txolops Chapter 33 The Glamorous Heirs of Wealthy Families
Chapter 33 The Glamorous Heirs of Wealthy Families
Upon hearing this, Atobe raised an eyebrow slightly.
He unconsciously touched the beauty mark at the corner of his eye with his fingertip, his tone matter-of-fact yet not arrogant: "The place where I live must naturally be worthy of the most exquisite luxury."
He gestured towards the rose garden, a hint of pride in his voice.
"This rose garden was designed by a florist according to the style of the British Royal Gardens. The flower seeds were all transplanted from England, and the gardener who takes care of them is a senior horticulturist that I specially hired from England."
"Hired by the British?!"
Hearing this, Mochizuki Ryo raised an eyebrow, followed Atobe along the path, slightly bent over, and spoke with a hint of mischief in her voice:
"The gardener was hired from England, the roses were transplanted from England, even the architecture is purely English... Keigo, your house is full of 'imported' things, don't you even have a single local 'species'?"
Atobe paused slightly, turned his head to glance at the person causing trouble, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
"What are you thinking about, you idiot?"
He raised his hand and tapped Wang Yueling's head hard, the movement natural and casual.
"The butler is Japanese."
"He's been with my family for many years. After I returned to China, he came back with me. The other servants were all selected locally, each with their own duties. It's not as exaggerated as you think."
Wang Yueling rubbed his head, which had been throbbing from the knock, and smiled broadly, still daring to continue: "Then can I perhaps hope that as soon as I walk in, two rows of servants will bow in unison, saying, 'Welcome home, young master'?"
Atobe stopped and looked at him with an expression that said, "What nonsense are you talking about? It's so unglamorous."
Wang Yueling shrugged casually, then explained seemingly seriously, "That's how it's portrayed in TV dramas."
Atobe was utterly speechless at his wild imagination. He rolled his eyes slightly and said with a disdainful and blunt tone, "I will not allow such an exaggerated and impractical scene to appear in my home."
"Stop watching melodramatic soap operas, it'll ruin your brain."
Wang Yueling followed behind, a smile still playing on her lips, but she didn't reply.
Think about it too.
Keigo Atobe's elegance is an ingrained style, not a superficial display. He pursues magnificence and perfection, not deliberate attempts to please the crowd.
Atobe glanced at the stunned person, then suddenly stopped, a faint, ambiguous smile playing on his lips.
"Aren't you the new head of the Mochizuki family? Don't you know the rules of this kind of wealthy family mansion?"
"Do you expect two rows of servants to shout when you enter your house?"
In short, it hit the nail on the head and killed the game.
Wang Yueling's smile faltered slightly, then she honestly shook her head and obediently shut her mouth.
He certainly knows the rules.
Whether it's the Félix Estate in France or the Mochizuki Residence in Tokyo, both have strict yet understated rules. The exaggerated and pretentious scenes depicted in movies and TV dramas simply don't exist in reality.
Originally, he was just teasing Atobe on a whim, but now he was left speechless by Atobe's words.
Is this a case of being too clever for one's own good?!
"..."
Seeing that he had finally shut up after being put in his place, Atobe chuckled with satisfaction, said nothing more, and turned to continue walking.
Wang Yueling touched her nose, thinking about her embarrassing state just now, and followed along with a light laugh.
The atmosphere between the two was relaxed and harmonious.
As you walk through the rose garden, the evening breeze carries a rich fragrance of roses that is not pungent but rather has a gentle sweetness.
Wang Yueling lowered her eyes slightly, looking at the tiny blades of grass that occasionally sprouted from the cracks in the bluestone slabs beneath her feet, and a sense of ease welled up in her heart.
That's right... it's about being at ease.
In her past life, she was free and unrestrained. In this life, she lives in a wealthy family with a happy home, but she is still mostly alone. She is used to using perfection as a shell to protect herself when socializing.
Yukimura is a faith, a spiritual home. People feel at ease in front of him when they voluntarily reveal their true, complete selves.
Now, in front of Atobe, he doesn't need to deliberately maintain the demeanor of a noble young master; he can joke around freely and reveal his true emotions.
This kind of relaxed and carefree feeling, where you don't have to be on guard, is rare and precious.
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The heavy, carved solid wood door was open.
Mochizuki Ryo followed Atobe through the main gate of the house.
The interior wasn't decorated extravagantly, but it exuded exquisite luxury in every corner.
The floor is covered with warm white ceramic tiles with elegant and flowing patterns; a portrait painting hangs on the wall, seemingly an 18th-century work, classic and refined; a large, exquisite crystal chandelier hangs in the center of the living room, its light softly diffused, illuminating the entire space warmly and brightly; the sofa, coffee table, and decorative items are all exquisitely crafted, avoiding any vulgarity or dullness.
Calm, grand, and magnificent, yet not overly ostentatious; every detail has been meticulously crafted.
It perfectly matches Atobe Keigo's taste.
The butler was already waiting in the foyer. Upon seeing the two enter, he bowed slightly, his attitude respectful yet not servile: "Young Master, Young Master Wangyue, welcome back. Dinner is ready."
"Hmm." Atobe nodded slightly, his voice calm. "Let's go straight to the restaurant."
"Yes."
The butler bowed and stepped aside. There were no extra attendants or extravagant pomp, just as Atobe had described.
Concise, efficient, and appropriate.
Ryo Mochizuki followed Atobe toward the restaurant, his gaze casually sweeping over the furnishings, secretly admiring them in his heart.
True wealth and status are not about piling up luxury goods, but about the composure and style hidden in the details.
The restaurant is equally spacious and elegant.
The long table was covered with a plain tablecloth and set with exquisite silver cutlery and wine glasses, while candlesticks and fresh flowers were placed just right.
Simple yet full of ritual.
Atobe had his family chef prepare French food in advance.
The pre-dinner liqueur was grape juice (since the child was underage), the appetizer was pan-fried foie gras with caramelized apples, the main course was pan-fried lamb chops with rosemary sauce, and the dessert was crème brûlée.
"Try it. The chef's skills are not bad." Atobe picked up his knife and fork as the appetizers were served, his tone casual but unable to hide his anticipation.
Upon hearing this, Mochizuki Ryo picked up his fork and gently speared a piece of perfectly seared foie gras, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with caramelized apple balancing the richness. A hint of approval flashed in his eyes: "Délicieux. (Delicious!) It's even better than the chefs at some of the old-established restaurants in Paris."
"That's natural."
With his own dishes receiving recognition, Atobe spoke with a hint of pride, his dining movements as elegant as if he were filming a movie. "The head chef is a top Michelin three-star master."
Looking at the proud Atobe, Mochizuki Ryou chuckled slightly, but didn't say anything more and enjoyed her main course.
The two didn't talk much during the meal, but it didn't feel awkward.
The soft clinking of cutlery and the rustling of rose bushes outside the window in the evening breeze create a quiet and leisurely atmosphere.
Wang Yueling ate slowly and gracefully, every movement exuding refinement; Atobe, on the other hand, sat upright, his dining etiquette impeccable, displaying the upbringing of a wealthy heir.
After the meal, the butler cleared away the tableware and served two cups of post-meal tea.
Wang Yueling took a small sip of the tea. The aroma was refreshing, and the warmth flowed slowly down her throat, dispelling the evening chill.
"Go sit in the study for a while."
Atobe put down his teacup, stood up, and spoke naturally.
Mochizuki Ryo raised an eyebrow slightly, guessing that Atobe probably had something to talk to him about. He nodded and followed him up the spiral staircase.