Trillionaire's Slice of Life

She had drunk last night and was uncomfortable, made worse by worry, fear, and all sorts of wild thoughts that kept her awake all night. Now her mind was a mess as she sat up straight on the soft, large bed. Unlike her original cramped rental room, this bedroom alone was seventy to eighty square meters, and the vast space and luxurious furniture continuously gave her an unreal feeling.

The blanket covering her was light and soft goose down, a type she had seen online, costing tens of thousands of RMB just for one. Of course, compared to the extravagance of the whole villa, this seemed trivial.

Her gaze swept the enormous bedroom, her mind in a haze. Zhou Zilan, feeling like she was floating in the clouds, gave her head a hard knock as the events of the previous night surfaced in her mind like a movie. At that moment, she finally confirmed that all of this was not a dream—she had truly struck it rich from this moment on.

Getting out of bed, she saw two sets of clothes laid out in front of her, one being her own red dress worth three hundred RMB, and the other a very luxurious Louis Vuitton.

After a moment of hesitation, she chose to put on her own dress.

Carrying a dreamlike mood, she went to the bathroom. After freshening up, she carefully made her way from the third floor to the first-floor hall.

As soon as Zhou Zilan appeared, the middle-aged female housekeeper, who had served her the previous night, bowed along with eight maids, saying crisply:

"Good morning, Miss!"

"Miss, breakfast is ready. Since we didn't know your preferences, I asked the chef to prepare a variety of dishes. If there's anything you particularly like, please feel free to order."

Eight maids, plus one housekeeper—all from the Magic City, trained to be extremely professional. Zhou Zilan didn't know much about these people, and she hadn't fully accustomed herself to her new status either, so she was somewhat cautious, afraid of making any blunder that might be laughed at.

Arriving at the dining room, she found the breakfast to be lavish, with at least twenty or thirty exquisite dishes laid out on the table, including familiar steamed buns and soy milk with deep-fried dough sticks, and even lobster and fish.

Zhou Zilan was not picky and tried a bit of everything. Unnoticed by her, the middle-aged housekeeper closely watched her expressions, noting down any dishes she seemed to particularly enjoy the moment they delighted her.

She was halfway through her breakfast when suddenly the roar of an engine came from the door. Zhou Zilan looked up in surprise, but before she could ask, the housekeeper beside her immediately said respectfully:

"It should be the sports car Mr. Chu ordered. Miss Zhou might not know, but Mr. Chu has a rule: anyone who receives his recognition gets gifted his own car. The fact that you've received Mr. Chu's car means you've earned his approval."

Upon hearing this, a surge of excitement unexpectedly welled up inside Zhou Zilan. Her eyes widened as she asked crisply,

"Chu Mo... What kind of car does Mr. Chu have?"

"To reply to the Miss, it's a Koenigsegg One:1. As far as I'm aware, Mr. Chu only drove it three times, with a total mileage of less than two hundred kilometers—not even through its break-in period. Mr. Chu procured this car by pulling some strings, and it's valued at 120 million!"

As the housekeeper finished speaking, the spoon in Zhou Zilan's hand suddenly dropped to the floor.