novelraw Chapter 303: The Young and Handsome Billionaire
Chapter 303: The Young and Handsome Billionaire
In the second-floor guest bedroom.
It took a while for everyone to recover from their astonishment.
“This villa is just… there are no words.”
“Absolutely, the environment, property management, and amenities at Shengyuan Scenic Residence are all top-notch. A villa like this... wow!”
“And that basement—it’s not damp at all, with great air quality. Softie loves working out; she won’t even need a gym membership anymore.”
“Don’t get me started on the media room. I’m so jealous!”
Lv Feifei touched the leather sofa and glanced around at the furniture and decor, clenching her hands tightly.
“The living room sofa and dining table are custom pieces from Lexington, the small sofas are by Minotti, and the kitchen appliances are from Miele…”
After listing everything for a while, her tone turned complex. “The renovation alone must have cost as much as buying a luxury apartment here.”
Wang Feng’e’s mouth twitched, her cheeks trembling.Qian Mingfeng and Sun Jie were equally shocked.
Although their family had bought a 130-square-meter apartment outright, it had been only after selling another property to gather the funds. They saw it as an excellent investment, but the renovations only involved swapping some furniture and appliances, costing just over 200,000 yuan in total.
Qian Guixiang sat on the bed with Wen Jianxin, her face flushed as she gazed blankly at the view outside.
Wang Feng’e swallowed hard and weakly asked, “Second Sister, what does Tang Song’s family actually do?”
“Well…” Qian Guixiang shook her head. “I’m not sure. I heard it’s something to do with live-stream e-commerce. He’s a C... something at a big company, in charge of tech.”
“CTO!” Lv Feifei interjected immediately.
Qian Guixiang clapped her thigh. “Yes, yes! CTO. That’s it. I heard it from Mingli before; he used to work in tech.”
As Wen Ruan’s best friend, Hu Mingli often visited their home, so Qian Guixiang knew her well. Once news of Wen Ruan’s boyfriend broke, she promptly asked Hu Mingli and Zhang Ziqi about him. That’s when she learned Tang Song was actually a blind date Hu Mingli had introduced.
Qian Mingfeng stood at the doorway, looking at the villa’s luxurious decor with wide eyes. “I wonder if it’s his own money or his family’s? Auntie, they’ve only been together a few months. Can he really give this house to Sister Ruan?”
Her uncle, Qian Chengjun, shook his head earnestly. “That’s hard to say. Tang Song gives off an air... how to put it? The kind of poise and presence that you only get from having billions at your disposal. And he clearly dotes on Ruan Ruan. If their relationship stays steady, who knows what’ll happen.”
A straightforward businessman, Qian Chengjun’s attitude shifted as soon as he recognized Tang Song’s capabilities. Now, he only had good things to say. A connection of this level was rare in Yan City, far beyond his reach. Who knew? Maybe this could lead to opportunities for him down the line.
Wang Feng’e smacked her lips. “If he could transfer the house directly to Ruan Ruan’s name, that’d be perfect. Second Sister, Brother-in-law, why don’t you subtly ask her if there’s any chance?”
Qian Guixiang was startled and stammered, “No, no way! We can’t ask that! It doesn’t have to be fully transferred—just living here is enough. If they can add her name in the future, that’d be ideal.”
Earlier, they had seen plenty of things Wen Ruan liked in the gym, media room, and office. Even the toiletries in the bathroom were all La Mer products that their daughter frequently used. Tang Song’s attention to detail had already eased Qian Guixiang’s initial concerns.
For Tang Song to spend so much money tailoring the house to her daughter’s tastes showed genuine sincerity. Expecting him to transfer the title outright felt too greedy. If Wen Ruan’s name could be added someday, that would be a dream come true.
Qian Guixiang couldn’t help but marvel at her daughter’s incredible luck. It was a good thing her earlier blind dates hadn’t worked out!
Little Wang, Little Li, or Gu Cheng—none of them could hold a candle to Tang Song.
Outside the guest bedroom, the group stepped onto the wooden flooring and walked to the master bedroom.
“Knock, knock, knock—” Someone tapped on the slightly open door.
Qian Guixiang softly called, “Ruan Ruan, Tang Song.”
Wen Ruan emerged from the walk-in closet. “We’re here, Mom. Does this bedroom look familiar to you?”
Her eyes were red, but her face carried a radiant smile.
