One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

He stared at her deeply. She glared at him back, looking stubborn and angry from embarrassment. She was clearly annoyed by his charitable act.

Suddenly, he broke into a profound smile and let himself casually sink into the sofa. He stretched out his hand lazily, signaling for the manager to state the price.

"Hello. This is 45 million yuan."

Yun Shishi froze.

Mu Yazhe was admiring her shocked expression. He could not help but tease her when she stayed in a daze, "What? Didn't you say you want to buy this?"

"I…" She was at a loss for words.

She thought that since a villa cost about 10 million yuan, a mere garden house should not be as expensive as that.

She bit her lip in depression.

"Why aren't you talking tough anymore?" he asked her indifferently.

He raised his head and signaled the manager with his eyes. The manager stepped away at once.

The procedure to apply for property ownership was not too complicated, and everything was completed unbelievably quickly.

In fact, when the manager passed her the deed for the house, she had yet to return to her senses.

Mu Yazhe, who was standing next to her, slightly bowed his head to admire her dumbfounded look. He asked with much delight, "Are you touched? Now, you don't have to sleep in the slum again."

"Why are you giving me this house?" This man… Could he be taking advantage of this to coerce her into signing some 'unequal treaty'?

He saw her look of vigilance and could not help but smilingly tease her again.

"Are you going to let me watch my son sleep in a pigsty?"

"… That's not a pigsty!" she emphasized sulkily.

He cast her a sidelong glance but did not speak further.

To him, that place was no different than a pigsty.

It was small and unsafe.

Tens of families, or perhaps even more, lived in the same building.

Meeting strangers was unavoidable; plus, security was lax - anyone could come and go freely.

How could he allow his woman and son to live in that foul place?

However, this woman in front of his eyes was being obstinate, carefully protecting that pitiful pride of hers.

For some reason, he did not refute her and simply said, "This is a gift."

She froze up for the second time. "…"

"A gift for that bowl of noodles."

She was a little confused.

What did he mean?

A plain bowl of noodles in exchange for a luxurious house?

Was her bowl of noodles equivalent to a few million yuan in value?

God…

She had, no doubt, struck lottery?

"Since you put it that way, if I were to make a few more bowls of noodles, then would you gift me a few more houses?"

"…"

He stared at her speechlessly.

She looked at him in a challenging manner. If he gave his consent, she would no doubt prepare noodles for him every day!

This would go on until he was exhausted of his riches!

His phone rang, timely breaking this sinister silence.

He originally wanted to reject the call, but as he soon as he looked at the screen, his expression turned solemn. He excused himself immediately and answered the call with his voice lowered, "Grandpa."

Over the phone, the old man seemed to be suppressing the chilliness and sullenness in his voice. "You finally picked up the phone! Perhaps, if I didn't call, you wouldn't even remember where you live!"

"…"

The old man noted his silence and exploded in wrath, "Do you still know to return home?! Wanrou called you so many times; why didn't you pick up the call? Do you still regard her as your wife and me as your grandpa?!"

"Grandpa, I have yet to marry her, " he replied emotionlessly.