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Everything from the day swirled in her mind, finally settling on his words about securing the world and the deep look in his eyes when he looked at her.

After an unknown amount of time, the door to the second bedroom was silently pushed open.

In the darkness, Lei Guoliang's tall figure stood at the doorway.

Ji Fanyin's breath hitched, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the bed sheet tightly.

"Can't sleep?" His voice was hoarse, carrying the texture of the night.

"...I'm thinking about a name for the shop." She repeated her excuse from the evening, her voice a little dry.

He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress sinking deep into him. The scent of his post-shower steam, along with the faint fragrance of shampoo and shower gel, instantly enveloped her.

"Have you thought it through?" he asked, his gaze burning in the darkness.

"I've made up my mind. I'll settle down and rule the world." She met his gaze and said clearly.

"Very good," he replied, and then, without warning, he leaned down and kissed her lips.

This kiss was different from the intense and plundering one after drinking last night, and it was also different from any previous touch.

It carries with it a clear, definite desire, and an... ineffable certainty. Burning, profound, and irresistible.

Ji Fanyin froze for only a moment before reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck, responding awkwardly yet passionately.

All the doubts, anxieties, and tension from the daytime seemed to find release and solace in this kiss.

The rustling sound of clothes rubbing together echoed in the darkness, accompanied by rapid breathing.

This time, there was no alcohol as an excuse, only a sober indulgence and an unspoken closeness between us.

This time, it was more than just the release of desire. It was more like a silent covenant, where, in the ultimate moment of physical intimacy, the shared goal of securing a peaceful and prosperous world, along with the complex and unspoken relationship between the two, were deeply imprinted into each other's bodies and memories.

After an unknown amount of time, the storm subsided. Ji Fanyin collapsed into his sweat-drenched arms, too weak to even move her fingertips.

Lei Guoliang's arm was wrapped around her waist, and his breathing gradually became steady. In the darkness, he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

His body was satisfied, but his mind remained tense. He used this method to confirm possession, and also to remind himself that while the body could be close, the soul must maintain distance.

She is a partner, a subordinate, and an object of desire, but she must never be a source of emotional support or a weakness.

"Go to sleep." He tightened his arms, his voice hoarse from the aftermath. "Tomorrow at eight o'clock, I want to see a fully refreshed Manager Ji in the living room."

"Mmm," Ji Fanyin mumbled in his arms, almost instantly falling into a deep sleep from exhaustion. A faint, contented smile seemed to linger on her lips.

Lei Guoliang listened to her even breathing for a long time before closing his eyes as well.

The night was deep. The lights in apartment 1701, building 37 of Future Coast had long been turned off. But the seeds of Anjia Tianxia had already been quietly sown in the soil nourished by desire and ambition.

Over the next few days, Lei Guoliang and Ji Fanyin were busy preparing for the registration and establishment of Anjia Tianxia Real Estate Company, store decoration and design, and employee recruitment.

Every night, they would inevitably share a bed and be deeply intimate. One was full of youthful vigor, and the other was experiencing the pleasures of love for the first time. Both of them were endlessly excited about the affairs between men and women, wishing they could merge the other into their own bodies.

The signboard for Anjia Tianxia had just been hung up, and the smell of paint hadn't even dissipated when Lei Guoliang's figure had already disappeared into the departure hall of Shenzhen Airport.

Ji Fanyin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the passenger plane bound for Shanghai pierce through the clouds.

She clutched the newly printed "Detailed Rules for Real Estate Management in Shenzhen Area" tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Lei Guoliang's last words still echoed in my ears: "Take good care of the home, and wait for me to come back."

Lei Guoliang never said "I love you" to her.

However, Ji Fanyin could sense Lei Guoliang's love and complete trust in her.

On the plane, Lei Guoliang closed his eyes to rest. His mind wasn't on the scenery below the clouds, but rather on the wildly volatile trajectory of the national real estate market over the next three to four years.

