When the car reached the top of the mountain, Wen Nuan remembered that it was widely rumored that Zhan Nanxian and his girlfriend lived on Luoyan Road, not Luoyang Road where they were now. She breathed a sigh of relief and gradually calmed down.
The taxi drove into the silver metal gate surrounded by lush flowers and trees and continued to drive inside for a quarter of an hour. As the car passed by, she saw the beautifully decorated garden scenery under the dim street lights, the vast green lawn, the flourishing garden in the distance, the high and low open-air swimming pool, as well as the tennis court and the helicopter landing pad, all of which were captured in her increasingly amazed eyes.
I never knew there was such a house in this city that could definitely be rated as one of the top ten luxury houses but is so low-key that it has not been disclosed by the media at all.
The car stopped in front of a large and quiet five-story main house. The moon-white door was delicately engraved with floral patterns in Western palace style, and each detail was inlaid with luxurious gems. The door handle held by Zhan Nanxian was something she had seen in a magazine a few days ago. It was the most advanced fingerprint identification device in the world.
The door opened and she followed him in, full of confusion, not knowing where this was.
Someone in the hall turned around, surprised at her miserable appearance, "Xiao Nuan, what's wrong with you?"
She opened her mouth uncontrollably, "Zhan-Mom?!"
Shocked, she turned to look at Zhan Nanxian beside her. He curled the corners of his lips lightly and said, "This is my home." He said to the servant standing beside him, "Sister Huan, take her to the bathroom." Without even looking at her, he walked straight to the sofa and sat down with his mother in his arms.
Wen Nuan still couldn't process this hard-to-digest information. She felt as if she was walking in clouds and mist. She followed Sister Huan upstairs in a daze.
From the shiny marble floors to the various furniture made of fur, crystal and rare cold metals, the large and small ornaments inlaid with all kinds of precious gems and the colorful murals on the walls, everything is noble and fashionable, blending delicacy and luxury. It is obviously a comfortable and elegant style, but it harmoniously reveals psychedelic and strong temptation between the layers. Every subtle detail conveys a unique tension and beauty.
As if, as if it was... the strange taste that seemed familiar in her memory...
Pushing open the bathroom door, the silvery switch next to the door controls the Norwegian Nexans floor heating system. Looking around the spacious space of over 100 square meters, the all-white marble washbasin and floor are imported from either Europe or South America.
In the center is an Italian Teuco sunken ultrasonic massage bathtub, and in the next corner is a German Hansgrohe shower combination. The interior is filled with various oak furniture, exquisite accessories and bathroom supplies whose pursuit of details by Cappellini is comparable to the most precious jewelry.
Wen Nuan immersed herself from head to toe in the clear light blue water that imitated the color of the ocean, including her eyebrows and every floating hair. She fell and sank until she could no longer breathe, then she surfaced and gasped for breath.
She looked at the room in a trance. There were more than thirty large and small pure cotton white towels for different purposes hanging on the hand-carved and polished wooden frames that shone with natural colors. She tried hard to recall where she had seen this noble and dreamy feeling like a modern palace before.