Qian Guixiang entered the master bedroom and paused, visibly stunned.
The layout and style were strikingly similar to Wen Ruan’s current room but on a much grander scale, with higher-end furnishings that exuded luxury and elegance. Additionally, the balcony and private lounge area seamlessly connected, creating a cozy yet upscale ambiance.
“So thoughtful!” Qian Guixiang exclaimed, clutching her daughter’s arm tightly as tears glistened in her eyes.
The others exchanged glances, their faces full of emotion as they turned their gaze to Tang Song. Each person’s expression was unique.
Initially, their visit was simply out of curiosity to see Tang Song’s villa at Shengyuan Scenic Residence. Who would’ve thought it would turn into this?
“This walk-in closet is massive! And gorgeous!” Sun Jie’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
Her and Qian Mingfeng’s new home had a walk-in closet in the master bedroom, but it was less than five square meters, with an L-shaped layout and multi-layer hanging rods. In comparison, this closet was at least 13 or 14 square meters.
It featured a U-shaped design with open shelving, separate sections for shoes and bags, a comfortable bench, and a central island.
Lv Feifei touched the leather-and-wood combination cabinetry and surveyed the surroundings, her eyes filled with envy.
Although she and her husband lived in Shanghai and earned high salaries, they couldn’t match the residential experience here—especially not a closet like this. It was perfect!
No woman could resist the allure of filling such a space.
Seeing their reactions, Wen Ruan’s smile grew, and she tilted her head slightly, a trace of pride flashing across her face.
As the person at the center of it all, no one was happier than her.
Her childhood was spent in a rural village house, and those memories still surfaced in her dreams. After their old home was demolished and construction stalled, her family began a long journey of renting and moving, with no permanent place to call their own.
It wasn’t until she earned enough to buy a home at Oasis View Garden that she finally had a space to truly call her own.
Now, seeing the villa Tang Song had meticulously prepared, her heart was deeply moved.
Though she genuinely loved Tang Song, the material fulfillment heightened her affection, making it more passionate and resolute. She even felt less worried about coming clean to her parents later.
“Ah, right!” Tang Song suddenly interrupted his chat with Qian Chengjun and walked toward the corner of the walk-in closet.
Everyone’s attention immediately focused on him.
He opened a cabinet door.
“Click, click—” A small safe was revealed.
Tang Song pulled out a thick document folder and smiled as he walked over to Wen Ruan.
Seeing her slightly reddened eyes, he spoke softly, “Inside are the property deed, purchase agreement, keys, access cards, electricity cards, and so on. Once you have time, go through the transfer process. If there’s anything about the house you’re not happy with, let me know, and I’ll have the renovation company fix it.”
“Boom—”
The room was silent, yet everyone felt as though a thunderclap had struck, deafening and utterly shocking them.
A 20-million-yuan villa in Shengyuan Scenic Residence!
He was actually giving it to Wen Ruan?!
And they weren’t even married yet! Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novèlfire.net
Just this villa alone would guarantee Wen Ruan a secure life for the rest of her days.
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the room.
Beside her, Qian Guixiang’s legs gave way, and she leaned heavily against the wardrobe with a thud, nearly collapsing.
Wen Jianxin trembled all over, his mouth gaping wider and wider.
As Wen Ruan’s parents, they struggled to absorb the overwhelming surprise. Their family had worked tirelessly for years to buy a modest 90-square-meter, two-bedroom apartment in Oasis View Garden. Now, this rare luxury villa was practically dropped into their laps, leaving them utterly stunned. It was a bigger shock than winning the lottery.
Lv Feifei’s lips quivered. Even someone as worldly as her was dumbfounded by this unexpected bombshell.
Letting Wen Ruan live here was one thing, but transferring the property to her was an entirely different matter.
This meant Tang Song was the sole owner of the villa and could give it away without any family approval. The implications of this were staggering.
Staring at the plain document folder, Wen Ruan bit her lower lip hard. Her thick lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, trembling at an impossibly high frequency. Her chest heaved with emotion, betraying her exhilaration.
After a moment, she shook her head, her voice dry. “This isn’t necessary. Really, it’s not.”
The night Tang Song traveled all the way to Beijing for her, she had already resolved her feelings and made her choice.
“Take it. I’m serious.” Tang Song gently pressed the folder into her hands, leaning slightly forward and gazing calmly into her eyes.
