The betrothal gift is 100,000 yuan, what does it mean to give 200,000

Chapter 489 Can I Call You Husband?

Private planes are prohibited from flying over Kyoto, so the family took a Beijing-based flight. The itinerary was simple and they took very little with them.

On the plane, since Jiang Yao had stayed up all night yesterday, Chen Yuan let her catch up on some sleep and she fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.

Jiang Ning, who was sitting on the other side of him, took advantage of the more than one hour of free time to read a book, which made people marvel at the hard work of this top student.

The journey was smooth.

Arrived at Kyoto Airport at 10:41 am.

Another twenty minutes later, they arrived at Jingtinglanguan - this was Chen Yuan's other home, but he had been there only a few times.

……

At the door.

After getting out of the black extended version of Maybach, the group looked at the majestic villa. Chen Yuan stretched lazily. The butler beside him had already pointed out to the driver to take the wheelchair out of the trunk.

As soon as they got off the plane, they were picked up by people arranged by Jiang in advance.

You don't have to say a word during the whole process, the housekeeper has taken care of everything.

"Master, ladies, welcome home." A middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples said respectfully.

As he finished speaking, two security guards at the door pushed open the carved iron door.

Even though Jiang Ning and Jiang Yao were used to seeing the luxurious residences of the upper class, they couldn't help but stare with wide eyes, shocked by the extravagance of Chen Yuan's home in Kyoto.

This doesn't look like a villa, it looks more like a manor.

It covers a large area.

No one would have a huge white marble fountain in front of the main hall of a villa...

This fountain has a Western design style. The ivory-white sculpture holds an accordion with wide wings behind it. Water gushes out from the pipes inside the accordion and overflows into the surrounding pools.

There are many small animals carved beside the three-tier circular pool. I don’t know how they are constructed, but water is gushing out from the recorders or horns in their hands, spraying high into the sky, and turning into thousands of golden pieces under the refraction of sunlight.

The pool reflects the villa's dome, which is a Baroque ceiling.

On both sides of the main hall, there are art galleries covered with wisteria flowers.

The nannies and maids in uniform lined up on both sides, with the one in the front holding the door handle of the main hall.

"Welcome home, young master." They said in unison.

Chen Yuan didn't find this scene awkward at all. It was like this every time he came back. From the initial discomfort he felt at first to now feeling that it was nothing at all, after all, he paid these nannies so much money every day, so he had to let them show their professionalism.

This can also be considered as creating jobs.

In other words, without a degree, you cannot enter a professional nanny company and work in this industry.

Although Jiang Zhengfeng lives alone, there are guests visiting this place every few days, so there must be someone to serve tea, water and slippers.

This is the etiquette for meeting guests, not to mention that many people are used to talking business while playing ball in the back, so someone always has to hand you a towel.

Jiang Zhengfeng is also a businessman. He earned all this money with real ability. He doesn't need to worry about being extravagant and wasted and being criticized behind his back.

"Oh, no need to help me. I can't stand having others serve me like this. I have to emphasize every time, can't I walk by myself?" At the side, Liu He declined the two nannies' offers to help her and take her luggage.

The housekeeper signaled the two to give up and let Liu He make his own arrangements.

But Mr. Chen let them take the luggage when others came over. He walked into the main hall naturally with his hands behind his back and changed into slippers.

"Old Chen, give me the luggage. If you let her take it away, she won't know where she put it. The place is so big that I will be exhausted looking for it." Liu He said dissatisfiedly.

"Okay," Chen Yuan arranged, "You can go with my mom to put the luggage away, so that it won't be difficult to find it later."

“I understand, young master…” several girls responded.

He pushed Jiang Yao's wheelchair, squatted down, and took the initiative to help her change her shoes, his movements were extremely gentle.

No one else needs to do anything.

Jiang Yao looked around the majestic main hall, turned around after a moment, lowered her voice and asked hesitantly:

"Master, why are all the nannies in your house little girls?"

"He's just a pervert." He shrugged.

"what?"

"Just kidding, actually the guests who came to visit like this set, Mr. Wang and Mr. Li."

He raised his eyebrows at Jiang Yao, as if to say "you understand".

Jiang Yao's whole face wrinkled instantly and she said "Huh".

