Trillionaire's Slice of Life

She picked up the blue liquid in front of her, about to take a sip, when the cellphone in her bag rang untimely.

She didn't want to answer it because her intuition told her that her rare relaxation tonight would be ruined if she did.

But she couldn't just ignore it, Qin Zixuan was no longer the girl who had nothing, she was now the chairman of a super-company valued at 60 billion, managing over a thousand employees. She knew that she could no longer afford to be willful.

"Miss, drinking alone can be so lonely, it's destiny when we meet, my name is...

The supposedly handsome guy across continued to blabber. Qin Zixuan quickly sized him up from head to toe, noticing his black pants, white shirt, a men's watch on his wrist worth no more than three thousand, and a pair of Erke leather shoes…

He was a city white-collar worker with a salary topping out at ten thousand a month, and still had to pay expensive rent; a single pair of her crystal shoes would take him a year to afford.

Qin Zixuan withdrew her gaze and took the cellphone out of her bag, then pressed the answer button.

"Director Qin, there's an emergency. One of our frontline artists, Chen Jiajia, was caught by the paparazzi shopping with a guy, and now the issue is fermenting on Weibo…"

Qin Zixuan immediately stood up, grabbed her purse from the bar, and as she strode away, she said:

"Activate the company's emergency plan immediately, have the PR team report to the company at once, contact Weibo to see if the post can be removed, and meanwhile, find the source of the post...

As Qin Zixuan was leaving, the bartender behind her suddenly said:

"Miss, you haven't paid for your Blue Enchantress…"

Before the bartender finished speaking, a tall man dressed in a black suit came over, threw some red bills onto the bar, and said coldly as he turned to leave:

"This is for our Miss's drink."

The bartender immediately shut up. As the man in black left, he glared fiercely at the white-collar young man beside the bar attempting to chat her up and then quickly departed.

...

At one twenty in the morning, a Bugatti slowly stopped in the courtyard of Imperial Mansion No. 8. A weary Qin Zixuan got out of the car, and behind her an Audi A8 also parked. A man and a woman got out and immediately followed Qin Zixuan.

She was used to such things, but what surprised her slightly was the unusual silence of the mansion that day. Normally, no matter how late she returned, the maids and butler should have come to greet her, but today, there was nothing. Your next read is at empire

Although she found it strange, she didn't think much of it. After all, this was Imperial Mansion, with security measures she absolutely trusted, not to mention two bodyguards were following her, so there was really nothing to worry about.

As she stepped into the hall, she immediately saw the young man sitting on the sofa reading a book.

Her heart skipped a beat, and all her weariness vanished instantly. Qin Zixuan approached him with revived spirits and took the initiative to speak:

"Mr. Chu."

The young man sitting quietly on the sofa put down his book, rubbed his sore eyes, and said with a touch of emotion:

"Zi Xuan, do you work so late every day before coming home? The company is important, but your health is more so. Don't exhaust yourself."

Feeling a warm surge in her heart, Qin Zixuan nodded respectfully. She stood gently beside the young man and said earnestly:

"The company is just getting on the right track now, and after this period, everything will be better."

The man opposite didn't say much. He gently rose to his feet and walked towards the dining table, his face full of concern:

"I made the meal myself, and I didn't expect you to come only now. The food has all gotten cold. I'll go warm it up, please wait."

Qin Zixuan naturally didn't dare to let him warm the food for her. She immediately stepped forward and bent slightly, saying:

"Mr. Chu, there's no need to warm it up, I'm not that hungry anyway. I'll just eat a little to fill the stomach."

The young man didn't insist, and the two of them sat down. The male and female bodyguards that had followed them had already left, and now, in the entire No. 8 villa, only Qin Zixuan and the young man were present.

"My No. 1 villa is undergoing a thorough cleaning, your maids and bodyguards were called over to help out. The guest will be arriving the day after tomorrow... no, it's already past midnight, so they should be coming today. That's why the butler decided to clean the villa overnight.

I had nowhere to go, so I could only make do and stay at your place tonight. How do you find the meal, is it to your satisfaction? Just so you know, I don't have the skillset of your top chefs."

As the young man seated at the head of the table spoke with a smile, Qin Zixuan picked up the white rice in front of her. She gently picked up a piece of the already cold dish and put it in her mouth, not knowing whether it was because she was hungry, but she thought it tasted really delicious.

"Mr. Chu, your cooking skills are really great. I wish I had half of your culinary talent."

"Zi Xuan, you've also learned to flatter people now."

Despite what he said, a hint of a smile lingered at the bottom of the young man's eyes.

Qin Zixuan ate her rice unhurriedly, seeing that the atmosphere was quite pleasant. Suddenly remembering the favor Zhan Bingxue had asked of her, she casually broached the subject:

"Mr. Chu, you're conducting such a serious cleaning. Are you receiving some noble guest?"

When Qin Zixuan spoke, although she appeared calm, her little heart was frantically pounding. She first stealthily observed the young man opposite, and seeing no particular change in his expression, she slowly became more at ease.

After a moment of silence, the young man suddenly spoke:

"There's nothing much to hide. It's an heir of the Rothschild family who's coming over, the Rothschild family—do you know of them? It's that ancient family that once held half the world's wealth. I have to discuss a business deal with this Rothschild heir, and since they are traveling from afar, naturally, they should be treated well."

As the young man's indifferent words fell, Qin Zixuan's heart once again began to beat rapidly.

She had always been curious about the identity of the young Mr. Chu, but had never had any real proof, and now, the only thing Qin Zixuan could be certain of was that the Mr. Chu sitting in front of her probably had a colossal backer, one that wasn't inferior to that of the Rothschild family.

The Rothschild family possessed a colossal fortune of fifty trillion, and given the dreadful financial power the young man had displayed recently, it's likely that the strength behind him wouldn't be less than fifty trillion either.

With this thought in mind, the weariness at the bottom of her heart vanished, and Qin Zixuan, who had gently put down her chopsticks, looked up slightly. She looked seriously at the handsome and tall man in front of her, with a solemn voice she said:

"Mr. Chu, since all the maids are cleaning the restrooms and sweeping the courtyards, allow me to serve you with your bath and dressing tonight. I was trained at Emperor Xuan, where I learned massage. Shall I help you relax your muscles tonight?"

The man opposite smiled with his eyes, nodded gently, and said with a warm tone:

"That sounds good."

As the words fell, Qin Zixuan's beautiful cheeks had already turned a shade of crimson.