Chapter 34.2

Opposite the elevator was a window. Looking down, the view was breathtaking, with a small community garden nearby and a distant view of Nan’an city, skyscrapers towering everywhere.

Song Wei glanced around and commented, “President Chen, you’re really rich.”

From the environment to the location, this apartment probably cost as much as two of hers.

When the door opened, Song Wei was again surprised. Snowflake couldn’t wait to slip out of her arms and quickly began exploring the new home.

Perhaps because there was little furniture, the entire living and dining area was far bigger than she had imagined. A full wall of floor-to-ceiling windows offered an astonishing view.

Song Wei revised her initial thoughts—it was likely three times the size of her home.

When he had transferred the property to her name, Song Wei had signed the papers without paying attention to the size. Now, suppressing her astonishment, she asked, “Is the other one this big too?”

“No, that one’s smaller, around 200 square meters.”

“…”

Song Wei’s family wasn’t short of money, and neither was she, but both Song Gaoyi and Yang Yingqiu were frugal people. At this moment, Song Wei felt that Chen Jubai was being a bit extravagant. Did one person really need such a large house?

However, thinking about the scale of Guangnian, it didn’t seem unreasonable. After all, he was a rising tech mogul and a boss. She couldn’t view him with the mentality of an average citizen.

Song Wei smiled, her eyes crescent-shaped. “Looks like I married the right person.”

“I think so too,” he replied.

Song Wei shot him a playful glare. “You’re shameless.”

She pushed her suitcase inside, then turned back. “Where are we sleeping?”

“The room at the far end,” he replied.

Song Wei walked to the very back. There were two rooms on either side, and she first opened one door, only to freeze in place.

The room was entirely unfamiliar, like a laboratory, with various test tubes on the central table and small bottles lined up on shelves.

The air was thick with mixed fragrances, all blending into an overwhelming scent that she couldn’t clearly identify.

Chen Jubai came up behind her and explained, “This is a perfume studio.”

Song Wei suddenly remembered he had mentioned liking certain fragrances and realized, “Is this your hobby?”

“Kind of, but I plan to take it down in a few days.”

“Why? Leave it here.”

Chen Jubai smiled. “No need to keep it. Besides, there aren’t many rooms here, so it needs to be cleared to make space for something else.”

“Something else?” she asked.

“Nursery room.”

Song Wei froze, her face turning red. She quickly retreated, muttering, “Whatever you want.”

She then opened the other room.

The master bedroom was still spacious, with a walk-in closet larger than her small bedroom.

However, like the living room, there wasn’t much furniture, and the decor was still minimalist in black, white, and gray, making the room feel empty and impersonal—lacking warmth, as if it were not a home.

Chen Jubai spoke up from behind, “Let’s go shopping later. We can buy some stuff. If you don’t like the bedsheets and quilts, we’ll get new ones.”

She definitely needed to buy some things. If she ended up sleeping here, waking up in the middle of the night might make her think she had gone to hell.

Song Wei kept walking inside. A glance to the side caught her eye—a scarf she had lost long ago, sitting on the bedside table.

She clearly remembered asking him about it the night she lost it. He had said it wasn’t in his car. She didn’t have time to go back to the noodle shop the next day. By the third day, passing by after work, she remembered it and asked the shop owner, but he claimed not to recall it, suggesting a customer might have taken it.

It was just a scarf, so she didn’t dwell on it.

Now, staring at it in astonishment, Song Wei turned and confirmed, “This is…?”

Chen Jubai had forgotten about it, too. His gaze flickered uneasily as he answered, “Yes, it’s yours.”