The majority of older bosses are indeed greasy. After all, for them, young girls are one of the "material conditions" that can be provided. Otherwise, if they get a group of straight-laced men, the whole house will be as boring as The Matrix.

Jiang Ning looked around the main hall very carefully. She had a keen eye and could tell at once that this house was designed and arranged by a professional. The carpet on the floor beside the sofa was imported, and the tea table was carved from a whole piece of precious wood.

And the ones hanging on the wall...

Jiang Ning came closer to examine it and couldn't help but ask, "Is this an authentic work by Zhang Daqian?"

"Who is Zhang Daqian?" Chen Yuan and Jiang Yao, who were following behind her, asked in unison.

"A great master of modern Chinese painting, the founder of the splash-color painting method."

"Sister, you know all this." Jiang Yao suddenly felt a little admiration. Sometimes she also admitted that she was not as knowledgeable as her sister.

"I told you to read more books on weekdays. Besides playing games, you should watch TV series." Jiang Ning curled his fingers and tapped her forehead.

"Master doesn't know either..."

"He's still young, but at least he's more serious about studying than you are."

Hearing this, Jiang Yao curled her lips, obviously not agreeing with this point of view.

After all, this is home. Even though Chen Yuan is not very familiar with it, Liu He always wants him to treat this place as his real home and not feel unfamiliar with it, so Chen Yuan took the initiative to take on the responsibility of helping the two sisters get familiar with the environment.

He pushed the wheelchair while holding Ningning's little hand.

"The first floor is where we usually eat and meet guests. I used to live on the second floor. I was the only one living there. There were so many rooms. Every night I always felt abandoned by the whole world. My dad didn't come home most of the time... and after I moved to school, I didn't have any friends. How horrible is that."

"So what do you do at night?" Jiang Yao asked curiously.

"Read a novel."

“It was really lonely.”

"Look, this is the room I live in." He pushed the door to the middle of the second floor and opened it.

A bedroom of neither too big nor too small comes into view.

There is a desk, a bookshelf, and a balcony with half the curtains drawn. The sky blue sheets are quite warm, and the floor is covered with soft carpets.

The two sisters walked in and saw countless comics and novels on the bookshelf, and sports rackets and other items were placed on the other side of the table.

Chen Yuan pulled open the curtains with a "whoosh".

Suddenly, golden sunlight shone into the house, and there was a picturesque lawn and playground in the backyard.

Jiang Yao's attention was attracted by the diary on the table. She picked it up and took a look.

There were lines of handwriting written on the notebook. Due to age, the pen marks had faded a little, but one could still make out what was written.

She couldn't help but read: "In the end, what remains in the depths of memory are always some intangible things, just like you often remember a person not because of her beauty. Many years later, you even forget what she looks like, but occasionally you smell her usual perfume on a crowded street... Even if you look at her face to face, you may not recognize what she looks like today--" Another page.

"Rainy night... viaduct... Maybach? What are they?"

Chen Yuan listened for a while and suddenly realized what it was.

"Oh my god!" He hurried over, snatched the notebook, put it in his arms, and pushed Jiang Yao to the other side.

He hurriedly raised his hand and stuffed the diary into a high place on the bookshelf.

"Who is she? What's that perfume smell? Could it be some girl you had a crush on in Kyoto? Well, didn't you say that you've never been attracted to other girls since you were a child?" Jiang Yao looked at him and said.

"What do you mean by secret crush? This is an excerpt from a book written by an unpopular author that I copied."

"Book excerpt... I thought it was so literary and sour, no wonder he is an unpopular author." Jiang Yao said suddenly.

"Indeed." Chen Yuan quickly agreed.

He himself had forgotten about this history of plagiarizing quotes, but when Yaoyao dug it up, he was so embarrassed that he decided to take the two sisters and run away from there. Besides, there was really nothing worth visiting in a boy's room.

This also indirectly confirms that since he stopped living here, all the things in the room have indeed not been moved.

The third and fourth floors, as well as a storage room dedicated to collections.

Visited them all.

"That's enough. I'm a little tired of it. This house is really too big. I'd be lonely if it were me. Master, we need a smaller house in the future... Otherwise, if we have a fight, we can just hide randomly and the body won't be found when it stinks."

Chen Yuan was a little confused as to why Jiang Yao complained of being tired even though she was sitting in a wheelchair and being pushed the whole time.

But he chose to respect.

