Having dismissed her subordinates, Turquoise Pool personally drove the car carrying three people into Song City's most top-tier mansion district.
Sunken gardens, Wishing Pool, Sea God Fountain, Saint Peter's double-decker pavilion...
"Sis Turquoise, do you usually live here?" Li Qianxia tilted her neck back like a big goose.
"Whenever I come to Song City, I generally stay here." In comparison to her, Turquoise Pool seemed very confident, reminiscent of Li Changzhou confidently walking into the university's cafeteria at the beginning of the month.
The four of them entered a villa, and upon stepping in, they could see the European-style lawn opposite the living room, bathed in sunlight, perfect for playing golf.
"This is an Italian style, right?" Li Qianxia surveyed the living room's design; after all, she had been to Italy several times herself.
"A combination of Song City style and Italian style, I didn't pay much attention to the specifics," she replied.
"Weren't we supposed to buy evening gowns?" Li Changzhou touched the sofa back, curious about the material, even though he was unsure of how any specific material should feel.
"I've already had them delivered," Turquoise Pool said, pouring herself a glass of water nonchalantly.
Pointing to the refrigerator, she told Li Changzhou, "Everything inside is 100 percent non-toxic, fresh. Help yourself if you want a drink. The liquor cabinet is downstairs, you better chill the drinks to eliminate any toxins. Qian Xia, Lan, let's go upstairs."
The three women departed, and Li Changzhou watched their figures disappear into the openwork stairs.
He opened the refrigerator door, and thoughts flashed in his mind; the refrigerator was indeed a gadget that could disinfect and preserve freshness without using electricity.
A good piece, Li Changzhou instinctively wanted to pocket it into the 'Honey Pot World.'
Suppressing the urge to steal, he shut the refrigerator door, walked around the area, and sat down in the sofa area, picking up a magazine from the table.
The sofa seemed to embrace him as he sat down.
Another gadget, one that could eliminate fatigue, auto-clean, and slowly restore "Ability".
What is being rich? This is being rich!
Feeling more comfortable, he focused on the magazine in his hands.
It wasn't a magazine, without a publisher, no cover girl, no price tag—it was a custom-made tome of ancient apparel.
Exquisite artistry, illustrations sourced from various museums, written solely by professionals, emphasizing the type of people who would wear such clothes.
"Is this so one can discern another's social status just by their apparel?" Li Changzhou muttered to himself while flipping through the pages.
As for the era, there was no need to check, the system messages would tell.
He started flipping through casually, but gradually became engrossed. The text was professional yet not dry, rich in references, serving as an excellent leisure reading material.
Taken to the market, it would surely become a bestselling history book.
He snapped back to reality only upon hearing footsteps, having flipped through a quarter of the magazine.
"Brother."
Li Changzhou turned back to see his sister, dressed in a gown, standing in front of him.
"Does it look good?" Li Qianxia posed haughtily with one hand on her hip.
"... What are you doing?" Li Changzhou asked, puzzled.
A single shoulder, low-cut, probably with a padded bra, otherwise, it wouldn't look so ample.
"Go change," he said.
Showing legs is fine, but showing cleavage absolutely not.
"I asked if it looks good!" Li Qianxia displeased, anticipating that her brother wouldn't answer, added, "I picked another set, I'm just trying this one on."
"Is that so." Li Changzhou then seriously began to examine it.
Hair let down, a floor-sweeping long gown, regal in the lower half, and delicate in the upper half, dazzlingly beautiful with a hint of sexiness.
He barely recognized her; even her brother was astonished.
"Not bad."
"Just 'not bad'? Look at this waist, these breasts, these hips, this collarbone, this face?! Just 'not bad'?"
"... Do I care about your waist, breasts, butt, collarbone? I'm looking at the dress, how you wear it. It looks quite beautiful, a bit stunning, but you're not wearing it out."
"Tch," Li Qianxia rolled her eyes at him, then laughed, "Brother, quick, take photos of me with your phone!"
Amid the clicking sounds, Li Qianxia posed in various styles, occasionally sprawling seductively on the sofa.
While they were at it, Yang Qinglan and Turquoise Pool also came downstairs.
Turquoise Pool wore a court-style white, strapless evening gown, elegant and majestic. Paired with her white hair, it was dreamlike and radiant, exuding a noble luxuriousness with a natural aristocratic aura.
Li Changzhou looked at Yang Qinglan, who followed behind Turquoise Pool.
Dressed in light blue chiffon, not overly revealing but still an evening gown; its waisted design accentuated her feminine curves, exuding a noble and elegant demeanor.
Li Changzhou smiled slightly.
Yang Qinglan also smiled, a bit shyly.
"How do I look?" She asked. Despite being wealthy, it was her first time wearing an evening gown.
"Beautiful, like a gentle spring breeze brushing past the ear, summer's shadows under a vine arbor, autumn's whispering golden rice fields, and the first snow seen upon waking on a winter's morning."
"Where did you read that?" Yang Qinglan asked, amused.
"..... Never mind, just know that you look the best."
"What about me?" Turquoise Pool asked competitively.
"Third best," Li Changzhou, not one to lie, said, "after Miss Yang and my sister."
With a flirtatious glance, Turquoise Pool said slowly like singing a slow song, "Then between your sister and Miss Yang, who ranks first?"
"That goes without saying, of course—"
Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia both looked at him.
Odd, why could a sister also bring about a chaotic scene for her brother?
"—Lan comes first."
But it wasn't really a chaotic scene, one of the parties was his sister; no matter what, they would never abandon each other, she was free to tease.
"Li Changzhou, take a moment to reconsider; look at these squeezable shoulders, these white, tender, yet nimble arms, like cleanly peeled tree roots."