Buy a Few More Parking Spaces

After chatting for over ten minutes, Gu Xiaoman finally returned carrying a stack of white contracts.

Seeing the contracts in Gu Xiaoman's hands, Su Yang exclaimed in shock, "This many?"

"Yes, buying a house is one of the most significant events in life, so the contracts naturally need to be as detailed as possible."

Gu Xiaoman placed the contracts on the table and began explaining each one to Su Yang, guiding him on where to sign.

Twenty minutes later, Su Yang finally finished signing the pile of contract clauses, putting his signature and fingerprints in various places.

"My hand's sore from all that writing," Su Yang said, shaking his wrist before taking a sip of coffee from the table.

Suddenly remembering something, he turned to Gu Xiaoman, who was busy organizing the contracts, and asked, "By the way, Xiaoman, you mentioned earlier that buying the house comes with a free parking space, right?"

"Yes, why?"

"Aside from that one, I’d like to buy a few more. What’s the parking space ratio here?"

"You want to buy more?" Gu Xiaoman repeated, then quickly realized—someone as wealthy as Su Yang probably owned more than one car, so buying extra spaces made sense.

She smiled and said, "Our project has a parking ratio of 1:3. Each space costs 200,000 yuan, with a property term of seventy years, the same as the house."

"Aside from the complimentary space, you can purchase up to three more."

"Alright, I was thinking of buying four."

"Damn, you have that many cars?" Zhao Mengrou couldn’t help but blurt out.

"Not really, just the one for now. But who knows, I might buy more later. The more parking spaces, the better, right?"

"Sure, sure. Must be nice being rich—us peasants could never relate," Zhao Mengrou teased with a sigh.

Gu Xiaoman covered her mouth, laughing softly. "It’s really not a big deal. If you end up with too many cars, you can always rent additional spaces later."

"Fair enough. I’ll take three for now."

...

By 4 p.m., Su Yang had finally completed all the paperwork.

Leaning back on the sofa, he let out a long exhale. "Finally done. That was exhausting—buying a house is way more tiring than buying groceries!"

Zhao Mengrou rolled her eyes. "Please, spare us the humblebrag."

"I’m serious! It’s my first time buying a house, and I had no idea it’d take this long."

"Anyway, at least it’s over now." He turned to Zhao Mengrou with a grin. "Hey, you free tonight?"

"What are you plotting?" she asked, pretending to be cautious as she scooted slightly away.

"Plotting? I’m just asking you out to dinner and drinks. It’s a big day—how can we not celebrate? You’re one of the few friends I have in Haicheng, and you were the first person I thought of to share the news."

Zhao Mengrou moved back beside him, smiling. "Fine, fine. If you put it that way, I’ll play along."

"It’s not that dramatic. It’s not like I’m going to eat you."

"You better not!" She waved a playful fist in front of his face.

"Should we invite Xiaoman too?"

"Up to you. But we’re not that familiar yet—not sure if she’d be up for it."

Zhao Mengrou smirked. "Oh, she’ll definitely say yes. Don’t let her professional demeanor fool you—she’s totally different outside work. Plus, she loves eating, singing, and drinking."

Su Yang thought to himself, A contrast? Nice. I’m into that.

"So, we’ll ask her?"

"Sure. Otherwise, it’ll just look like we’re sneaking around together," Zhao Mengrou joked.

"I’ll bring it up when she comes back."

[Ding! Detected that Zhao Mengrou’s affection for the host has increased to 60 (Trust). Reward: One McLaren Senna fragment. Collect five fragments to exchange for a limited-edition McLaren Senna, valued at 23 million yuan.]

—Holy crap! A McLaren Senna?!

Su Yang shuddered with excitement. A supercar worth over 20 million would turn way more heads than his 911 Turbo S. But then it hit him—

—Wait… fragments? Is this a game or something?

—Well, five shouldn’t take too long to collect. Not bad.

