Chapter 47 You Want to Keep Me as Your Lover?

Wang Jinwen secretly let out a breath, cast her a meaningful glance, and then left the sales office with his assistant.

“Mr. Lin… should we go look at the house now?” Miao Tiantian nodded and asked softly.

At this moment, she found it difficult to meet Lin Fan’s gaze, her heart fluttering with uncertainty. Lin Fan had specifically requested that she be the one to attend to him—any fool could tell there was a reason behind it.

It made her feel honored, yet filled her with hesitation. What if Lin Fan was attracted to her and wanted to take advantage?

“Don’t misunderstand. I have no intention of exploiting you,” Lin Fan said slowly. “I’m helping you. With a ten percent commission, you should be able to resolve your troubles, right?”

“No, I… um…” Miao Tiantian’s cheeks flushed deep red, and she stammered awkwardly.

She hadn’t expected Lin Fan to say that; it turned out her worries were baseless, her imagination running wild.

“Let’s go. We’ll take a look at the summit. And bring something to eat; the villa is so big, it might take a while to get through it all,” Lin Fan said seriously.

“I’ll prepare everything right away. Please wait a moment…” Miao Tiantian bowed to him and hurried off to gather the materials and some snacks.

Soon, the two boarded a sightseeing car and headed up the mountain to Villa Number One.

Upon entering, Lin Fan was stunned by the sheer scale of the estate—nearly ten acres of land, a top-tier mansion.

He’d seen videos online before: sprawling penthouses, hillside villas, oceanfront apartments, ranging from millions to tens of millions. But properties worth over a hundred million were rare, almost unheard of.

Such jaw-droppingly expensive villas are seldom put on display. Now, witnessing it with his own eyes, he gained a clearer understanding of the magnates who topped the rich lists.

A ten-acre villa—almost the size of an elementary school. Even the outdoor swimming pool was as large as a public pool. There were tennis courts, basketball courts, gardens, and more.

But the most striking feature of Villa Number One was the subterranean library, spanning five hundred square meters. The bookshelves were sparsely stocked, but many volumes were already placed inside.

As for the interior, it was the height of opulence. If not for the brand names and price tags in the documents, Lin Fan would never have fathomed why foreign furnishings could be so exorbitant.

Yet, the villa’s very size made him dislike the vast emptiness. He preferred cozy duplex villas of three or four hundred square meters. Such an estate would only appeal to women like Su Juanmo.

“Tiantian, do you like this kind of villa?” Lin Fan asked as they walked through the library.

“Mr. Lin, I don’t really understand luxury homes…” Miao Tiantian didn’t know why Lin Fan was asking, so she gave a modest response.

“I mean, from a woman’s perspective, do you like the design of this villa?” Lin Fan rephrased, genuinely seeking her opinion.

“Well… for girls, the bigger the mansion, the better. Women don’t like cramped spaces. But it depends on whether the lady of the house is lively or quiet…”

“So, because this villa is so vast, it incorporates many design elements—a blend of activity and tranquility, with all sorts of features. No matter the type of woman, she’d love it!” Miao Tiantian finally voiced her true thoughts.

Which woman wouldn’t like a mansion like this? She wondered what kind of woman Lin Fan’s partner was—she must be incredibly lucky.

If it were her, living in such a villa, she’d gladly work herself to the bone for Lin Fan.

At that moment, Lin Fan noticed her favorability toward him had reached 30!

“About what I mentioned earlier—do you want to reconsider?” Lin Fan suddenly changed the subject.

Earlier, as they ascended the mountain, he’d asked about her family situation. Miao Tiantian had told him everything.

Her father was an official, arrested for corruption and bribery. Their family’s company had been shut down, leaving them deeply in debt. She had an older brother, who, along with their mother, was working in the metropolis to pay back what they owed.

Miao Tiantian worked part-time at the Longquan Mountain Villa sales office, holding onto a faint hope: to sell a mansion worth over a hundred million, so she could earn a commission of a million or more.

Unfortunately, in two months, only three villas were sold. Once, a customer had appreciated her service and wanted her to attend to him, but Shen Yue intercepted, costing her the chance to earn extra money.

Afterward, Miao Tiantian told her cousin, but Shen Yue found out and began to target her, making things difficult.

“I… actually have a boyfriend.” Miao Tiantian hesitated, then finally admitted the truth.

“See? You’re overthinking it again. I told you, I won’t exploit you. I just see great potential in you as a top streamer. You’re eloquent, knowledgeable, a well-read academic star. If we cultivate you as a scholarly female broadcaster, you’d stand out.”

“The female streamers at my company focus on their talents, but it gets tiresome. If we introduce a storyteller, a historian—a talented woman—it’ll attract those reserved, tight-fisted male viewers. I’m that type myself. Compared to singers and dancers, I prefer scholarly beauties.”

Lin Fan laid out his vision openly.

He wanted to build Miao Tiantian into a streamer as renowned as Qiao Xinxin. Eventually, perhaps pair the two as a ‘Sweetheart Duo’ to attract even more traffic.

One would be a lively singer-dancer, the other a quiet academic broadcaster. Alternating between them would prevent aesthetic fatigue.

Even now, Lin Fan rarely watched his own company’s female streamers during their broadcasts. He’d seen too much in the past; now he preferred scholarly women telling stories, narrating five thousand years of civilization.

He liked those who spoke with elegance, literary flair. He enjoyed rewarding such streamers.

“I’ll discuss it with my family when I get home…” Miao Tiantian still hesitated.

“Alright, no pressure. Whenever you’re ready, just contact me. Now, let’s go look at Villa Number Two.”

“You’re buying two?” Miao Tiantian exclaimed.

“I want to give Villa Number Two to you,” Lin Fan said, stunning her. He had glanced at the layout while coming up—the second villa was similar to the summit villa, minus the garden and outdoor pool, but it had an indoor pool, as detailed in the documents.

“Give it to me? Why?” Miao Tiantian was flustered, her expression complex and cautious.

“Because I foresee you’ll become a streamer at my company. Like I said, any female streamer who joins us gets a house and a car—company benefits,” Lin Fan replied, brimming with confidence.

“You’re not planning to keep me, are you?”