Wen Ruan’s chosen growth path as a Companion was the 【Difficult Mode: Media Queen】—a journey to becoming a career-driven powerhouse with leadership and team management skills. The system rewards for this path were all career-focused resources and connections, unlike Zhao Yaqian’s immediate benefits of real estate, a trust fund, and startup funding.
But Wen Ruan’s potential was far greater, with broader future prospects. Tang Song’s role was to ensure her material needs were met and to reassure her parents and relatives that Wen Ruan’s future would undoubtedly be filled with happiness.
Everyone instinctively opened their mouths to speak but couldn’t utter a single word.
“Phew—”
Wen Ruan exhaled sharply, the warm breath brushing against Tang Song. She clutched the folder tightly, murmured a quiet “thank you,” then stepped forward to hug him again, nestling her face into his neck.
This time, her embrace was extraordinarily gentle.
After an internal struggle, she ultimately accepted the gesture, though she had no intention of transferring the property to her name.
She trusted him and loved him. Tang Song’s heartfelt gesture was more than enough. If they couldn’t get married yet, this was a compelling reason not to rush things. Being a career woman was one thing, but having this villa meant her parents would feel secure about her future, eliminating any pressure they might place on her.
In the quiet walk-in closet, Qian Guimei, Qian Guixiang, Lv Feifei, and Qian Chengjun all stood in silence, watching the scene unfold.
Each person wore a different expression, reflecting their unique emotions and thoughts.
A sudden voice broke the silence. “Oh dear!”
“Mom, are you alright?” Qian Chengjun asked anxiously.
Wen Ruan’s grandmother leaned against her son, patting her chest. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just… too overwhelmed.”
Among her children, Qian Guixiang and her husband had always struggled the most. Seeing Wen Ruan find such an extraordinary boyfriend and even receive a luxury villa stirred a mix of emotions in her heart.
Qian Guimei quickly suggested, “Mom’s health isn’t great. Let’s help her rest for a while.”
With this small interruption, everyone except Wen Jianxin and Qian Guixiang began to recover from the shock. After all, they weren’t the direct beneficiaries, and the villa had little to do with them.
Wen Ruan approached her grandmother. “Grandma, why don’t you lie down on the bed for a while?”
“No need, no need. Sitting here is just fine. My body’s getting old; everything I do feels clumsy.”
After some bustling about, the group settled in the master bedroom’s lounge area, exchanging idle chatter on inconsequential topics. But their gazes frequently darted toward the document folder in Wen Ruan’s hands, creating an air of subtle tension.
Tang Song maintained his usual calm and gentle demeanor, but it was clear the others could no longer view him with the same mindset.
Sun Jie quietly offered, “Sis, when are you moving? Mingfeng and I are free and can help anytime. I may be pregnant, but I can still help pack up your clothes.”
Qian Mingfeng nodded earnestly. “Exactly, Sis. Just call me whenever you need help.”
Unconsciously, both had changed how they addressed her.
Noticing her husband’s enthusiasm, Wang Feng’e quickly chimed in. “Oh, I happen to be around Shengyuan Scenic Residence these days to help Sun Jie. When the time comes, I’ll come over to help too!”
She then smiled warmly at Qian Guimei. “Second Sister, we’re not just relatives anymore; we’re neighbors! We have to visit each other often.”
“Ruan Ruan, if you’re ever too busy with work to cook, just come over to your cousin’s house for meals!”
Her overly enthusiastic tone lightened the atmosphere considerably.
Wen Ruan couldn’t help but chuckle at her aunt’s behavior, her thoughts crystal clear.
When you become strong, everyone around you becomes kind.
It was understandable. Even among relatives, personal interests drove relationships.
She could already imagine: if she managed to save her father’s printing factory, her relatives would swarm their home with goodwill, trampling over one another to curry favor. No one would dare say a bad word about her again.
3:30 PM
Once her grandmother had recovered, the group made their way downstairs.
“Well, we’ll be heading out then.”
“Once you’ve moved in, Ruan Ruan, we’ll visit again.”
“Grandma, take care on your way home.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her,” Qian Guimei said cheerfully, supporting her mother as they walked out of the villa’s front door.
Subtly, she nudged her daughter, Lv Feifei. “Feifei, you haven’t seen Ruan Ruan in over half a year. Stay a while and chat, see if there’s anything you can help with.”
