Soul of the rich

The heavy blackout floor-to-ceiling curtains slowly slid open amidst the sound of electric current, and the light penetrated into the dark room. The bedroom of more than 20 square meters was empty at a glance, with only a bed, a table, a chair, and a cabinet.

The things on the table are as simple as a standard room in a hotel, a multifunctional water glass, two books, a wristwatch-style optical computer, and a gorgeous carved wooden box that is incompatible with the style of this room.

There wasn't even a coat rack in the room, and the higher doorknob of the closet served as a makeshift hook for a coat hanger on which a fine suit hung.

After the curtains slid open, the windows popped open automatically without the permission of the owner. In an instant, the cold wind of the winter morning poured in along with the sound of the band practicing from far and near.

The young man lying on the bed was stimulated by the cold wind and tried his best to shrink his neck, trying to bury himself in the not-so-thick quilt.

Before he could struggle for more than ten seconds, a sharp and harsh female voice sounded from the indoor communicator installed somewhere in the house, with a very respectful tone, "Master, it's time to get up. Please arrive at the restaurant within 10 minutes. After the sentence was finished, there was no immediate answer. The voice raised an octave and became sharper, "Master, are you listening? The stylist has arrived, please hurry up."

Arms poked out from under the quilt, goosebumps immediately appeared, Wen Zhiyuan pressed a button on the bedside, the other end heard the ringing of the bell, and responded respectfully, "Good morning, master, your breakfast is ready alright."

Wen Zhiyuan pressed the button again, this time there was no sound and no one responded.

He got out from under the quilt, tremblingly reached out to touch the clothes that were under the quilt yesterday, put a sleeve on his body, looked up to see the closet, remembered the notice he received yesterday, sighed, jumped out of bed and started He quickly closed the window, and then went to the bathroom. While washing his face, his fingertips inadvertently brushed the earlobe that had just scabbed over, and looked sideways at the mirror. The newly pierced ears were still red and swollen.

The young man in the mirror has light chestnut soft hair, fair skin, slightly long almond-shaped eyes, dark brown pupils half covered by thick eyelashes, and the bridge of the nose looks a bit delicate for a man, but it matches the light crimson thin lips very well .

Wen Zhiyuan wiped his face vigorously a few times. From their point of view, this face is probably the most valuable in their whole body.According to their requirements, they wiped off the water stains on their face and hair before changing into the expensive suit.

He neatly folded the quilt, walked to the table, paused, and opened the gorgeous wooden box, which contained two custom-made jewel cuffs and a diamond earring.

Wen Zhiyuan sighed, made a low sound of [Ah...], awkwardly put the earrings on the still swollen earlobes, buttoned the cuffs quietly, hid the light brain in the cuffs, picked up the two The book turned and went out.

Just as she opened the bedroom door, she bumped into the maid who was urging to knock on the door. The middle-aged aunt in a white apron frowned and complained, "Master, you are too slow, everyone is waiting for you."

Wen Zhiyuan ignored her, and handed the two books in her hand to her. There was a written note on it, "Help me send it back to the study on the west side of the first floor."

The maid complained all the way, and she didn't close her mouth until she approached the restaurant. From a distance, she heard a pretty girl's voice complaining in the restaurant, "... I really take myself seriously, a mute, it's not too bad I started shaking, dare to let everyone wait for him to eat..."

A soft female voice interrupted her, "What are you talking about, it's your brother after all!"

As Wen Zhiyuan's footsteps approached the restaurant, his voice dropped. The maid standing at the door helped him lift the curtain made of pure-colored ore, and everyone in the restaurant looked towards the door.

The middle-aged man sitting on the main seat looked kindly, and pointed to the seat on his right, "Xiao Yuan, come and sit beside Dad."

Wen Zhiyuan looked at the seat, next to Wen Song, opposite Wen Song's current wife, Du Jing, and Du Jingsheng's siblings, Wen Chengyue and Wen Chengxing, next to him.

At this time Wen Chengxing was eating breakfast without saying a word, Wen Chengyue stared at him blankly for a moment, then stared at his clothes with some malice, and glanced at him dissatisfied before looking at her plate again, Du Jing smiled kindly.

Wen Zhiyuan walked over silently, and the butler who had been standing there opened up an empty seat for him to sit down. Breakfast was already set up in front of him, including bacon, omelette, bread, and a glass of milk, all without a trace of heat.

Looking around at the people who had already eaten more than half, Wen Zhiyuan silently took a sip of the cold milk, and quietly bit the bread slices.

After a few bites, Wen Chengyue and Wen Chengxing finished eating first, then Du Jing also put down the tableware, and then Wen Song also finished eating, he put down the knife and fork, picked up the hot towel handed over by the butler, wiped his hands, and coughed lightly "Xiao Yuan, do you still remember what the teacher said a few days ago?"

Wen Zhiyuan paused with the fork in his hand, looked at the four people staring at him, felt depressed, put down the fork, and nodded.

