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"Miss Chi, my car has arrived. Do you need a ride back?"
"No, thank you, Ye Xian."
Chi Mu Jiu politely declined, and Ye Jue continued, "Then I'll see you at the dinner."
Without waiting for a response, Ye Jue picked up his laptop and walked away.
Following Ye Jue, Chi Mu Jiu disembarked from the plane. She didn't notify her family's chauffeur to pick her up; instead, she hailed a taxi on the roadside and got in.
The taxi drove to a villa area slightly away from the city center, coming to a steady stop at the entrance.
"Miss, that will be..."
Chi Mu Jiu handed over two bills and told the driver to keep the change before hurriedly exiting the vehicle and making her way into the villa area.
As she walked through the lush garden in the front yard, a grand villa stood tall before her. With a beep, the heavy gate opened, and the lights in the living room flickered on, revealing an inviting ambiance of understated French luxury.
The intricately carved crown molding on the ceiling outlined graceful curves, while a dazzling crystal chandelier hung in the center, resembling fallen stars from the heavens. The floor was laid with imported French parquet flooring, deep and elegant in color, each plank seemingly telling tales of time gone by.
In the living room sat a set of cream-colored French sofas, their soft velvet fabric paired with exquisite embroidered cushions, exuding an air of elegance. In front of the sofa was an ornate marble coffee table adorned with a vibrant bouquet of fresh flowers that filled the air with their enchanting fragrance.
Beyond the living room was a French-style dining room featuring a round dining table at its center, its surface smooth marble edged with delicate gold trim. Above it hung a magnificent chandelier that cast warm light over the exquisite tableware below.
On one side of the dining room stood a wine cabinet displaying various fine wines; through its glass doors, they reflected an alluring sheen.
Chi Mu Jiu ascended to the second-floor bedroom, where the walls were adorned with light blue French wallpaper featuring intricate patterns. A massive French royal bed occupied the center of the room, draped with soft curtains that created a dreamlike atmosphere.
Beside the bed were two elegant French bedside lamps that emitted a gentle glow. The bedroom also featured a separate walk-in closet filled with luxurious garments and accessories, resembling a small fashion treasure trove.
Stepping out of the bedroom, she found herself in a study. The bookshelves in the room were adorned with intricate French carvings, filled with various books. A solid wood desk stood by the window, on which rested a vintage feather quill and an open notebook.
Every corner of the villa exuded a sense of French romance and elegance, with each detail showcasing a low-key luxury that made one feel as if they were in a noble palace in France.
It was quite nice.
After nearly a year and a half of construction, she was very satisfied with the villa. From the initial design concept to the laying of each brick and tile, she had personally participated in every aspect, meticulously overseeing the process.
As she gazed at the stunning result before her, Chi Mu Jiu felt a deep sense of accomplishment. This place had become her secret sanctuary.
She had built this house without telling anyone in her family, including her father. The money for the renovations came entirely from her own earnings; she hadn’t taken a single penny from home.
She wanted to have a space that belonged entirely to her—a place where she could escape the turmoil of family life and relax freely.
It was already past six in the evening, less than an hour until the banquet began. Yet Chi Mu Jiu took her time enjoying a bath in the bathroom. The warm water soothed her body and mind, allowing her to temporarily forget the noise of the outside world, though thoughts of that man with the double doors lingered in her mind.
After finishing her bath, she moved to the dressing room to select an evening gown for that night. It wasn't until she chose a dignified yet understated light-colored dress that she finally closed the door to the dressing room with satisfaction.
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