It was already evening when the plane landed at Shanghai Hongqiao Airport. The autumn rain had just stopped, and the wet runway reflected the scattered lights of the terminal building.

Lei Guoliang stepped out of the cabin and took a deep breath of the cool, moist air.

He didn't check any luggage, only a lightweight carry-on suitcase.

Besides a change of clothes, the most important items in the box were an IBM ThinkPad T40 laptop and a bulging brown paper document bag.

The computer contains detailed planning maps and housing price trends for several target cities, including Shenzhen, Hangzhou, and Mingzhou, for the next few years.

Inside the document bag were several photocopies of deposit certificates issued by different banks, totaling over nine million, as well as a copy of Anjia Tianxia's business license.

These are his strongest assets and resources at this moment.

He refused the taxis soliciting passengers at the airport, walked to the designated pick-up point, and got into a clean blue Union taxi.

"Driver, the Bund, Waldorf Astoria Hotel."

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror. He was young, dressed simply but neatly, and his eyes were calmer than one would expect for someone his age. He was going to one of the top hotels in Shanghai.

The driver didn't ask any questions and skillfully merged into the traffic.

The city of Shanghai unfolds slowly in the night outside the car window. Unlike the grand and imposing century-old buildings of the Bund, the Pudong area presents a completely different scene.

Countless construction sites were brightly lit, and the red signal lights of the tower cranes flickered in the night sky like the eyes of a lurking beast.

Several skyscrapers in Lujiazui are beginning to take shape, with the spire of the Jin Mao Tower appearing and disappearing in the clouds.

This is a rapidly growing and ambitious city, with the air thick with the restless energy of capital.

Lei Guoliang watched quietly. Shanghai in 2003 was standing at a historic turning point.

Global capital is pouring in at an accelerated pace due to China's accession to the WTO. The land across the river is about to experience an epic development boom, and housing prices will soar at an astonishing rate in the coming years.

At this moment, the tightening of "Document No. 121" at the macro level has left countless over-expanded small and medium-sized developers with tight cash flow, teetering on the brink of collapse.

His target is these marginal areas. He wants to be the hunter who buys up goods at rock-bottom prices before the avalanche.

He took advantage of information and time differences; he knew where value would inevitably appreciate and who desperately needed money to save their lives.

The Waldorf Astoria's heavy revolving doors shut out the city's hustle and bustle. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, soft light, and the air was filled with the subtle aromas of cigars and leather.

Lei Guoliang checked in and received the room key for room 1108. The room was a riverside suite with an excellent view.

He didn't admire the night view; he immediately turned on his laptop, connected to the phone line, and dialed up to access the internet. WiFi wasn't widespread in 2003. The internet speed was slow, but he had plenty of patience.

He retrieved the Shanghai real estate data stored on his computer, compiled from memory, and highlighted several key areas, including Lianyang, Huamu, and Jinqiao in Pudong, as well as Xuhui Riverside and Gubei in Puxi.

These areas, either with major municipal plans about to be announced or with the initial signs of industrial agglomeration, will see their first major upward trend in 2004-2005.

He tapped his finger on a building complex called Lianyang New City. He had a deep impression of this complex.

In its previous life, it was abandoned due to the developer's broken capital chain. Later, it was taken over by a state-owned enterprise and transformed into one of the benchmark residential projects in the Lianyang area, with a staggering increase in housing prices.

The key point is that it is now a ready-built property, most of which are fully furnished, with unit types mainly consisting of small two- and three-bedroom apartments ranging from 70 to 100 square meters, making it very suitable for renting out.

The developer is a well-known local private enterprise. The boss, surnamed Zhou, is said to be generous and righteous, but he also stumbled on trust loans because he expanded his business too much.

"You're the one." Lei Guoliang closed his laptop. He didn't need an intermediary or local connections to make inquiries. The memories of the reborn were the most accurate navigation.