By the time I reached thirty, I hadn't managed to provide any of the happiness I wanted for my wife. I also still couldn't become the support my parents relied on. At this turning point in my fate, my income suddenly began to increase randomly. (A daily life tale in a wealthy family setting, featuring a single female lead and no harem.)
Dayi Villa was built against a mountain.
It was entirely custom-designed by a famous master, appearing like three stacked boxes from above, each level twisting in a different direction.
From every angle, one could capture the breathtaking views.
The first thing that caught one's eye was the Qi School's sculptures and the water features of the garden.
As one entered the first-floor foyer, a three-meter-high Rococo crystal chandelier hung above.
The house also had a private elevator for the master, directly outside both the male master's Zen tea room
and the large outdoor swimming pool outside the female master's room, where one could swim while overlooking the scenic beauty of the mountains.
No wonder his wife insisted on buying this house—it truly was beautiful.
Every corner displayed a luxurious yet unpretentious perfect charm.
In such a big house, eating a Chinese and Western dinner, could you imagine that feeling?