Lv Feifei’s eyes flickered, and she smiled. “Sure! I haven’t had my fill of this villa yet anyway. I’d love to explore the courtyard and rooftop garden.”
She wasn’t foolish—far from it. Her profession in financial consulting revolved around serving wealthy clients, assisting with investment decisions across stocks, bonds, funds, real estate, and private equity.
Tang Song was the kind of high-value client that consultants could only dream of. And it wasn’t just about him; his network likely included many similarly influential individuals. Building a good relationship with him could yield significant benefits in the future.
“Oh, no need for you two to see us off!” Qian Guimei called to Qian Guixiang and Wen Jianxin. “Stay here and keep Tang Song and Ruan Ruan company.”
As the group stepped outside and exchanged a few parting words under the villa’s shade, the faint hum of an engine approached, accompanied by the sound of tires rolling smoothly over the pavement.
Looking up, they saw a black Rolls-Royce with a Beijing license plate gliding toward them. Its sleek, obsidian-like exterior gleamed mysteriously in the sunlight, as though carved from black onyx. The iconic Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament stood proudly atop the car’s grille.
The Rolls-Royce came to a smooth halt in the villa’s driveway.
“Click, click—”
The sound of car doors opening drew everyone’s attention.
Out stepped three individuals—two men and one woman—all in their forties, each carrying an elegant briefcase.
The man in front was strikingly handsome, dressed in a crisp shirt, tailored trousers, and polished leather shoes. His posture was straight and dignified, his chin slightly raised, and his sharp eyes exuded confidence. Every movement carried an effortless elegance, radiating the air of a true gentleman.
Wen Ruan raised her eyebrows in surprise and blurted out, “Director Luo?”
Tang Song straightened his posture, locking eyes with Lawyer Luo Bin. For a moment, the surrounding noise seemed to fade into nothingness, as if the world held its breath.
Fragments of in-game memories surfaced in Tang Song’s mind—specific scenes and dialogue involving Luo Bin flashed vividly. It was as if the animated portrait from the game had materialized, overlapping with the real figure before him.
This top-tier lawyer from the game had been a trusted confidant of Tang Song’s character, recruited even earlier than Secretary Jin. Luo Bin and Secretary Jin had played critical roles in managing countless affairs and advancing Tang Song’s in-game empire. Even Luo Bin’s law firm, Quanjing, had provided indispensable support to Tang Song’s various ventures.
“It’s been a while, President Tang!” Luo Bin’s normally serious face softened into a joyful smile as he extended his hand.
“It’s been a while, Luo Bin.”
After shaking hands, Tang Song patted Luo Bin’s shoulder with a bright, dazzling grin.
Luo Bin’s composed gaze wavered for a brief second before he quickly regained his usual calm. For the first time, he fully realized the transformation in this President Tang. It was no wonder Su Yu had dared to make their relationship public.
The two people standing behind Luo Bin bowed slightly toward Tang Song and greeted him, “Chairman Tang.”
Tang Song nodded slightly in acknowledgment. With his sharp memory, he recognized them as employees from the Trust Equity Services Division of Slover Trust.
Wen Ruan’s relatives stood to the side, exchanging uncertain glances before instinctively stepping back to make room.
Lv Feifei’s expression became inscrutable.
She scrutinized the two people accompanying Luo Bin, noting their attire and demeanor, which betrayed their familiarity with the financial sector.
Turning to Wen Ruan, Luo Bin greeted politely, “Hello again, Ms. Wen Ruan. It’s a pleasure to meet you once more.”
“Hello, Director Luo,” Wen Ruan replied quickly.
Holding up his briefcase, Luo Bin smiled. “I’m here again today because of you. It’s an honor to witness another significant moment in your life.”
Wen Ruan froze, instinctively looking at Tang Song for clarification.
The last time Luo Bin had contacted her, it was about an authorization contract and a proxy agreement. But this time? Was it about the villa?
Tang Song gently patted Wen Ruan’s back and said with a smile, “Maintaining a villa like this isn’t cheap. To ensure your quality of life, you’ll need to sign another contract—a trust beneficiary agreement.”
“Trust? Beneficiary?” Wen Ruan’s eyes widened.
She wasn’t clueless—her years of work experience had exposed her to various financial concepts. She knew a trust fund essentially allowed the beneficiary to receive regular returns from long-term investments.
