Chapter 61: The Premier Consortium!

The paintings worth tens of thousands were thrown out the window by Yan Yu, shattering to pieces instantly.

Zhou Lide couldn’t help but say, “Yan Yu, we brought you here to broaden your horizons, but don’t push your luck! I can pay for those paintings out of my own pocket, but you all must leave immediately!”

“The ones who need to leave are you,” Yan Yu replied calmly. “From now on, Misty Mountain Villa belongs to Aunt Liu and Xiaowan. Those not involved, please leave on your own, or I’ll call the security. Some people’s dignity won’t be able to withstand that.”

“Brat, are you insane?” Shen Yan burst out, “Do you believe I won’t call security right now and have you thrown out?”

No sooner had her words fallen than several BMWs pulled up outside Misty Mountain Villa, and a group of staff dressed in black suits strode in.

The leader appeared to be in his thirties, carrying a briefcase and wearing a pleased expression.

Seeing him, Shen Yan’s face lit up with joy. “Brother, you’re here just in time. There’s trouble!”

He was Shen Yan’s elder brother, Shen Sanjin, the manager of Misty Mountain Villa.

Upon hearing there was trouble, Shen Sanjin’s smile stiffened. “What happened?”

“A bunch of ungrateful paupers! We kindly brought them to tour Misty Mountain Villa, and they destroyed several valuable paintings in the lounge!” Shen Yan said coldly. “Brother, those paintings are worth a fortune. If we take them to court and they can’t pay, how many years could they get?”

Even Zhou Lide’s expression changed at her words. He tugged gently at Shen Yan’s sleeve and whispered, “N-no need for that... I’ll pay for the paintings.”

“Zhou Lide! Are you siding with Xia Liu again?!” Shen Yan snapped.

Zhou Lide fell silent at once.

Shen Sanjin composed himself and addressed Yan Yu, “You... no, sir, what is your name?”

“My name is Yan Yu—‘Yan’ as in the King of Hell,” Yan Yu replied coolly.

Shen Sanjin’s face changed instantly.

Shen Yan couldn’t contain herself, “Brother, why are you being polite to such a pauper? Have the security grab them immediately!”

Shen Sanjin sighed, pulling Shen Yan aside and speaking quietly, “Sis, I actually have something to deal with here today.”

“What could possibly be more important than your sister’s problem?!”

“This... Misty Mountain Villa has just been sold.”

“So what? I want you to throw these paupers out!” Shen Yan scoffed.

“Sis, you still don’t understand what I mean...” Shen Sanjin said, his face dark. “The buyer of Misty Mountain Villa is that young man standing right in front of you, Yan Yu.”

“W-what?!!”

Shen Yan stared at Shen Sanjin in disbelief, even stumbling back several steps.

Zhou Lide hurried to support her, unaware of what Shen Sanjin had said, and confused by Shen Yan’s reaction.

“Brother, you’re joking, right?” Shen Yan said, her face pale.

Shen Sanjin gave a bitter smile. “How could I joke about something like this? Just ten minutes ago, I got a sudden call from the Ouyang family. A man named Ouyang Sheng transferred eighty-five million and bought Misty Mountain Villa. I was having tea with several wealthy businessmen from Rong City at the time—when they heard Ouyang Sheng’s name, they all backed away, and not a single one objected to the purchase!”

“Ouyang family, Ouyang Sheng? Who are they?” asked Shen Yan.

“The Ouyang family is a super conglomerate from Lucheng. Their wealth is unmatched in all of Jianzhou Province!”

Shen Yan turned pale with fright. “If the buyer is Ouyang family, what does that have to do with that Yan Yu kid?”

“The head of the Ouyang family, Ouyang Sheng, said this house is a gift for one of his juniors, and that the junior is already in Misty Mountain Villa. He told me to come over and sign the contract immediately... That junior is named Yan Yu!”

At these words, not only Shen Yan but Zhou Lide too felt his legs buckle, the world spinning around him.

That orphan Yan Yu, raised in a nunnery, could actually be connected to the Ouyang family—the richest in Jianzhou? And Ouyang Sheng even gifted him a villa worth eighty million?

Was this a dream...

“Are you finished talking? Our time is valuable,” Yan Yu’s words snapped them out of their shock.

“Right away, please wait a moment, Young Master Yan!” Shen Sanjin lowered his voice to speak to Shen Yan, “Is there some misunderstanding between you?”

Zhou Lide swallowed bitterly.

“Ouyang Sheng is a true big shot—we can’t afford to provoke him. If there’s been a misunderstanding, you’d better apologize quickly!”

After that, Shen Sanjin hurriedly took out the contract from his briefcase, bent down beside Yan Yu, and said with a smile, “Young Master Yan, this is the contract for Misty Mountain Villa. Please look it over, and once you sign, the villa is yours.”

Yan Yu accepted the contract, glanced at it, and said indifferently, “No need to look—I only want one thing changed.”

“Please say it, I’ll make the change right now,” Shen Sanjin replied with a servile smile.

“Don’t write my name as the owner of Misty Mountain Villa. Write my Aunt Xia Liu’s instead.”

Shen Sanjin glanced at Xia Liu and her daughter behind Yan Yu, then nodded quickly, “Alright, I’ll change it now!”

At that moment, Xia Liu and Zhou Xiaowan stood frozen, unable to recover from their shock.

Judging from Shen Sanjin’s words to Yan Yu, it seemed Yan Yu really had bought Misty Mountain Villa? And the property certificate would bear Xia Liu’s name!

“I... am I not dreaming?” Zhou Xiaowan said dumbly.

Yan Yu smiled and pinched Zhou Xiaowan’s cheek. “Does it hurt?”

“It hurts...”

“Then you’re not dreaming,” Yan Yu said. “Aunt Liu and you took me in for a month. They say a drop of kindness should be repaid with a river—so from today, Misty Mountain Villa belongs to you both.”

With reddened eyes, Xia Liu said, “Xiao Yu, good child, Aunt Liu isn’t used to living in such a big house...”

“Even if you’re not used to it, you have to live here. The better your life, the more certain people will regret their actions,” Yan Yu said, glancing at Shen Yan and Zhou Lide.

Xia Liu broke into a smile through her tears. “Alright, I’ll do as you say, Xiao Yu!”

“Young Master Yan, the contract is changed. If there’s no problem, you can sign now,” Shen Sanjin said, holding the contract with both hands.

Yan Yu smiled and nodded. “Excellent. Now there’s just one last step. Once it’s done, Aunt Liu can sign the contract.”

“Please, Young Master Yan, go ahead.”

“I recall someone just said, if I could buy Misty Mountain Villa, he’d kneel and call me grandfather.”

Yan Yu squinted, smiling at Zhou Lide and Shen Yan.

“Grandchild, it’s time to call your grandfather.”