The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

Song Xinxue thought for a moment, then said softly, "I can't quite put my finger on it... I just feel... very safe and warm. Like I've gone back to my childhood." She paused, looked up at him, and asked, "What flavor did you taste?"

Chen Hao paused for a moment, then said, "I forgot."

Song Xinxue didn't press the matter. She looked down at the remaining fruit pit in her hand, a strange feeling welling up inside her.

This man, and everything about him, exudes an inexplicable mystery. His home, his books, his fruit, and even he himself seem to come from another world.

She suddenly recalled the scene she had seen in the live broadcast that day—his focus when repairing the silk scroll, his composure when reciting incantations, and his nonchalant attitude when those aristocratic families came to give gifts.

He didn't even blink at the sight of 500 million yuan worth of imperial green jade. Those things probably really meant nothing to him.

She was just a property manager.

"Mr. Chen," she suddenly said.

"Um?"

"What... exactly have you been through?"

Chen Hao glanced at her but didn't answer. Song Xinxue realized she had asked an inappropriate question and quickly stood up: "Um, I still have to deliver fruit to other residents, I'll be going now."

Chen Hao nodded: "Take care."

Song Xinxue walked to the door, then turned back. Chen Hao was sitting on the sofa, sunlight streaming in from the French windows, bathing him in a golden glow.

He lowered his head, flipping through the yellowed old book, his expression calm, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him. Her heart skipped a beat, then quickened.

The moment the elevator doors closed, she let out a long breath. Her heart was pounding. She pressed her hand to her chest and smiled helplessly.

Song Xinxue, you're a worldly person, so why do you act like a lovestruck young girl every time you see him? But that man is just too captivating.

But she also realized more and more clearly that he was too far away from her. As far away as the moon in the sky, visible but unreachable.

She stepped out of the elevator, head down, and almost bumped into someone.

"Hey, watch out—"

A hand reached out and firmly supported her shoulder. Song Xinxue looked up and saw a man in his thirties standing in front of her, wearing a well-tailored dark blue suit, a Patek Philippe watch, shiny leather shoes, and his hair neatly combed.

"Excuse me, I wasn't looking where I was going." Song Xinxue took a step back.

The man released her, stared at her face for several seconds, then his eyes lit up: "Song Xinxue? You're Song Xinxue!"

Song Xinxue paused for a moment, then carefully examined the other person: "You are...?"

"Fan Hai! My college classmate! From Marketing Class 2!" The man exclaimed, his face beaming with surprise. "It's been years! You've become even more beautiful than before! I almost didn't recognize you!"

Song Xinxue remembered. Fan Hai was in the same department but a different class in college. In her memory, he was a very ordinary boy, with average grades, average looks, and a very low profile.

She and he didn't have much interaction, only occasionally bumping into each other in the lecture hall. She was surprised to see him looking so much more polished after all these years.

"Fan Hai, it's been a long time." She smiled politely.

"Of course!" Fan Hai looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her face and body. "What are you doing here? Living here?"

"I'm the property manager here," Song Xinxue said, pointing to her uniform.

"The property manager?" Fan Hai was taken aback for a moment, then smiled. "Then we'll be neighbors from now on. I also live in Baotian City, on the 18th floor of Building D. Come on, let's add each other on WeChat. It's rare for old classmates to meet, I'll treat you to dinner another day."

He took out his phone and opened the WeChat QR code. Song Xinxue hesitated for a moment, but since the other party was a homeowner and an old classmate, she couldn't refuse, so she took out her phone and scanned the code.

As he spoke, his eyes kept scanning Song Xinxue, his gaze lingering on her, revealing an undisguised possessiveness.

He secretly pondered: In college, Song Xinxue was the school's undisputed beauty queen, and the men who pursued her could line up from the school gate to the teaching building. At that time, he came from an ordinary family and had accomplished nothing. He didn't even have the courage to talk to her and could only watch from afar.

But things are different now. He has successfully started his own business, is worth a billionaire, and is a true young tycoon. He is a single, eligible bachelor, and having a property manager like her is more than enough for him.

Moreover, Song Xinxue is even more charming now than she was in college. She is gentle and beautiful, and it would be a great honor to take her out.

Compared to those internet celebrities and secretaries around me who only know how to spend money, she is so much better. This chance encounter is a godsend, and I must win her over.

"Okay, let's meet another day." Fan Hai put away his phone, waved with a smile, and said, "I'm going up now, we'll talk later."

Song Xinxue felt uncomfortable under his gaze, her brows furrowed even more, and she didn't reply.

He turned and stepped into the elevator. The moment the doors closed, the smile on his face faded slightly, replaced by an expression of unwavering determination. Song Xinxue, the school beauty he hadn't dared to pursue back then, was now working as his housekeeper right under his nose.

interesting.

As the elevator ascended, Fan Hai leaned against the wall, took out his phone, and scrolled through Song Xinxue's WeChat Moments. The latest post was from three days ago—a work photo of her in a property management uniform standing in the lobby of Baotian City, her smile clean and her demeanor gentle.

He zoomed in on the photo and looked at it for a while, a smile curving his lips.

Back then, Song Xinxue was the undisputed beauty queen of the department. The men who pursued her could line up from the teaching building to the school gate. He, an ordinary student who had neither money nor good looks, didn't even have the courage to hand her a love letter.

Things are different now. Fan Hai started from scratch, building a cross-border e-commerce business. Starting with just a computer, he worked his way up in six years, and now his company has an annual revenue of over a billion yuan, and he is personally worth a billion yuan.

In Shenzhen, a city teeming with the wealthy, a billion yuan is nothing, but it's more than enough to woo a property manager.

He put away his phone, stepped out of the elevator, and swiped his card to enter. The 180-square-meter apartment had cost him five million yuan to renovate in an Italian minimalist style, with all the furniture imported. A young woman sat in the living room, wearing a sundress and painting her nails.

"President Fan is back?" The woman asked without looking up. "He's been waiting for you for ages."

Fan Hai glanced at her and said, "You go back first, I have something to do today."

The woman looked up, pouting, "What's up? Didn't we agree to go to the movies together tonight?"

"Another time," Fan Hai said firmly.

The woman reluctantly put away her nail polish, picked up her bag, and left. Fan Hai sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and then scrolled through Song Xinxue's WeChat Moments.

I looked through them one by one, scrolling from the latest to the earliest. Her WeChat Moments were very clean, almost entirely work-related content, with the occasional photo of her daily life—watering flowers on the balcony, baking cakes in the kitchen, or taking a walk in the neighborhood. There was no trace of a boyfriend.

He exhaled a smoke ring, took out his phone, and sent a message to his assistant: "Help me look up information about Song Xinxue, the property manager of Building B in Baotian City. The more detailed the better."