"Don't we all like to buy a penthouse? We're afraid of water leakage, wind, etc." Jian Anran remembered the lightning protection posts she often saw on Xiaohongshu about buying a loft and an east door.
"Compared with objective factors that can be solved, I am more worried about uncontrollable neighborhood relations."
Jian Anran nodded, feeling that it made sense.
Their home is on the fifth floor, and the children on the seventh floor love to skip rope upstairs. She can hear it clearly even though they are two floors apart. After many attempts to communicate with each other to no avail, it gives her a headache.
"Don't you have to wait a long time for the elevator on the 32nd floor?"
"One staircase, one household." Wen Siheng touched her head and said.
The elevator rose rapidly to the top floor. With a "ding dong" sound, the elevator door opened into a rather grand elevator hall. The marble decoration shone under the reflection of the crystal chandelier. On the table beside it were flowers with water droplets on their petals.
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Wen Siheng put his mobile phone against the door lock, "Beep——" and the door opened automatically.
The interior style of the house is in sharp contrast with the elevator hall. The house of more than 300 square meters has only three bedrooms, the living room and dining room are huge, and the north and south are transparent.
There is a huge entrance hall at the entrance, with the kitchen and dining area on the left to the north, and the south-facing balcony on the right facing the unobstructed view of the Luojiang River.
There are only three main colors of black, white and gray throughout the interior, with gray and white marble floors, black flat leather sofas, a floor-standing TV and a full set of Bose speakers that are often seen on social platforms.
The kitchen is divided into Chinese and Western kitchens. The one to the north is the Chinese kitchen with sliding doors. It is surrounded by a Western-style island and next to it is an eight-seater black marble dining table.
Some of the furniture was even covered with dust bags. It looked like it had just been delivered. The room was neat and tidy. Some tables were not completely dry yet, so it looked like someone had just come in to do some cleaning.
"Come in." Wen Siheng leaned against the door and motioned for Jian Anran to come in first.
"Where are the slippers?" Jian Anran stood at the door cautiously, for fear of staining the clean and reflective floor.
Wen Siheng pushed open the invisible door behind the entrance. Inside was a cloakroom that looked larger than Jian Anran's room. After rummaging for a long time, he found a pair of hotel disposable slippers.
Jian Anran laughed out loud. She didn't expect that Wen Siheng, who was like a flower on the mountain, would take slippers from the hotel. In this way, he looked no different from herself.
Wen Siheng seemed to see what she was thinking, and explained: "There are so many people coming here before the house is ready, so my mother brought it over."
Bypassing the entrance, walking further into the living room is the bedroom area. The house of more than 300 square meters has only three bedrooms. In addition to a study room, the master and second bedrooms are equipped with bathrooms and dressing rooms.
"Your parents also live with you?" Jian Anran asked casually.
"No, don't worry, such a thing will never happen."
Jian Anran rolled her eyes and said, "What does it have to do with me?"
"Eliminate any hotbed that affects the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law." Wen Siheng leaned against the door frame and looked at her condescendingly.
"Then why do you keep such a fully equipped second bedroom?" Jian Anran asked.
A house of this size should have 4-5 rooms, but now there are only three rooms left. It is probably because Wen Siheng knocked them out and put them in other areas during the renovation.
"What if there are new family members in the future?" Wen Siheng's words were unclear.
Jian Anran was startled for a moment, then regained her composure: "Then I wish Teacher Wen to have a son soon."
"You too." Wen Siheng smiled softly.
"Don't curse me." Jane Anran continued walking inside.
For career-oriented women, getting married and having children seems to be a shackle on the road ahead.
It’s not that Jian Anran was born with a fear of marriage and childbirth. It’s just that even when she was looking for an internship job, her HR had to ask her questions such as whether she had a boyfriend and whether she would get married immediately after graduation, which was really scary.
The bedrooms basically have the same layout. The master bedroom has a bathroom with double basins and a bathtub, and there are two dressing rooms for men and women. The second bedroom has a three-piece bedroom, dressing room and bathroom that is more accessible.
There is a whole wall of books in the study room. The books have not been moved in yet. In the middle is a huge white height-adjustable table, with a single sofa and floor lamp at the foot.
After a brief walk around the bedroom and walking to the living room, Jian Anran's eyes were immediately attracted to a single chair next to the sofa.
One of the representatives of modern craftsmanship and a classic of the 1929 World Expo, the Barcelona chair was designed by the architect Mies van der Rohe.
The simple and clean black leather surface and exposed silver metal support are a model of minimalist style.
Jian Anran once liked this chair very much and searched it on an orange shopping software. The high price made her retreat.
I walked straight to the Barcelona chair, and the moment I sat down, I felt like I had reached a certain life achievement point in the game.
She felt like her head was shining brightly.
"You like it very much?" Wen Siheng sat next to her, leaning on the back of the chair with his head in his hands and looking at her with a satisfied expression.
"A bit." Jian Anran nodded.
"Just a little?"
"I like it very much." She touched the black surface with her hand. It had clear ravines and texture. In front of such a dream love chair, the excellent river view outside the window was slightly eclipsed in her eyes.
Wen Siheng started to play with her hair again with his sharp-knuckled fingers. Jian Anran was in a good mood this time and let him play with it.
"Ah? Does the teacher really want me to go home with you? Isn't this not good?" Suddenly she became interested and started to act in a sitcom.
Wen Siheng was very cooperative, "Do I give you a chance to refuse?"
After saying that, he looked at Jian Anran's deer-like eyes, reached out and grabbed her slender waist, and when he lowered his head and was about to cover her lips——
"Ding dong——", the doorbell rang unexpectedly.
After hearing this, Jian Anran wanted to get up and open the door. Wen Siheng grabbed her wrist and pressed her tightly. His hot breath brushed the side of her face, and her body went limp. Just as her consciousness defense line was being gradually broken, the doorbell sounded.
Ring again.
Wen Siheng's fingers covering her waist were opened one by one. Jian Anran struggled out from the gap between the man on her body and the chair. When she walked to the door, she suddenly thought of something and plucked her hair twice before opening the door.
The man and woman outside the door look like a couple, middle-aged, and the man’s hand is on the woman’s shoulder.
Seeing Jian Anran, the woman smiled politely first, and then said: "Hello, your house has been busy renovating for a long time. Every time I come here, there are workers, and I haven't seen the owner. I just saw the elevator when I was waiting for it.
After getting to the 32nd floor, I wanted to try my luck."
Wen Siheng suddenly appeared behind her. Jian Anran felt a sudden weight on her shoulders. Wen Siheng put his hand on her shoulders.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" Wen Siheng asked.
"It's like this. We've come here to visit several times. It's rare to see such a stylish decoration. Could you please introduce the designer to us?" the man said politely.
"No problem." Wen Siheng turned around and took out a business card from his coat on the sofa in the living room and handed it to the man.
"Wen Siheng?" The man glanced at the business card in his hand, "So you hired a university professor? No wonder it's so different!"
