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nShen Qian didn’t look at her, and said in a low voice, “… It’s not inconvenient.”

nSo, Shen Wan made herself at home on the southern side of the second floor.

nThis also signified her acknowledgment, although it was only granted by Shen Zongming and Shen Chunjiang.

nThe room was spacious, with a private bathroom.

nThe bed was large, covered in light blue sheets, with a dressing table on the left.

nA pair of orange sofas were casually placed near the window, and at a glance, they appeared very soft.

nShen Wan remained stationary, casting a quick glance and then a more intent one.

nOn the third glance, she decided to rearrange them, moving them to the foot of the bed.

nShe pondered that adding a snow-white cashmere rug beneath the orange sofas would make them stand out more.

nShen Wan settled into the chair with a soft thud, leaning back comfortably.

nHer gaze lingered around the room, as if sizing up some precious treasure, yet it gleamed with irony. After all, in her previous life, she had strived for seven years without being able to live on the second floor.

nKnock knock—

nA knocking sound came from the door. .

nShen Wan raised an eyebrow. “Who is it?”

n“Third Lady, I’ve brought your luggage up for you.”

nShe got up and opened the door. A maid stood at the door, holding a modest plastic suitcase. “Do you need help with organizing your clothes?”

n“No need.” After saying that, she closed the door with a bang.

nThe maid felt a touch of confusion. Wasn’t the Third Lady known for her gentleness, akin to soft dough? So why did she just…

nShe didn’t know how to describe it, but it definitely wasn’t the kind and friendly demeanor she had imagined.

nShen Wan didn’t miss the instant the door closed, the astonishment that flickered in the maid’s eyes. But so what?

nShe was performing a charade in front of the Shen family, and she had to maintain her act even in the presence of the servants. It felt excessively draining and demeaning.

nAll that effort in vain. Shen Wan had always held it in contempt.

nShe had already thrown away many old clothes before coming, so the suitcase was light.

nTaking out a few sets of clothes, neatly folding and placing them in the wardrobe, they only occupied a small corner.

nShe was truly poor.

nShen Wan couldn’t help but sigh.

nShe picked out a nightgown, held it in her hand, kicked off her shoes, and then neatly removed her white dress from the bottom up. She hummed a popular song that wouldn’t appear for a few more years and walked toward the bathroom, completely bare.

nDue to the hasty move-in, the “negligent servant” hadn’t prepared toiletries yet. Shen Wan sneered; Yang Lan’s status was nothing impressive.

nContrasted with the poised mistress of the house she would evolve into in four years, someone adept at masking her emotions with a gentle demeanor, Yang Lan seemed as inexperienced as an unripe fruit.

nWell, at this time, Shen Chunjiang hadn’t shattered her heart yet. People, after all, grow through a series of trials and tribulations.

nThankfully, she had her own toothbrush, towel, and soap with her, even though they might be basic, they were enough.

nShen Wan didn’t shower for too long and didn’t use the bathtub.

nOnce she was dry, she slipped into a cotton nightgown. She released her previously tied-up long hair, allowing her naturally straight black locks to adopt a soft, wavy texture.

nAmong all the furniture in the room, her favorite, besides the small sofa, was the full-length mirror.

nStanding in front of it, she took a look, made sure there were no major issues, then casually picked up a glass and headed downstairs.

nOn the spiral staircase, coincidentally, she bumped into Shen Qian.

nShe went downstairs as he went upstairs.

nThe man was dressed in casual home attire, evidently having finished grooming.

nThe living room’s light cast a glow on his profile, causing Shen Wan to involuntarily think of a phrase — “a chance encounter with beauty.”

nShe was somewhat taken aback, perhaps due to embarrassment or simply not knowing how to start a conversation.

nShen Qian, like a behavioral psychologist, unconsciously inferred her psychological activity through the girl’s gestures.

nCould it be that this gave him a sense of accomplishment?

nHeh!

nFinally mustering her courage, the girl timidly called out, “Brother…”

nShen Qian’s nose itched a little, and he moved it slightly.

n“Hmm.” His tone was faint, perhaps slightly insincere.

nThe girl, however, didn’t feel slighted. Instead, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as if she were delighted to receive even a single word of response from him.

n“Then I’ll go downstairs to get some water…” She gestured with the glass in her hand.

nShen Qian no longer looked at her; in fact, he had already averted his gaze long ago, though his peripheral vision lingered.

nIn that passing moment, they went their separate ways. The girl’s post-bath fragrance stubbornly wafted into his nostrils.

nHeh… It was actually the scent of Lux soap.

nShen Wan walked to the living room, stood in front of the water dispenser waiting for it to heat up. Meanwhile, the man’s footsteps gradually faded away on the second floor. The sound of the door closing finally came, and she truly let out a sigh of relief.

nShen Qian, the Shen family’s young master, held the position of actual controlling shareholder and CEO at Tian Shui Real Estate, a subsidiary of the Mingda Group. Raised as the heir by the Old Master Shen since childhood, despite being just 24 years old, his abilities were quite remarkable.

nThe steady growth of Tian Shui Real Estate was enough evidence of his exceptional business acumen.

nIn her past life, she had retaliated against Shen Yan’s insults by pouring water on her head. As a consequence, this man had responded with a powerful slap that resulted in her left ear’s permanent deafness.

nShen Wan raised her hand and touched her left earlobe; the buzzing sensation seemed to have returned.

nShe shivered.

nIt was Shen Qian, the one who personally taught her the first lesson in the Shen family.

nThe memory remained vivid, “unforgettable” even as she started anew. Rest assured, one day she would pay it back.

nShe took half a cup of hot water, then mixed it with half a cup of cold water, holding it in her hands as she prepared to head upstairs.

nSuddenly, the door to the study on the left opened, and Shen Chunjiang emerged, squinting his eyes and tiredly massaging his temples. .

nShen Wan suddenly smiled.

nHolding the glass, she approached, “Dad—”

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