Everyday Romance After Becoming a Billionaire

The Shan Family was wealthy. The Continental GT was a gift from her grandfather to celebrate her getting into university.

Shan Weizi came from a privileged background, but she had her own interests. More than painting, she loved promoting traditional Chinese culture. She designed her own Hanfu, modeled them for photoshoots, and ran her own online shop.

’Hmm, but this woman... she’s the one Wang Changyue calls his Little Junior Sister, the one who makes him tremble in fear at the mere mention of her name. She’s a real handful—a gentle appearance hiding a fierce personality. A quirky, mischievous Little Huang Rong.’

Their home wasn’t in some modern Chinese-style villa complex, but rather a large, antique-style mansion filled with the charm of Jiangnan, perfectly befitting their family of artists.

The Continental GT drove away, passing a taxi. The taxi stopped, and Su Ran got out. He walked up the steps and KNOCK KNOCK KNOCKED on the courtyard gate.

Shan Changqing continued watering his flowers. Unannounced visitors like this were common; most came asking for a painting or inviting him to give a lecture.

"Who is it?" Shan Weizi’s mother, Liu Piaopiao, wearing a dark green cheongsam with a high slit, swayed her full hips as she walked briskly to the gate. Opening one side of the double-gate, she sized up the handsome young man standing outside.

"And you are?"

Su Ran looked back at the mature woman in the cheongsam. She was quite beautiful, possessing the distinct charm of a woman from the water towns of Jiangnan. He couldn’t help but stare for an extra moment.

Oh?

Being stared at like that by this young man didn’t make Liu Piaopiao blush like a young girl. She just let out an amused "Oh?", crossed her arms, and called out, "Hey, have you had your fill, you little pervert?"

"Er... AHEM..." Su Ran coughed awkwardly and quickly explained, "My apologies. It’s just that you’re very beautiful, sister. I didn’t mean to offend you."

"Sister? Hahaha..." It had been a long time since anyone had called Liu Piaopiao ’sister’, especially not a boy this young. She found it quite amusing. "Do you need something?" she asked.

"Excuse me, is Teacher Shan Changqing home?"

"What business do you have with my father?"

"You’re Liu Piaopiao?"

"You know me?" The mature woman grew even more curious.

"Of course! You’re Liu Piaopiao, the women’s division champion of the national martial arts tournament twenty years ago, and the only daughter of the Sect Leader of the Spirit Sword Mountain Sect, right?"

Liu Piaopiao leaned against the doorframe. She was usually just a housewife, so having someone suddenly recall her glorious past was quite invigorating. Her opinion of the young man improved a little more.

"It seems you’ve done your homework to meet my father. So, tell me, what do you want with him?"

Su Ran nodded. "I’d like to commission a painting from him."

Hearing it was another request for a painting, Liu Piaopiao immediately lost interest. She pouted her red lips. "My father has retired from painting. You should go, handsome."

"Not even if I pay?"

"Why be so insistent, handsome? How about this: if you’re willing to pay, my husband can paint one for you. But his prices are very high."

"Shan Zhentian?"

"What’s with that look? You’re looking down on him, aren’t you? Tsk."

’It wasn’t that Su Ran was looking down on him; it was just that he had seen a few of Shan Zhentian’s paintings and found them mediocre. They were both Wu School Artists, and Tang Yin was the preeminent master of the Wu School. Since Su Ran had mastered Tang Yin’s Painting Skill, why would he need a painting from Shan Zhentian?’

"I’m not looking down on him. I actually quite like Teacher Shan Zhentian’s work. It’s just that I came here specifically for your esteemed father, Shan Changqing, to request a painting."

"It’s really not possible. You should go home, handsome."

Liu Piaopiao placed her other hand against the doorframe, her body striking a graceful pose. Every little movement exuded the beauty of a mature woman.

Su Ran shook his head, silently cursing Chang Yu. ’I never should have read his quartet.’

"Alright, then."

With that, Su Ran turned to leave, looking dejected.

"Wait."

Liu Piaopiao leaned against the threshold, her arms crossed. "Hey, do young people these days have no perseverance?"

"Didn’t you just say it wasn’t possible? What else am I supposed to do but leave?"

"Tsk..." Liu Piaopiao grabbed a pen and paper from nearby and handed them to him. "Leave your name and number. If my dad gets interested, we can contact you."

"That works."

Su Ran stepped back up and reached for the pen, but Liu Piaopiao pulled it back, tapping it against her chin. "Let me give you a little reminder, young man. I’m probably a full zodiac cycle older than you. So don’t call me ’sister,’ got it?"

"Okay, sister."

After saying that, Su Ran snatched the pen and began writing on the paper with a flourish.

Liu Piaopiao let out a short, amused huff. She was speechless.

When Su Ran finished writing and handed her the paper, Liu Piaopiao glanced at the note, then back at him. Her expression was different now, her gaze scrutinizing.

To Su Ran, that look felt like the one Brother Zhang must have gotten when he met his mother-in-law.

Su Ran started to panic a little.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You’re Su Ran?"

"Huh?" Su Ran was stunned. "You’ve heard of me?"

"Heh. Of course, I’ve heard of you. You’re practically a celebrity in our family. How could I not have heard of you? Alright, you passed. Come on in."

???

While Su Ran was still reeling in confusion, Liu Piaopiao let him in. They walked into the courtyard together, but after just a couple of steps, she suddenly stopped, twisted around, and said, "You walk in front."

"Me, walk in front?" Su Ran was even more baffled. "This is your house. Why would I walk in front of you? What’s that about?"

"I feel uncomfortable with you walking behind me."

PFFT—

’Su Ran nearly coughed up a lung. As expected of a heroine from the Martial World, she was so direct! ’She can’t possibly think that I’d be having lewd thoughts about her graceful figure in that cheongsam if I walked behind her, can she?’’

’Okay, he admitted it. He had just been about to activate his Goddess Authority (facepalm).’

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get in front."

"Fine."

Speechless, Su Ran obediently walked ahead. But he felt just as uncomfortable in front, as if Liu Piaopiao’s eyes were boring into his back the entire time.