker of guilt.

Seeing the mahjong table and sofa, his expression turned strange.

Merely looking at the scene now, his mind automatically replayed the events of two days prior.

It was an indescribable feeling.

The key was he had his Memory Palace—he had perfectly, flawlessly imprinted every detail of that day into his mind.

He had even sealed it away in the collection section of his Memory Palace.

It was like a delicacy he could pull out anytime to savor.

Especially now, with Yuan Wanqing and Cui Suling right here—thinking of how just two days ago, their three precious daughters had knelt before that sofa…

Hmm… that had truly been insane.

If Ying Chanxi hadn't been drunk that day, he might never have gotten such treatment.

"Zhusheng still has a livestream tonight, so we should head downstairs for dinner by 5:30," Li Luo said, sitting beside Lin Xiuhong and addressing the others. "After dinner, she needs to go live at seven."

"Oh right," Yuan Wanqing said, her face lighting up. "When Zhusheng livestreams, does she still have to go to your company?"

"No need," Ying Chanxi smiled. "I set up a full livestreaming kit for her here—she can stream straight from home."

"If Aunt Yuan isn't in a hurry to leave tonight, you could even pop into her livestream," Li Luo said cheerfully. "It'd add some surprise and buzz."

"That's no problem," Yuan Wanqing smiled. "I just worry someone might not want me dropping by."

As she spoke, Yuan Wanqing glanced toward Yan Zhusheng, who was selecting songs on the karaoke panel, and added lightly.

Hearing this, Yan Zhusheng understood her mother was teasing her and replied, "Yes, it's my livestream, not yours. If you want to appear, start your own."

"See?" Yuan Wanqing spread her hands helplessly, looking at Li Luo.

"Then how come Li Luo gets to appear in your livestream?" Ying Chanxi chimed in, supporting Yuan Wanqing. "You even dragged him into livestreams before."

"That livestream worked better because Li Luo doesn't steal the spotlight," Yan Zhusheng said seriously. "If Mom came, all the viewers would be drawn away by you."

"So it's because I'm that charming?" Yuan Wanqing covered her mouth and laughed softly.

"I don't know about charm, but you're definitely getting older," Yan Zhusheng said sternly. "Mom, you should rest more."

Yuan Wanqing: "... you little brat."

"Your mom's old?" Lin Xiuhong laughed. "Look how young she is—if we walked out together, people would think she's my niece. She takes such good care of herself."

"Xiuhong, you're exaggerating," Yuan Wanqing replied with a beaming smile, clearly delighted.

After all, no matter their age, women always loved hearing they were young and beautiful.

Even a superstar like her was no exception.

As the group chatted and laughed, the mahjong tiles began clacking on the table.

Yan Zhusheng started singing, providing background music.

Li Luo and Xu Youyu watched from the side, occasionally offering fruit; Li Luo even helped his mother draw a few East winds.

"Your hands are so unlucky—stop helping me draw tiles, okay?" Lin Xiuhong swatted away Li Luo's hand with mild annoyance.

"Just trust me one more time!" Li Luo said with firm determination.

Seeing his serious expression, Lin Xiuhong reluctantly gave him another chance.

He drew—and it was another East wind.

"Get out, get out!" Lin Xiuhong waved him off. "Don't sit here—you're bad luck. You've drained all my fortune."

"Tch." Li Luo was slightly frustrated, wondering why mahjong kept picking on him.

Cui Suling, however, covered her mouth and chuckled, patting Li Luo's shoulder to comfort him. "It's not a bad thing—constantly drawing East winds means your luck is strong. Everything you do will go smoothly."

Opposite him, Yuan Wanqing smiled and said, "Everyone else has everything ready except for the east wind, but you're not lacking the east wind at all."

She spoke well enough, but Li Luo still felt a bit down, so he simply stopped watching them play mahjong and walked over to Yan Zhusheng's side to sing together.