"We're done with the shopping. There's one last place left. After we finish looking at it, it's almost time. We have to leave for our engagement photo shoot."

"Are we going to shoot now? Not tomorrow?"

"Today." Chen Yuan said, and took the two sisters into the elevator and pressed the symbol key at the top of the elevator buttons.

After a few seconds.

The three of them went to the top floor together.

"This was my favorite place when I was a kid," Chen Yuan squinted his eyes as a breeze blew, "It's nice to get some sun and some breeze."

On the top floor.

Four Baroque domes surround an infinity platform, with a huge swimming pool in the center, rippling blue waves reflecting the golden sunlight, surrounded by parasols and lounge chairs.

"Wow..." The two sisters said in unison, slowly widening their eyes.

Thanks to the dome's obstruction, the swimming pool cannot be seen from anywhere else, so it can be said to be extremely hidden.

A design full of the smell of money... Only by ignoring the cost can such an open-air swimming pool be designed.

"How many photos can be taken here?" Yaoyao exclaimed.

In the distance, tall buildings are lined up one after another, and the sky is clear and blue.

If this is a dating game rather than reality, then Chen Yuan and Ningning Yaoyao's love has finally achieved a milestone - visiting each other's homes.

Successfully illuminated the rare achievement medal.

Then the next step is the most critical and natural step - 100% strategy.

……

"We're getting engaged..."

"I hope we can live together forever, grow old together, and never be separated..."

“This is the happiest day of my life.”

Jiang Yao and Jiang Ning quietly read out the contents of the note stuck in the frame on the wall.

An entire wall is covered with messages about their dreams for the future left by newlyweds who are getting married or engaged.

Because the family banquet was scheduled for the evening, and taking engagement photos is a big project, the three of them came in the morning, chose to have lunch here at noon, and followed the process agreed upon by the store to take the photos, which would probably be completed by the evening, so that no one's time would be wasted.

The store is very busy, and it took a lot of effort to get this VIP number.

Chen Yuan and his two companions had set out half an hour ago. They had just arrived at the store less than five minutes ago, and the specially arranged receptionist and photographer had not arrived yet. The front desk brought desserts and coffee and asked the three of them to wait and look around.

They came to this wall.

"Just looking at this wall, getting married is indeed a very happy thing. Everyone is smiling when taking photos. It's so beautiful..."

“Can you cry without laughing?”

"You know what, there are a lot of people who cry when they get married. Girls are like that. They will cry when they are proposed to, they will cry when they are given a ring, and most importantly, they will cry when they marry the person they love."

To Chen Yuan's surprise, Jiang Yao answered him seriously.

Jiang Ning opened her red lips, took a sip of the latte in the cup, and pointed at the photo.

"The makeup is pretty good."

"Let me see... Sister, it's true. Each makeup look has a different feel."

"What kind of makeup would you like to choose later?"

"I want to try the dark style, like the Black Swan Queen, and then have the young master kneel beside me and present me with the crown...hiss, it's exciting just thinking about it."

"That's a good idea," Chen Yuan didn't expect Ning Ning to give him a positive response. "I want to try a more aesthetic style, or a British style?"

"Hey, didn't anyone ask my opinion?" he protested.

"Chen Zai, hasn't anyone told you that your husband is just a tool when taking wedding photos?" Jiang Ning blinked.

Although the tiring whole day of filming had not yet begun, Chen Yuan already felt the pressure.

One process takes more than four hours to shoot, with constant changing of clothes, makeup and scenes. It is more tiring than shopping.

The men in the photos have undoubtedly experienced these pains.

Chen Yuan was even worse off, because he had to accompany more than one person. Ningning and Yaoyao together meant double the shooting process.

Due to special circumstances.

The receptionist of this Italian bridal shop had agreed in advance that the two fiancées would have to shoot at the same time, so he would go to the other place immediately after finishing shooting here, so that it would be possible to complete the shoot within one day.

As he was thinking about these things.

Beside him, Jiang Yao suddenly pulled his sleeve and motioned him to squat down.

"What's wrong, Yaoyao?" he asked.

"From today on, I will no longer call you Young Master. I will call you Husband, okay... You see, that's what it says on the note..."

"Okay...my dear wife." He also whispered.

"Husband~"

"here I am……"

"What are you two whispering about?" Jiang Ning turned around and asked puzzledly.

(End of this chapter)