Chapter 22: Moving Into A New Home.
Chapter 22: Moving Into A New Home.
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Spending Money Like Water
Xiao Cheng had a new problem—how to spend his money.
At this point, wealth was just numbers in his bank account. If it sat there unused, it was meaningless. He needed to put it to work.
Fortunately, Qiancheng Investment was running smoothly. Ever since Xu Xiaoyan took the initiative to stay on as his secretary, things had become even more efficient. She was competent, well-connected, and understood the financial world inside and out.
Xiao Cheng had delegated most of the work to her and Tian Fu, leaving him with only major decisions.
With money flowing out like water, he barely felt the impact because he earned even more every day.
But while Xiao Cheng was spending his days in relative peace, a new issue was about to disrupt his night.
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A Midnight Call
That evening, after telling Sisi a bedtime story, Xiao Cheng was about to turn in for the night when he heard a soft vibration from his phone.
He rarely used this phone, and he had set it to silent to avoid waking Sisi. But even the slight vibration from the next room was enough for him to notice.
Seeing Tian Fu's name on the screen, he picked up immediately.
"Mr. Xiao," Tian Fu's voice was serious. "It's about Ms. Shen."
Xiao Cheng's brows lifted slightly.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm not entirely sure, but it seems she's in trouble."
Although Tian Fu didn't know much about Xiao Cheng's past with Shen Jiaoyue, he had been instructed to keep an eye on her affairs. So, as soon as something happened, he didn't dare delay reporting it.
Xiao Cheng sighed lightly.
"Can it be solved with money?"
Tian Fu hesitated.
"This… I think so."
Xiao Cheng smirked.
Problems that could be solved with money weren't real problems.
"Arrange a time. I'll handle it."
Since it was a weekend, Sisi didn't have school, so moving into their new home was still his top priority. He wouldn't let anything disrupt Sisi's happiness.
After hanging up, Tian Fu exhaled in amazement.
Even with decades of experience dealing with high-profile figures, he had never seen someone as calm and decisive as Xiao Cheng.
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A Home Fit for Sisi
The first step to building a family was to have a proper home.
Xiao Cheng had already arranged for two luxury sea-view villas in Dongshan District—an area known for its exclusive, sky-high real estate prices.
These villas weren't just expensive—they were impossible for ordinary people to acquire. Most of them were purchased for investment rather than actual living.
But Xiao Cheng bought two at once.
Why?
Because he didn't want neighbors.
If he bought both, he could guarantee privacy and peace.
With money, anything was possible.
The next morning, Xiao Cheng was packing up.
Sisi, after finishing breakfast, looked up curiously.
"Papa, where are we going?"
Xiao Cheng wanted to surprise her, but she had already noticed the house keys in his hand.
Smiling, he crouched down and patted her head gently.
"Sisi has been a very good girl lately, so I want to take her to our new home."
Sisi's eyes sparkled.
"A new home?" she repeated in excitement.
At that moment, Tian Fu called.
"Mr. Xiao, we're ready to go."
Xiao Cheng nodded.
"Where's the car?"
"All downstairs. I'll have them bring one up right away."
Xiao Cheng had already packed everything. Most of the items he carried belonged to Sisi—her favorite clothes, toys, books, and some personal keepsakes.
While a moving team had been arranged, they weren't professionals. Instead, they were elite personnel handpicked by Tian Fu.
Even so, they worked quickly and efficiently, handling the move without a hitch.
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Luxury Cars for a Simple Move
The vehicles Tian Fu brought weren't moving trucks—they were luxury cars.
Each one freshly purchased.
Originally, the plan was to have them delivered to Xiao Cheng later, but since they needed transportation anyway, they simply drove them over.
As a result, the entire street was filled with luxury sports cars—but instead of carrying wealthy passengers, they were stuffed with old furniture and household items.
The most ridiculous sight?
A Lamborghini leading the convoy, with an old rice cooker sitting in the passenger seat.
Passersby stared in disbelief.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Are they really using luxury sports cars to move furniture?"
"Rich people are crazy…"
But Xiao Cheng didn't care.
It wasn't that he couldn't afford brand-new furniture.
He was just sentimental.
These items carried memories, and he wanted them to be a part of his new home.
As they settled into the Lamborghini, Sisi clutched the seat excitedly.
"Papa, does this car belong to us?"
She had always seen supercars in magazines and on TV, but this was her first time sitting in one.
Xiao Cheng chuckled.
"Not just this one. All of them are ours."
Sisi's mouth dropped open.
"Wow, Papa, you're amazing!"
She cheered loudly, her face filled with pure joy.
Just then, a familiar system notification echoed in Xiao Cheng's mind.
> Ding! First time driving a supercar!
Rewards:
Super Racing Driver Proficiency +999
Supercar Knowledge +999
Xiao Cheng smirked.
It seemed the system recognized even small milestones.
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Trouble at Shen Jiaoyue's Company
By the time Xiao Cheng arrived at his new villa, everything had already been arranged.
Standing outside, he surveyed the space thoughtfully.
There was a large open area in front of the house.
He was considering building a small castle there—something for Sisi to play in.
But before he could give it more thought, Tian Fu arrived with news.
"Mr. Xiao, I've got an update on Ms. Shen."
Xiao Cheng turned slightly.
"What happened?"
At that moment, Shen Jiaoyue was at her company headquarters, facing a crisis.
The biggest clients of her business had all gathered in the reception hall, demanding to terminate their contracts.
This wasn't a negotiation—it was an ambush.
Shen Jiaoyue, trying to salvage the situation, remained composed.
"Bosses, if there's an issue, I'd be happy to discuss it. I believe my team and I can provide a solution."
A bald man sneered.
"It's not about an issue, Ms. Shen. We're just not interested anymore."
Another executive smirked.
"Not everyone is meant for this industry, after all."
Shen Jiaoyue clenched her fists beneath the table.
If all these contracts were lost, her company would immediately face bankruptcy.
Then, an old man in black spoke up, his tone mockingly sympathetic.
"Jiaoyue, a woman like you needs someone to rely on. Otherwise, you'll offend the wrong people without even realizing it."
She immediately understood.
Li Haitian.
The powerful figure behind this coordinated attack.
She took a deep breath.
"So, what does he want?"
Before the old man could answer, a calm voice interrupted.
"Really? What if I help Shen Jiaoyue?"
The room fell silent.
A tall, confident figure stepped inside.
Xiao Cheng had arrived.