"That's good." Wen Song looked at him carefully, and felt that among the same family background on S star, there were not many people who could look better than his son. Even if there were, they probably wouldn't come here, so he felt more satisfied , "Go to the stylist after breakfast, and review Colonel Qi's preferences again. He will come over in the afternoon, and then you can take a stroll with him."

Wen Chengyue snorted, Du Jing gave her a warning look, she stopped making a sound, and looked at Wen Zhiyuan's skin with some jealousy, and wanted to go back to her room to try on clothes, but she didn't dare to move.

Wen Zhiyuan nodded as usual, after thinking for a while, he took out a note from his pocket, which had written on it, 【I promised earlier, can I see my mother? 】Wen Song was stunned for a moment, a cold look flashed across his face, and he quickly looked at him kindly, "Your mother is very good, how many times have I told you, don't worry about so many things when you are young." Seeing that Wen Zhiyuan pushed the note forward again, he gestured to the back displeasedly, "Old Zhang, please make arrangements, and bring Xiaoyuan to contact Bai Si remotely later."

Du Jing smiled lightly, "This is about deciding a major event in life, and I'm nervous, can I feel at ease after seeing my mother?"

Wen Zhiyuan didn't look at her, nodded to Wensong, took back the note, took out a pen from his pocket, and wrote on it, "Where's the stylist?"

Wen Song smiled better, "Just follow Lao Zhang." After thinking for a while, he greeted a manservant standing by the door, "Go and bring the folding optical brain sent by the capital yesterday to the young master." Turning his face away He patted Wen Zhiyuan's hand again, "Colonel Qi came from the capital, and the electronic products are updated quickly there. I specially asked them to bring you the latest model. Don't write any notes in the future."

Wen Zhiyuan nodded, stood up silently and walked out behind Lao Zhang.

As soon as he went out, Wen Chengxing frowned and looked at Wen Song, "Dad, didn't you give him the optical brain I wanted?"

Wen Song glared at him with a smile, and said in a casually pampering tone, "How old is a child, and he still cares about an optical brain. Yours will be delivered tomorrow, so let him use this first."

Wen Chengyue randomly stirred the remaining coffee in the quilt with a spoon, pouted at Wensong, "Dad, you are becoming more and more partial."

Du Jing patted the back of her hand reproachfully, "What are you talking about, it's not all for your own good, and you won't be afraid of Dad being sad if you say such things."

Wen Song laughed loudly. This daughter is first-class in appearance, smart, and even capable of S-level. In his opinion, a little arrogance should be done. If nothing comes out, I'll be really angry."

Wen Chengyue had a wink, and when Du Jing stared at her, she knew she had said what she had said, so she stood up and sat on the vacant seat left by Wen Zhiyuan, and put her arm around Wen Song's arm, "Oh, dad, do you take it seriously when I'm angry?" I'm so jealous of Wen Zhiyuan's clothes~ I don't even have a few custom-made clothes! Dad loves me the most, and I know it."

Wen Song is the most useful for her daughter's acting like a baby, and she promises that after a few days, Wen Chengyue will go to Capital Star to customize this season's new style.

The family enjoyed themselves happily, and Wen Zhiyuan followed the butler at a leisurely pace to the newly furnished room at the other end of the long corridor. Katie, the etiquette stylist invited from Capital Star, has been living here for a while.

The housekeeper knocked on the door, and Katie poked her head out in a bunny pajamas with messy hair. Seeing Wen Zhiyuan's eyes lit up, she dragged him to look around a few times, and laughed, "Haha, I just said you are suitable." For this model, the narrow waist can show your long legs and buttocks, it’s true.”

Wen Zhiyuan blushed slightly, avoiding the paws on his buttocks. After getting along with her for a while, he already knew this Katie's character, so he was not angry.

Butler Zhang explained to Katie that everything was ready at [-]:[-] p.m. and planned to leave, but Wen Zhiyuan grabbed his cuff all of a sudden, "Master?" Looking at Wen Zhiyuan's frowning, it seemed as if he suddenly realized, "Ah, I Go get you a communication optical brain, and be back within half an hour."

Wen Zhiyuan let go, Zhang Butler straightened his waist and left slowly, Katie grabbed Wen Zhiyuan's shoulder and looked over, "Che, everyone in the Wen's mansion is quite annoying, except you." She touched it again. Wen Zhiyuan's face said, "Tsk tsk, this skin, in Gu Huaxia's words, should be natural beauty, I'm not wrong."

Wen Zhiyuan nodded with a smile, pulled up a chair and sat down, and waved his hands to let Katie take care of herself.

Katie rushed into the bathroom, and after washing up, she sat in front of the huge makeup box to clean herself, chatting with Wen Zhiyuan at the same time, "Where Guangnao is, you open the email at 11 o'clock last night by yourself, this Qi Jingyan is gossiping." The news comes out almost every month, and many of them are intercepted by the Qi family and cannot be published in the newspapers, thanks to my friend who is a reporter and can get inside information."

Wen Zhiyuan opened the not-too-big attachment, first there was a paragraph summarizing, with two lines marked in red and bold in the middle, [There have been three marriages in the five years since adulthood, all of which were same-sex marriages, and both partners have died]