Wen Bai's nominal fiancé, Wen Ziyue, was very efficient.
Before long, clothes and food were delivered.
Three dishes, one soup, some pastries, and fruit. They looked healthy and appetizing.
Wen Bai changed his clothes before coming to the table.
He picked up a dish, took a bite, then put down his chopsticks expressionlessly. He took a small sip of soup and put down the spoon again.
Wen Bai chose to finish the small plate of fruit.
He hadn't even touched the pastries; he just smelled them and kept looking at them.
He was still contemplating whether to take a bite.
Wen Bai frowned. He had never been like this with food before. He never wasted food, but now, nothing tasted right.
He touched his stomach. He was clearly hungry.
System 001, sensing Wen Bai's conflicted emotions—not wanting to waste food but also not wanting to eat it—couldn't bear it anymore. "Host, if you don't want to eat, then don't. We're so rich now, what good food can't we have?!"
Indeed, that made sense.
Wen Bai glanced at the food in front of him, then, as if making a decision, he disdainfully pushed it away with his hand.
Opening the door, the person standing outside immediately bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Wen, please follow me. The car is ready."
Wen Bai followed the person out of the building, along a tree-lined path, and stopped.
This was likely a more secluded area. There was no one around except for a stretched limousine parked by the roadside.
The person walked to the car door and opened it. "Mr. Wen, please."
Wen Bai got into the car.
Wen Bai felt the car suddenly rise a considerable amount. He looked out the window and indeed saw it floating higher.
Then the car slowly picked up speed, and with a "whoosh," it shot forward.
The scenery outside the window instantly became a blur.
Before long, it stopped.
The car door was opened from the outside.
A dozens-of-meters-high wall rose from the ground, topped with pointed European-style architecture. A cluster of buildings connected together, and from a distance, it clearly looked like a castle.
Before Wen Bai could get out, two rows of people were already standing stiffly by the car to welcome his return, stretching from the car door all the way to the distant high walls.
So, when the car door was opened, Wen Bai stepped out with a hand to help him and saw this scene, he froze on the spot.
System 001 explained, "Host, these are the people the original owner left to take care of him in this residence. Of course, they are all yours now."
"This residence? I have many residences?" Wen Bai asked hesitantly.
"Naturally. You are an extremely wealthy tycoon in this world, Host."
Wen Bai's exchange with System 001 only took a few seconds.
After listening, Wen Bai immediately turned around expressionlessly and, under everyone's gaze, got back into the car and sat down.
The butler of this castle had immediately gathered all the servants and attendants to wait from the moment the message was received.
They were prepared to welcome the master's return with the highest honors. But the master, upon getting out of the car, without even having time to say a word, had scurried back into the car.
What was the meaning of this?
The butler, with a confused mind, maintained his prepared expression to speak with Wen Bai, and stood there dumbfounded.
"Close the door," Wen Bai's cold voice came from inside the car.
The person who opened the car door was also momentarily stunned, but it didn't prevent him from executing Wen Bai's order.
"Bang." The car door was closed.
Then, Wen Bai coldly said to the driver, "Take me somewhere normal."
The driver pondered Wen Bai's words: somewhere normal?
The daring driver thought that his boss, having died once and now miraculously alive, likely didn't want to see these old acquaintances.
The driver decisively drove the car to an estate that he knew the boss rarely visited before his death, or rather, before his second chance at life.
This time, Wen Bai didn't rush to get out.
He first rolled down the car window and cautiously looked outside.
It was a two-story detached house. Although the land area was not small, compared to the outrageous scene just now, he could accept it.
The most important thing was, of course, that there was no one waiting to welcome him outside.
The surrounding houses were also detached, but with about a kilometer between them.
The driver cautiously asked, "Mr. Wen, this is also one of your properties. You haven't been here before, but it is cleaned regularly, and all the furnishings are prepared according to your preferences. The locks on all your properties are registered with your fingerprint commands. Is this place acceptable?"
This was finally a normal place to live.
Wen Bai found it quite satisfactory.
Then, with a blank expression, he said, "Mm."
The driver immediately got out and went around to Wen Bai's car door, bending down to open it.
Wen Bai got out of the car, his face cold, and immediately dismissed him. "You can go."
The driver was momentarily bewildered. Mr. Wen had always required them to be on standby at all times, wherever they were. So, did "go" this time mean the day was over and they could rest? Or did he simply not want the driver to be an eyesore?
The driver felt it was the latter.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, the driver considered where to wait, not too far to be unable to respond in time, but not too close to be seen by Mr. Wen.
He respectfully nodded, then quickly got into his car, stepped on the accelerator, and decisively drove away.
Wen Bai walked into the villa and pressed his thumb on the lock. The door beeped and opened.
Looking around, the space was vast, and the view was excellent.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows at the back was a private swimming pool. The garden was also large, with many flowers blooming beautifully. In the distance, there was even a pond.
It was evident that it had been well-maintained, and the interior was spotless.
However, Wen Bai realized he seemed to have overlooked an extremely important issue.
A few minutes later, Wen Bai stood expressionlessly in front of the refrigerator, looking at the shelves packed with uncooked ingredients.
He fell into silence.
Then Wen Bai opened all the cabinets and looked through them one by one—no snacks.
Not even a single packet.
Dejectedly, he opened the refrigerator again, took out a pile of fruit, washed it, and carried it to the living room.
System 001 watched as Wen Bai sat on the sofa and immediately began exchanging points for items and throwing them out.
Roast duck, big plate chicken, lamb kidneys, skewers—all were brought out and placed on the table.
Wen Bai took a bite of roast duck, then big plate chicken, then skewers...
As he continued, his brows furrowed deeper.
Because these dishes only looked the part but had no flavor, which was truly awful.
Naturally, what expectations could systems have for food? They only considered nutritional content. Although they looked similar to human food, taste was not within their consideration.
System 001 had no sense of taste and couldn't eat, so it didn't know the specific taste and texture of food. Each time it judged what Wen Bai liked, it was based on Wen Bai's emotional fluctuations and data analysis.
It wondered, "Is it really that different?"
Wen Bai nodded silently.
Just then, the doorbell rang.