Trillionaire's Slice of Life

September 5th, the sun was shining brightly.

In the ninety-five square meter bedroom of Imperial Mansion No. 8.

At seven in the morning, Chu Mo opened his eyes to the sound of subtle movements, and the first thing he saw was not the familiar floor-to-ceiling windows, but a huge dressing table, in front of which sat a woman with exquisite features, earnestly applying makeup.

"Mr. Chu, I woke you up."

The woman with the delicate features turned her head, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, dressed in a deep purple silk dress, which seemed to give off a faint glow in the light pouring in from the window outside because of her contact lenses.

Chu Mo, who had stretched and yawned, shook his head with a smile. He had tossed and turned until late last night, yet now he was surprisingly alert. After lightly getting up, he grabbed his phone from the bedside to check the time, saying casually,

"I mostly wake up around this time, it's a habit."

As he spoke, Chu Mo, who had been half-leaning on the bed, showed rare concern,

"How are things at the company, any tricky issues?"

The woman in front of the dressing table hesitated. She had intended to report a few matters from the company she was uncertain about to the young man, but after some thought, she gently shook her head and said soothingly,

"There's nothing too serious, I can handle it myself."

She paused for a moment, then added uncertainly, Stay updated via empire

"It's just that the top trainee has been somewhat negative lately. I've heard from Director He Qing that Ding Qian has been unsettled for several days now, making mistakes during practice, seemingly with a decreased appetite, isolated by all the other trainees. If this continues, she might be ruined before long."

Hearing this, Chu Mo shook his head slightly. He was not too keen on discussing the girl who had caused him displeasure, nor did he have the heart to ruin her. After hesitating, he said softly,

"Move her up to the third tier, give her some hope. As long as she doesn't collapse, let her be.

She still needs polishing. With a temperament like hers, too unstable, if she ever does become a major star, her achievements will be limited. This can serve as a lesson for her. If she gets through it, her future will brighten up. If not, it just proves she's not cut out to be a star."

"Alright, Mr. Chu, I'll arrange it as soon as I'm back at the company."

Gazing at the woman before him who had just been intimate with him but was still overly respectful, Chu Mo parted his lips slightly. He had wanted to tell her to be more casual, to call him by his name in the future, but on second thought, he decided not to.

Distance creates beauty. If the relationship between them became too close and the reverence was lost, he really couldn't say whether this chief maid could still maintain absolute loyalty.

At least until he became strong enough, it was better to keep a veil of mystery and not get too close to the people around him.

Chu Mo gently got up, and Qin Zixuan, who had just finished dressing, immediately came to help him dress. The beautiful CEO of Shi Yuan Entertainment, who controlled sixty billion, bent down slightly to personally a**ist Chu Mo into his slippers, then tenderly said,

"Mr. Chu, breakfast should be ready by now. Please enjoy it at your leisure. There are some matters at the company I need to attend to, so I won't be able to join you for breakfast."

Chu Mo did not insist, nodding lightly. After freshening up in the bathroom, Danny, the head butler of Mansion No. 1, and He Qing, the chief maid, simultaneously appeared in Mansion No. 8.

They brought over Chu Mo's usual toothbrush and toothpaste, facial cleanser, shower gel, and even towels. Under the a**istance of He Qing, he dressed appropriately.

Mansion No. 8 had no elevator. He descended the stairs and once he reached the living room on the first floor, Qin Zixuan's figure had already disappeared from the villa.

Qin Zixuan usually arrived at the company promptly at seven in the morning. For the past two days, to attend to Chu Mo, she had already been late twice.

Chu Mo looked around at the somewhat unfamiliar Mansion No. 8. Though this villa was also under his name, his visits here had been few and far between.

The villa had undergone a major cleaning the night before last, and Chu Mo had stayed here, then did not leave all of yesterday. Now that Mansion No. 1 was thoroughly cleaned, there was no reason for him to keep staying here.

Of course, if he wished, Chu Mo could stay indefinitely, and no one would utter a word of protest, but compared to the tens of thousands of square meters of Mansion No. 1, the mere one thousand square meters of Mansion No. 8 failed to satisfy him. Slightly uncomfortable here, he turned to ask the butler behind him,

"Is breakfast ready at home?"

"Mr. Chu, the chef has prepared a sumptuous breakfast for you."

Upon Danny's reply, Chu Mo said to the female housekeeper of Mansion No. 8,

"When Zi Xuan returns, tell her I went back already. Let her know she can find me at Mansion No. 1 if there are any problems."

After the housekeeper, a woman in her thirties radiating an intellectual aura, respectfully complied, Chu Mo stepped out of the hall.

The courtyard of Mansion No. 8 was only one thousand square meters, and the swimming pool at the entrance was several times smaller than that of Mansion No. 1. Chu Mo couldn't help but feel it was unsatisfactory as he strode away, soon returning to the familiar courtyard.

After two days of thorough cleaning, the entire courtyard was refreshed.

Chu Mo, looking at the flower beds and tree branches that were clearly redesigned and pruned, had a satisfied look in his eyes. As he passed by the tall artificial hill, he noticed that the pool beneath it seemed much enlarged, and the variety of fish in the pool had also increased.