[Due to Zhao Mengrou’s significant increase in affection, additional reward: 500,000 yuan. Funds have been transferred to the host’s bank account.]

[Ding! Detected that the host is in high spirits after purchasing his first property. Reward: 3 million yuan. Funds have been transferred.]

—Holy shit! Three million?!

Su Yang hadn’t expected such a massive cash reward after buying the house—it was like the system had given him a half-off coupon.

He closed his eyes, pretending to rest while calming his racing heart.

Two minutes later, he remembered he hadn’t checked in for the day and immediately called out in his mind.

—System, check in!

[Ding! Daily check-in successful. 50,000 yuan has been transferred.]

—Nice. Let’s check my current stats.

[Host: Su Yang]

[Age: 24]

[Height: 180 cm]

[Weight: 73 kg]

[Appearance: 88]

[Physique: 75]

[Body: 90]

[Charm: 90]

[Skills: Master of Physique, Professional Racing Driver Skills, Golden Kidneys]

[Bound Characters: Zhao Mengrou (Affection: 60), Lu Yun (Affection: 45), Lin Yiyi (Affection: 0), Gu Xiaoman (Affection: 15)]

[Balance: [Redacted]]

—Gu Xiaoman’s affection’s already at 15? That was fast. If we go out for drinks tonight, it could easily hit 20 or even 30-40.

"What’s got you smiling like that?" Zhao Mengrou asked, noticing Su Yang’s amused expression.

He shook his head. "Nothing. Just tired from all the paperwork. Taking a breather."

"Xiaoman’s back—you should ask her."

"Got it!"

Gu Xiaoman approached with a few folders, smiling.

"All done! Here’s your purchase contract, property ownership certificate, house inspection report, full payment invoice, and two sets of keys."

Su Yang took the stack and asked, "Great. How long until the property deed is ready?"

"The deed processing time is within 90 working days from the contract date. Don’t worry—I’ll notify you when it’s ready."

"Perfect. So we’re all set?"

"Yes, everything’s settled."

Su Yang nodded with a smile. "Awesome. By the way, Xiaoman, what time do you get off work?"

"Me?" She checked her watch. "Soon—I finish at 5:30. Why?"

"I was thinking of treating you two lovely ladies to dinner and drinks as a thank-you."

Gu Xiaoman raised an eyebrow, amused. "I thought you said you’d cook for us after moving in?"

"Yeah, that’s for later. Today’s my first time buying a house—I want to celebrate. So, you free later?"

Gu Xiaoman glanced at Zhao Mengrou beside her, and the two exchanged a smile. "Sure, after work I’m basically an orphan—why turn down a free meal?"

"Great! It’s settled then. It’s almost quitting time anyway, so we’ll just wait here for you."

"Alright, you two can sit and relax for a bit. I’ll head back to my office first."

"Got it~"

Soon, over an hour passed. At exactly 5:30, Gu Xiaoman reappeared.

She had changed out of her work attire into casual wear.

She wore a black off-the-shoulder, waist-cinching maxi dress, a delicate platinum necklace resting against her fair neck, and carried a small black Chanel handbag.

Her feet were clad in black high heels, and her ponytail had been let down into loose waves cascading down her back. With bold lipstick completing the look, she radiated undeniable allure.

As she approached the two waiting in the lounge area, she said, "Ready to go."

"Wow, Xiaoman, that outfit is pure elegance—total goddess vibes!" Su Yang’s eyes lit up as he stood, giving her an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

Gu Xiaoman feigned shyness, smiling lightly. "Really? I never know what to wear these days."

"With your figure and looks, you’d look good in anything. Just throw it on."

Zhao Mengrou rolled her eyes at the remark. "Since when did you become such a smooth talker?"

"This is genuine praise—no smooth-talking here. I’m nothing if not honest."

"Yeah, yeah." Zhao Mengrou looped her arm through Gu Xiaoman’s with a look of mock disdain, leading the way out.

"Wait for me!" Su Yang called, hastily gathering his things from the table before hurrying after them.

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