Chapter 541

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

After Wang Dashan sent Wang Zhangtian and Wang Yaohua to the county town, he immediately hurried onto the expressway, rushing back to Guangzhou.

By the time he returned to Guangzhou, it was past eleven at night, approaching twelve.

He parked the car, dragged his tired legs back to the rental house where he and Du Xiaojuan lived, and found Du Xiaojuan curled up on the sofa watching a soap opera.

"You said you had no time, so how do you have so much free time now?"

Wang Dashan couldn't help but complain.

He sometimes spoke without thinking.

It was already past eleven at night; Du Xiaojuan had only just returned not long ago, waiting for him in the living room while watching the show, and as soon as he came back, he blurted out such a sentence.

Du Xiaojuan immediately saw through the essence of the matter:

"Did that deal fall through?"

Wang Dashan pulled a long face:

"Manager Zou felt I didn't show sincerity by sending my subordinates over, so today he stood me up directly, not even giving my employee a chance to view the property."

"But you can't blame me for that; it's because you didn't coordinate the time in advance. Even if I went, it wouldn't show sincerity, and besides, I'm an amateur—I wouldn't know how to introduce that house to people."

Wang Dashan took a deep breath and was speechless for a moment.

Du Xiaojuan then said:

"I had just gotten off work not long ago, thinking I'd watch the show while waiting for you to come back, then we'd go out for a late-night snack together, but instead you're being sarcastic like this."

Wang Dashan was unhappy:

"So you're saying I'm in the wrong?"

Du Xiaojuan said bluntly:

"Of course you're wrong. How can you bring your work emotions here? I have much more pressure than you—have I ever given you any negative emotions?"

Wang Dashan said impatiently:

"Du Xiaojuan, how can you be so cold-blooded? I admit you earn more and don't care about the little money I make, but that's my career. I hope to rise higher and do better. What's wrong with me? I just wanted you to help view the property because you're the person I trust most. You can refuse to help me, but must you say such cold words to me? We're in love, not doing business. Even if we were doing business, you should consider the other person's self-esteem and feelings, shouldn't you?"

Du Xiaojuan was stunned by what he said. In her eyes, Wang Dashan was truly stupid. She had long ago told him about company management strategies—that he needed to learn to delegate authority. Wang Dashan had learned it, but not grasped the essence, so the company had always been unable to break through the bottleneck.

She also wanted what was best for Wang Dashan, and said those words for his own good, simply not treating him as an outsider and speaking too directly, which made Wang Dashan feel he had lost face.

And Wang Dashan happened to be someone who cared a lot about face.

"Sorry, my way of speaking might not have been right. It's my fault. I apologize to you."

Du Xiaojuan realized her mistake and immediately apologized, without any hesitation.

She then asked:

"Where is that luxury mansion you wanted to sell to Manager Zou today, and what's the total price?"

Seeing Du Xiaojuan apologize, Wang Dashan's emotions gradually settled, and he answered honestly:

"It's in Tianhe District, with a total price of around fifteen million yuan. If the deal goes through, I can get a commission of over two hundred thousand yuan."

Du Xiaojuan was noncommittal and only continued asking:

"What do you think of that luxury mansion? Does it have great appreciation potential?"

Wang Dashan said decisively:

"Of course it has great appreciation potential. It's in a central urban area, with subways, hospitals, and schools nearby—everything you could want. Most importantly, the owner is eager to sell, and the price is slightly below market value."

He then sighed:

"If only I had money. I'd buy this house myself—it's a sure win, no loss at all."

Du Xiaojuan then said:

"Why don't we buy it together?"

Wang Dashan was stunned, his face full of surprise:

"What did you say?"

Du Xiaojuan had a very determined expression and repeated:

"I said, why don't we buy it together?"

Wang Dashan's face was full of disbelief, and he hurriedly said:

"I don't have that much money. Even if I put all my money in, I still couldn't afford such an expensive luxury mansion."

Du Xiaojuan, however, said:

"The total price is fifteen million yuan. The down payment is thirty percent, which is 4.5 million yuan. I'll put in four million, and you put in five hundred thousand. We'll buy this luxury mansion together, and both our names will be on the property deed. I know you're under a lot of pressure, so from now on, I'll handle the monthly mortgage payments on my end."

Wang Dashan's face was full of astonishment:

"This..."

Du Xiaojuan continued:

"Aren't we planning to get married? A marriage must have a marital home. Today my dad called me, hoping we can go back for New Year's Day and finalize the marriage as soon as possible."

Wang Dashan's heart was moved, and all his previous resentment dissipated at once.

"How can that be? The marital home should be bought by me. How can I let you spend so much money? Besides, a loan of over ten million yuan—how much would we have to pay back each month? How much pressure would that be..."

Du Xiaojuan used her mobile phone mortgage calculator to work it out:

"It's manageable. Over sixty thousand a month, less than seventy thousand. I can bear it on my end."

Wang Dashan still hesitated, because it made it seem like he was eating soft rice, which made him somewhat embarrassed.

Du Xiaojuan saw him hesitating, and punched him in the chest:

"Wang Dashan, don't you act like a damn woman. Aren't you resentful that I made your deal fall through? Now I'm renewing your deal for you, and you're not happy? Besides, the location of this house is so good. If we sell it in a few years, we can make a fortune. Just treat it as an investment!"

Wang Dashan was deeply moved, and hugged Du Xiaojuan:

"Xiao Juan, before I had feelings toward you. That was my fault."

Wang Dashan couldn't help but kiss her, kissing Du Xiaojuan's cheek and neck.

Du Xiaojuan let out soft giggles, twisting her small body:

"Stop messing around. Are we still going out for late-night snacks?"

Wang Dashan replied with a laugh:

"Then let's go. We'll go eat late-night snacks right now!"

Saying that with his mouth, he picked up Du Xiaojuan and walked toward the bedroom.

Seeing this, Du Xiaojuan laughed while struggling:

"Didn't you say we were going to eat late-night snacks? Why are we going back to the bedroom?"

Wang Dashan said:

"This is going to eat late-night snacks."

Early the next morning, when Wang Dashan woke up, he discovered Du Xiaojuan was already making breakfast in the kitchen.

Today's breakfast was very simple: just a few steamed cakes, a few sweet potatoes, and two eggs.

She was in the kitchen making a phone call in her hometown dialect, her expression somewhat impatient, even showing disgust.

"Fine, fine, I know. I'll definitely bring him back for New Year's Day. I haven't mentioned the bride price to him. Can you all not ask for so much?... Du Jiabao getting married has nothing to do with me... Fine, I won't say anymore. That's it."

Du Xiaojuan hung up the phone, looked up and saw Wang Dashan had already come out to the living room, and immediately showed a smile:

"You're up."

Wang Dashan nodded: "Were you just calling home?"

Du Xiaojuan brought out the steamed breakfast:

"Yes. When you go to my home for New Year's Day, I'll arrange everything. You don't need to bring anything. Just do as I say."

Wang Dashan was stunned:

"I don't need to bring anything? Isn't it not good to not bring a gift for your parents?"

Du Xiaojuan said:

"Listen to me and you won't be wrong. There are still two months left. Let's not talk about this now. Let's talk about buying a house."

Wang Dashan felt strange.

When Du Xiaojuan called home just now, how could she show such an expression?

That expression—apart from not having a bit of joy, it was even full of disgust and impatience.