Tang Song… This was…
She was at a loss for words.
“Yes, remember I mentioned two surprises? This is the second one. Are you happy?” Tang Song’s lips curved into a playful smile as he gazed at the astonished Wen Ruan.
Nearby, Lv Feifei’s breathing quickened.
As a financial consultant, she grasped the implications far more profoundly than the others.
A villa and now a trust fund?
This wasn’t just thoughtful; it was extraordinary! Tang Song had meticulously ensured Wen Ruan’s future security, leaving nothing to chance.
Wen Ruan had truly hit the jackpot.
Qian Guixiang turned to Luo Bin, her voice hesitant. “What exactly is this trust?”
Tang Song had described it as another surprise akin to the villa, so it couldn’t be something simple. Her daughter’s reaction only confirmed its significance, piquing her curiosity.
Biting her lip to steady herself, Lv Feifei explained calmly, “Auntie, a trust is essentially a financial management tool. As a beneficiary, Ruan Ruan will receive periodic returns, providing a stable source of income. Think of it as Tang Song buying her a lifetime insurance plan to ensure she’ll never have to worry about her future.”
At Lv Feifei’s explanation, the relatives collectively gasped in amazement. “Wow!”
Tang Song giving away a villa, and now setting up a trust fund? Was this even a boyfriend, or a stand-in for the most thoughtful parent imaginable?
Seeing her grandmother’s unsteady stance, Wen Ruan quickly interjected, “Auntie, Uncle, why don’t you take Grandma back to rest first?”
Trust agreements were private matters, and since Wen Ruan wasn’t yet clear on the details herself, she didn’t want too many people around to gossip about it.
“Oh, alright.”
“We’ll head out first then.”
“Bye-bye~”
As the others left, Lv Feifei lingered. She spoke softly, “Ruan Ruan, you know I work in investment evaluation in Shanghai. If there’s anything unclear, I can help you understand it. And regarding the trust terms, feel free to consult me.”
Lv Feifei was genuinely curious and concerned about her cousin’s trust. If the agreement was comprehensive and well-structured, it could guarantee Wen Ruan’s financial independence for life.
Marriage or engagements couldn’t offer the same security in her view—after all, marriages could end in divorce. But a properly established trust could truly provide financial freedom.
Tang Song chuckled lightly at her suggestion. “So Feifei is a professional in the industry? Perfect, you can help explain the details to Uncle and Auntie later.”
“Absolutely!” Lv Feifei nodded solemnly, slipping into her professional demeanor.
Taking Wen Ruan’s hand, Tang Song nodded toward Luo Bin. “Let’s head inside and discuss.”
At his current status and wealth, Tang Song no longer felt the need to keep a low profile. Especially now, having unlocked Luo Bin and Mo Xiangwan as confidants and gained equity in Tang Zong Entertainment, he was brimming with confidence.
The sound of brisk footsteps filled the air as the group walked from the villa gate toward the interior.
Qian Guixiang clutched Wen Jianxin’s hand tightly, following closely behind. Her nerves, which had just begun to calm, were now on edge again.
Today had been an emotional rollercoaster—first, her prospective son-in-law arrived bearing gifts worth nearly 200,000 yuan, then came the luxury villa, and now this mysterious trust fund.
She and her husband were completely overwhelmed.
At Yuhua Business Tower, Fanfu Suzi Media.
“Clack, clack, clack—”
The sound of typing filled the room as lines of text appeared on the screen:
Tang Song’s eyes were deep and bright, like a galaxy of stars hidden within, drawing anyone in with just one glance. His tall frame was as upright as a pine tree, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs perfectly outlined by his tailored trousers.
Beneath his prominent nose, his thin lips curved slightly into an almost imperceptible smile, exuding confidence and composure.
Xu Yanqing’s lips pressed tightly together, her gaze intense. “I’m not happy about you and Liu Ruyan.”
Tang Song chuckled softly, stepping closer to press Xu Yanqing against the desk. His hands toyed with her ample curves.
“Stop! I’m seriously mad right now!” Xu Yanqing grabbed his hands, her glare icy.
“Oh?” Tang Song arched a brow, releasing her. He picked up his phone and made a call. “Assistant Liu, buy a case of Baishishan mineral water and send it to Director Xu’s office.”
