I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Click!" The bathroom door suddenly opened, startling Lee Ji-eun like a frightened lamb, who immediately wrapped herself in a towel to protect her chest.

"Miss Lee, don't be nervous, it's me," Hong Yi said, walking in with a package, "Mr. Zhang is still freshening up, he says that if he wants to see you, you must dress up nicely."

"Is that necessary?" Lee Ji-eun was somewhat puzzled in her heart; she clearly knew why she was here today, so why would someone as assertive as Zhang Menglong care about these external things?

From the way Hong Yi described it, this young Huaxia man named Zhang Menglong seemed to treat meeting her as a very important matter, which seemed somewhat unreasonable. Even if the meeting was to be very solemn and serious, it should be she, not him, who needed to be so.

"You don't know, Mr. Zhang is a fan of yours," said Hong Yi with a laugh, "No, calling you a goddess wouldn't be an exaggeration."

A flash of surprise crossed Lee Ji-eun's face. For someone as wealthy as Zhang Menglong, what kind of woman couldn't he have? Just like today, with a single word, even the government of Qingqiu Country directly stepped in to have her accompany Zhang Menglong. Who could qualify as his goddess?

But what Lee Ji-eun didn't know was that Zhang Menglong had been used to being an average Joe. It had been less than three months since he inherited his family wealth, and although some of his views had changed, many of his attitudes remained as before, for people's core values are quite difficult to alter drastically afterwards.

"Mr. Zhang really is a strange person," as a fellow woman, Lee Ji-eun didn't have much guard up against Hong Yi, who was close to her in age, "I thought it would be Mr. Zhang who came in."

"Even if it were Mr. Zhang, such defensive actions by Miss Lee would be meaningless," Hong Yi said with a smile, "I suppose your country's orders were to make Mr. Zhang happy at all costs, weren't they? Even if Mr. Zhang were to do something to you, would you be able to resist?"

Lee Ji-eun gave a bitter smile, "Since I chose to come here, I've prepared for everything."

"Exactly, so today, everything depends on Mr. Zhang's attitude. You don't need to put up any defenses, because it's meaningless," said Hong Yi, "The women Mr. Zhang wants to have are impossible not to have."

Lee Ji-eun put down the towel in her hand and stepped out of the bath like a lotus rising from the water, her face still flushed. It was clear, even after taking such a bold step, her heart was still engaged in a serious struggle.

"That's more like it," said Hong Yi, eyeing Lee Ji-eun's figure enviously, "Here are the clothes prepared for you. There's a dressing room in the bathroom; you can change and then come out."

"Is this... nightwear?" Lee Ji-eun took the clothes, her bitter smile deepening. It turned out she was here for this after all; Zhang Menglong apparently couldn't even wait until evening.

"Does Mr. Zhang often have girls come over to his place?" Lee Ji-eun chatted casually with Hong Yi.

"This is the first time Mr. Zhang has come to this place."

"Then these clothes..." Lee Ji-eun took out a bathrobe that seemed tailor-made for her, not only the perfect size but also extremely comfortable.

"You've misunderstood," explained Hong Yi, "Mr. Zhang owns more than 300 private clothing workshops around the world, each staffed with top designers and master tailors, constantly preparing a variety of styles and sizes of clothes for him and his friends, staff, including women—a staple in every one of his residences around the world, nothing surprising."

"Are the clothes comfortable at least?"

"Very comfortable, I've never worn clothes so comfortable," Lee Ji-eun said. All her personal outfits were also from private brands, but they weren't nearly as comfortable as these garments.

"All of Mr. Zhang's clothing materials have their own supply chain; all the materials are the best, of course, his clothes and those of his women are the finest of the fine, different from the stuff his staff wears."

"This..." In the package, besides the bathrobe, there was also a very "cooling" set of intimate apparel, likely only to be seen on the beach.

Lee Ji-eun bit her lip and put them on, but wrapped herself tightly in the bathrobe.

Seeing Lee Ji-eun like this, Hong Yi laughed helplessly. It seemed Lee Ji-eun hadn't fully accepted her situation yet. Of course, she knew even better that Zhang Menglong wouldn't do anything inappropriate to her. After all, Zhang Menglong was not like the usual rich second-generation individuals.

"Let's go, Miss Lee, it's time to meet Mr. Zhang."

"Mm." Lee Ji-eun hummed softly, following Hong Yi out of the bathroom.

...

"Damn, you actually did as you said. I thought you were going to bolt!" Zhang Menglong talked on the phone with Wang Ling while brushing his teeth.

"You'd bolt, but I wouldn't! I say, what's with you always bugging me, big guy? The frequency of your calls probably surpasses the ones you make to your girlfriend!"

"Hahaha, women are like clothes, brothers are like limbs; I'm just caring about you!" Wang Ling laughed, "Where are you at anyway?"

"I'm at Han'er's Longshan Apartments."

"Awesome, I heard that place is filled with female stars from Qingqiu Country, like Jeon Ji-hyun, Shen Min'er."

"You might not believe this, but this morning Lee Ji-eun was the one who woke me up," Zhang Menglong wiped his face, getting ready to leave the room.

"Hahaha, keep on boasting, they say Lee Ji-eun has a really powerful background. In all these years, none of those 'Q rules' seem to have applied to her. She's known as the jade girl of Qingqiu's entertainment industry. How could she possibly come wake you up?" Wang Ling swore, "If she woke you up this morning, I'll perform a handstand while washing my hair and eating instant noodles!"

"You don't believe me, huh," Zhang Menglong switched the camera around just as Lee Ji-eun, now dressed, walked out of the dressing room.

Her hair was still a bit damp, and beneath her knee-length bathrobe, a section of slender, snow-white legs was hard to prevent one's mind from wandering.

"Mr. Zhang, hello, I am Lee Ji-eun." Lee Ji-eun flashed Zhang Menglong a charming smile, though how much of it was genuine he did not know.

"Damn, she's really my goddess!" Zhang Menglong was so entranced, he almost dropped his phone, "Crap, no, I can't show you, you don't deserve it!"

"Damn! So it's actually true!" Actually, Wang Ling hadn't said that Lee Ji-eun was also his goddess.

"You... She just finished showering? You... you beast, did she just wake you up? There's nothing else?" The mere thought of Lee Ji-eun possibly having fallen prey to Zhang Menglong's talons made Wang Ling's breath catch in his throat.

"None of your business!" Zhang Menglong rolled his eyes at him, "I'll have someone send you instant noodles and shampoo soon, what brand do you want?"

Zhang Menglong counted on his fingers, "Up till now, you still owe me 20 tons of shit to eat, three handstand hair washes, and two days with a five-speed fan. Please settle these promptly!"

"I'm out!" Once the subject came up, Wang Ling immediately hung up the phone.

"Hahaha, scoundrel, ran away again!" Zhang Menglong put the phone aside, his gaze returning to Lee Ji-eun.

"Mr. Zhang, I'll take my leave then." Hong Yi bowed to Zhang Menglong.

"Yes, go ahead." Zhang Menglong nodded, plopping himself down on the couch, "Miss Lee, please make yourself comfortable, treat this place like your own home."

A blush suddenly bloomed on Lee Ji-eun's face, "Do we... go to your room, or just stay here?"