Chapter 377: 373. Garden, Gifts (Please subscribe, monthly tickets!)

Zhang Ran arrived at a massive, luxurious manor; it took ten minutes of driving to reach the main building. Zhang Sicheng and the others had their eyes opened—this was the most luxurious manor they had ever seen.

Along the way, there were security guards standing watch, gardeners trimming flowers and grass, and servants hurrying by!

Scenes they had previously only seen on television were now appearing before their eyes in reality.

Although they also knew their family was wealthy, and it seemed not just ordinarily wealthy.

But their family's current life was very ordinary; every day was much the same as an average person's, aside from dressing a bit better, everything else was nothing special.

"When did you buy it back?" Zhang Ran asked with a smile while looking at the manor.

He still remembered the look in that young man's eyes when he gazed at this manor years ago—humiliation, anticipation, confusion, all sorts of complex emotions intertwined.

This place had originally belonged to their family, but in the end, it was forced to be sold; now, it had finally returned to their family's hands.

Nikolayev spoke up: "In '95, I bought this place back."

As he spoke, they stopped beside a small building. Looking at this building, Zhang Ran was somewhat stunned; not just him, but the others were also stunned.

The small building in front of them was clearly filled with an Eastern garden style, and there were some pavilions and kiosks around it; it was obviously built at no small expense.

Zhang Ran looked at this place, then looked at other areas, and said speechlessly: "Don't you feel this building is somewhat out of place with your manor?"

Ilya, hearing Zhang Ran's words, wished he could give him a thumbs up. It wasn't just Zhang Ran who had this feeling; anyone who had seen this Eastern-style garden had the same feeling—it was truly somewhat abrupt.

Nikolayev rubbed his large head and chuckled: "I built this specifically for you. It's been about twenty-two years since it was finished, and today is the first time anyone has lived in it. Please, go on in."

He steered the conversation away from Zhang Ran's topic. How could he not know that building a garden here was somewhat abrupt? But he had done it anyway.

Zhang Ran smiled helplessly at him and said: "I originally wanted to experience some exotic customs by coming here, but you've done well—you've sent me right back home."

Nikolayev acted as if he hadn't heard Zhang Ran's words and continued to lead them forward on his own.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Ran teased again: "Don't tell me you've prepared Huaxia cuisine for dinner too? Don't forget, I just came from the country."

Nikolayev's expression stiffened, then he laughed heartily: "How could that be? This time I've prepared an authentic Russian feast, guaranteed to satisfy you."

While speaking, Nikolayev took advantage of Zhang Ran not paying attention and winked wildly at his eldest son, Ilya.

Ilya wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, so he found a random excuse to leave temporarily.

His father had indeed prepared exquisite Huaxia delicacies. They had Huaxia chefs in their household, and not only that, Nikolayev had specifically brought in several famous Huaxia chefs.

From beginning to end, Nikolayev only thought about how to properly host Zhang Ran and make him feel at home.

So he thought of everything to make Zhang Ran live comfortably and eat comfortably, and that is how it turned into what it is now.

The facilities here were built imitating the Huaxia garden style, but all necessary modern facilities were present as well.

After Nikolayev brought them in, he stopped paying attention to Zhang Ran and instead followed the two little ones around.

"Susu, Taotao, what do you call me?" Nikolayev's large face wore a very honest and kind smile.

"Grandpa Nikolayev," the two little ones shouted in unison.

From the start, they had been slightly startled by Nikolayev's large build and appearance, but they soon got along very well with him; they could feel the kindness emanating from Nikolayev's heart.

Ivan and Zhuoya were somewhat surprised to see their father like this; they rarely saw their father in this state.

From a very young age, their father had been relatively strict with them, and his discipline was even somewhat harsh.

Only when they achieved results that satisfied their father would Nikolayev occasionally show such an expression.

Nikolayev had experienced the rise and fall of his family, so there had always been a sense of anxiety in his heart, and his education of his children was extremely strict.

"Come see what gifts I've prepared for you; you will definitely like them," Nikolayev said, picking up the two little ones directly, his large face full of smiles.

Both little ones were very expectant, and their little mouths were very sweet, especially Taotao: "Whatever Grandpa Nikolayev gives, I like."

"Haha." Hearing this flattery from Zhang Xiaotao, Nikolayev was even happier.

When they returned outside, they saw two miniature cars parked at the entrance of the garden.

"Wow, Grandpa Nikolayev, is this a gift for us?" Zhang Xiaotao exclaimed in surprise; a boy's love for cars is innate.

"That's right, give it a try." Saying this, Nikolayev gently put the two little ones down and let them get in the cars to try them out.

At the same time, he handed each of the two little ones a car key, just like a real car.

Zhang Ran walked over and saw this scene; hearing the sound of the engines starting, he couldn't help but say: "Don't tell me these cars run on gasoline?"

He had initially thought they were electric cars, just like the ones on the market, but hearing the noise of the cars, he felt something was wrong.

"They do run on gasoline. I had them custom-made. Don't worry, I have them custom-made every year, two cars each, tailored to their height and build," Nikolayev said with a proud look.

Zhang Ran was somewhat speechless: "What is the top speed?"

"You can rest assured about that; the top speed is only forty. These cars were custom-made as bulletproof vehicles. Even if an accident occurs on the road, it will protect the safety of the people inside," Nikolayev said.

Zhang Ran couldn't help but pat his forehead; he could already imagine the scene of the two little ones driving after they got home.

However, he did not refuse Nikolayev's good intentions, only thinking about letting Liu Lu keep an eye on them later.

In terms of managing and educating the two little ones, only Liu Lu was capable in the entire Zhang Family; everyone else had to stand aside.

Zhang Ran purely doted on the two little ones, Zhang Siyan felt somewhat guilty toward Susu, and Zhang Sicheng was a pushover; only Liu Lu could harden her heart to discipline them.

And there was an unwritten rule in the Zhang Family: when Liu Lu was disciplining the two little ones, no one else could interfere, not even Zhang Ran.