A while later, Liu Ruyan appeared, struggling to carry a heavy case of mineral water in her arms. Her high heels clacked on the floor as she knocked on the office door, her forehead beaded with sweat.
Xu Yanqing crossed her arms coldly. “Put it at my feet.”
“Yanqing!”
A crisp female voice suddenly called out nearby.
“Ah!” Xu Qing let out a small cry, slamming her laptop shut with a loud “Clap!”
Curious glances shot her way, and Xu Qing stood up, her face flushed. She stammered at the tall and sexy Lin Muxue standing before her. “Xiao Xue… uh… what’s up?”
Lin Muxue blinked in surprise but smiled warmly. “I brought some afternoon tea. Here’s yours.”
She placed a high-end bag on Xu Qing’s desk, which contained coffee, fruit, and desserts.
Xu Qing quickly responded, “Thank you, Xiao Xue!”
“I’ll get back to work. Oh, and if you’re free this weekend, come hang out with me. Bye-bye!”
“Bye-bye~” Xu Qing waved nervously, still shaken.
This habit of privately fantasizing about humiliating others was a little cringe-worthy, even to herself. At least her story had used a fictional name, “Liu Ruyan.”
“Yanqing, if you’re going out with Xiao Xue, can you take me along?” a male colleague asked eagerly.
“Count me in!”
“Me too!”
Xu Qing pouted at the excited faces around her.
This Lin Muxue had a knack for capturing everyone’s attention. She’d barely been at the company, yet she already had half the male staff entranced.
In the lounge area, Lin Muxue crossed her smooth, long legs, sipping coffee while opening her work software.
Suddenly, her grip on the coffee cup tightened.
The second trust beneficiary?
As a senior assistant to the Trust Committee, Lin Muxue had access to privileged information. She could view detailed beneficiary clauses and data.
Setting down her coffee, she bit her tongue sharply and clicked on the file.
“Wen Ruan? 29 years old? Yan City local…”
After a long silence, she lowered her head, her hands clenching tightly.
This was a name she had never heard before. Like Yaqian, Wen Ruan received the highest-tier benefits. The additional funding even extended protection to her parents.
It was clear Wen Ruan held immense importance to Tang Song.
Jealousy burned within Lin Muxue, threatening to consume her.
Despite being satisfied with what she had received, seeing someone else gain access to his family trust reignited feelings of regret and bitterness.
Things could’ve been different. If only she had responded positively when Tang Song first reached out to her on WeChat, rather than waiting until she’d learned of Yaqian’s privileges and seen her Bentley.
Everything might have turned out differently.
Beneath her trembling hands, angry red marks began to appear on her pale thighs.
The sharp sting of pain gave Lin Muxue a fleeting sense of relief. She saved Wen Ruan’s phone number in her contacts and searched for her corresponding WeChat account.
Opening her vocabulary app, Lin Muxue began to murmur words softly to herself. In moments of emotional intensity like this, her memory was particularly sharp.
To push herself further, she had even recorded a clip of Tang Song playing basketball—not revealing much, mainly capturing the sound. Leveraging such methods, her progress in vocabulary learning had skyrocketed.
Next on her agenda was watching American TV shows to practice conversational English. Coupled with the immersive environment at Slover Trust, she was determined to perfect her speaking skills.
I must keep striving! I need to change how he sees me!
At Shengyuan Scenic Residence.
“Zip—” The sound of a zipper being undone filled the room as Luo Bin opened his briefcase. From it, he pulled out a thick stack of documents and gently placed them on the table.
“These include the Beneficiary Agreement, Trust Management Guidelines, Risk Disclosure, and other materials detailing the operational structure of the trust assets. For now, the primary focus is the Beneficiary Agreement; the rest can be reviewed later.”
Once in work mode, Luo Bin’s expression turned serious and focused. His confident, calm gaze and upright posture, paired with his meticulously groomed appearance, exuded professionalism and reliability.
Seated on the soft, springy fabric sofa, Qian Guixiang and Wen Jianxin looked uneasy, their emotions a mix of anxiety and anticipation. They were deeply curious but could do little to contribute and could only await the outcome.
Wen Ruan glanced at Tang Song beside her, took a deep breath, and picked up the thick Beneficiary Agreement.
As a top-tier graduate from a 985 university with experience in serving international clients, Wen Ruan’s English proficiency was excellent.
The settlor was listed as Tang Song, the trustee as Kate Trust, and the sole beneficiary was Wen Ruan herself. All her details had already been filled out.
As she read about the trust’s specifics, financial jargon appeared frequently, making it somewhat challenging to digest.
Noticing her hesitation, Lv Feifei leaned in slightly. “Ruan Ruan, need some help?”
After a brief pause, Wen Ruan nodded. “I’ll have to trouble you, Feifei.”
Pressing her lips together, Lv Feifei leaned forward and began explaining softly, “The settlor voluntarily designates their legally owned assets as trust property to establish this family trust. The purpose of this trust is to ensure the beneficiary’s quality of life, education, healthcare…”
As Lv Feifei explained, Qian Guixiang and Wen Jianxin’s expressions became more animated.
Though not highly educated, they had worked for many years and could grasp the gist. They’d even been persuaded by relatives to buy insurance before.
According to Lv Feifei, this was akin to a perfect insurance plan—one that comprehensively secured Wen Ruan’s future.
Even though the specific amount hadn’t been mentioned yet, the scale and Tang Song’s previous generosity left no doubt about its value.
Lv Feifei’s explanation was methodical and professional. Soon, she reached the section detailing the beneficiary’s terms.
“The trust is valued at… at… at…”
Her voice faltered as she stared at the figure. Her mind reeled as though struck by a torpedo, leaving her vision dark and spinning.
Instinctively, she read the number in English: “The trust is valued at 160 million US dollars…”
$160 million?
The sheer magnitude of it hit like a sledgehammer. It was enough to support a highly sophisticated trust structure and diversified investment strategy—usually something an entire high-net-worth family would set up.
But as she read on, it became clear: this was a single-family trust. Tang Song had established it independently, and the beneficiary wasn’t even a family member or descendant.
Hearing her cousin’s words and seeing the figure “160 million” in print, Wen Ruan’s tightly crossed legs involuntarily tensed. Her teeth nearly bit her tongue.
She had always known Tang Song was wealthy; after all, the 15% equity she held in proxy for him was valued at 1 billion yuan.
But that was equity—a valuation tied to business performance and not immediately liquid.
This was a stark $160 million in actual funds—1.12 billion RMB.
This meant Wen Ruan would receive proportional distributions from the investment returns on this massive trust fund.
Looking up at Tang Song, her gaze toward her boyfriend shifted once again.
No wonder Su Yu had such an ambiguous relationship with him.
What kind of man had her best friend Hu Mingli introduced her to on that blind date?
Wait… why does this feel like I’m living as the female lead in a novel?
Across the room, Qian Guixiang and Wen Jianxin exchanged glances, their foreheads glistening with sweat as they watched the two fall silent.
Noticing their unease, Tang Song gestured toward the manager from Slover Trust. “Manager Guan, please provide a detailed explanation.”
“Of course, Chairman Tang!” Straightening his posture, Manager Guan began, his voice steady and clear:
“This trust currently has a valuation of $160 million, designed for wealth preservation and legacy planning…”
Manager Guan elaborated on the beneficiary’s rights and obligations, clearly outlining the details.
“You will receive an annual distribution of $2 million, equivalent to approximately 14 million RMB. Additionally, specific events such as marriage, childbirth, purchasing a home, or educational needs will trigger supplementary disbursements…”
As she read the agreement and glanced at her aunt and uncle, Lv Feifei found herself struggling to breathe steadily.
An annual distribution of $2 million—roughly 14 million RMB.
The phrase “one person achieves success, and everyone benefits” came to mind.
Turning her gaze to Tang Song’s composed, handsome profile and faintly serene smile, she couldn’t suppress a flicker of jealousy.
A young, handsome billionaire—an elite figure in high society, occupying a world that could only be admired from afar.
Despite her fondness for Wen Ruan, she couldn’t help the surge of envy bubbling within.
As a financial professional, Lv Feifei deeply understood the significance of this trust.
Her cousin, Wen Ruan, had, at this moment, transcended social classes entirely.
Wen Ruan’s mind, which had been reeling with a deafening “boom,” gradually settled down.
After all, she had already reached the point of competing with someone like Su Yu for a man!
With such trust benefits, it somehow made sense.
But… despite understanding it all, she couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down her face.
Tang Song! Tang Song! You’ve utterly ruined me, she thought, overwhelmed. You’ve truly stolen my heart completely!