Chapter 1768 - 1769: The Inside Story

It's only now that I realize how much interesting knowledge and tricks are involved in a cigar.

And compared to regular cigarettes with their mere tobacco flavor, the taste of this cigar is something Lin Xian really likes

especially the hint of vanilla ice cream, which is very peculiar.

After cutting the cigar cap, Mu Zhengfeng took out a special lighter

Not only was its design unique, like a small revolver, but the flame it emitted was also like a blowtorch.

Mu Zhengfeng held the cigar at an angle and gently rotated it over the flame as he said, "When lighting a cigar, it's best not to use a regular lighter, as uneven heating can ruin the aroma and flavor of the cigar. Also, keep a 45-degree angle between the cigar and the flame, and rotate it slowly."

Once the cigar was lit, Mu Zhengfeng took a gentle puff

and after savoring it in his mouth for a while, he slowly blew out a smoke ring.

"A cigar shouldn't be inhaled deeply, especially for beginners, or you'll get overwhelmed. Just take small sips, like with wine, slowly enjoying its aroma. Moreover, cigars have the advantage of a long burning time, so you don't need to inhale frequently, just a small puff every minute is enough."

Indeed, Mu Zhengfeng usually seemed scholarly and affable

but at this moment, with a cigar in his mouth, exhaling clouds of smoke, he exuded a formidable presence.

No wonder many affluent people prefer cigars; they do carry much more prestige than cigarettes.

Lin Xian mimicked his actions, lighting his own cigar leisurely, and after a gentle puff,

taking some time to savor it, his eyes lit up.

The flavor was indeed rich, and the taste was completely different from cigarettes, not bitter at all.

Full of layers, starting with the fermented vanilla aroma, followed by the unique scent of vanilla ice cream.

Mu Zhengfeng smiled and asked, "How do you like it?"

"It's certainly deserving of its reputation as a top-tier cigar, truly wonderful," Lin Xian remarked as he admired the cigar in his hand.

Mu Zhengfeng generously said, "If you like it, I'll give you one later; this 40th-anniversary edition isn't available domestically."

"Thank you, Uncle!"

Lin Xian expressed his gratitude.

At this moment, Mu Wanqing, having changed her outfit, came over and sat beside Lin Xian.

Sniffing the air, she curiously asked, "Huh? Why does it smell like vanilla ice cream?"

"It's the aroma of the cigar," Lin Xian explained.

Mu Wanqing raised an eyebrow and complimented, "This cigar smells quite nice."

Lin Xian teased, "Senior, how about joining our cigar club?"

"Do you want me to join you in smoking cigars?" Mu Wanqing chuckled, pressing her lips together.

Actually, any club would work, as long as its core positioning could attract those top-tier second-generation wealthy individuals.

This required careful discussion between the two of them.

Seeing Lin Xian and his daughter chatting happily, Mu Zhengfeng slowly exhaled a smoke ring and contemplated silently.

Originally, in the circle of second-generation wealthy in Jinling, he had high hopes for Meng Xu.

Moreover, Meng Xu himself liked Mu Wan, but unfortunately, over the years, Mu Wanqing had never shown any interest in him.

But now, with Lin Xian in the picture, in comparison, Meng Xu seemed to fall short.

Besides surpassing Meng Xu in every aspect, the most crucial point was that his daughter had a liking for him, which was the most important thing.

Enjoying cigars, sipping tea, chatting—what a delightful pleasure.

Leisurely times always seem to pass especially quickly.

Glancing at his watch, Lin Xian saw it was nearing nine o'clock, so he stood up and said, "Uncle, Aunt, it's getting late, I should head back."

"Stay a little longer!"

Mu Zhengfeng smiled and said, "Wanqing mentioned you've bought Old Qin's villa, it's just a few minutes away, so why the rush?"

Lin Xian explained, "I haven't moved into that villa yet, planning to renovate it again."

"Renovating is a good idea, Old Qin's taste is... quite poor."

Mu Zhengfeng joked, then reminded, "Drive safely at night. Wanqing, see Lin Xian out."

"Goodbye, Uncle and Aunt!"

With the box of Cohiba cigars gifted by Mu Zhengfeng, Lin Xian and Mu Wanqing walked out together.

Watching them leave, Chen Shiyun softly asked, "So, what do you think? Did you notice anything?"

Mu Zhengfeng pondered for a moment, then gave a fair assessment, "He has a good personality, but doesn't possess much commercial talent or perception, and his drive isn't very strong—he's a great young man, but not suited for the business world."

"He doesn't lack money, so why should he enter the business world? Besides, he earns as much as you do in oil futures and hedge funds each year."

Chen Shiyun glanced at him, hinted, "I actually think Lin Xian is a great kid, he has a good character, is talented, knows how to enjoy life, and is romantic. Or do you want Wanqing to be like me, waiting late at night for her husband to come home?"

I...

Mu Zhengfeng's momentum faltered, his face full of helplessness.

Why is this coming back to bite me?

"It's getting late. I'm going to sleep. You should rest early too!"

Chen Shiyun stood up, stretched lazily, and walked to the bedroom on the third floor.

Alright!

Looks like I'll be sleeping in the study again.

In the garden parking lot

Lin Xian opened the car door and waved, saying, "Senior, I'm heading back!"

Seeing him about to leave, Mu Wanqing hesitated slightly, bit her lip, and called out, "Hey, wait."

"What's up?"

Lin Xian was about to get in the car, but upon hearing this, he paused and turned around to look at her in confusion.

Mu Wanqing looked natural, smiled with pursed lips, and said, "Hey, tomorrow is the weekend, want to go play some golf?"

Her tone was straightforward, without any awkwardness. Her sunny and confident smile made Lin Xian's heart skip.

Was she asking him out?

Lin Xian raised his eyebrows slightly, apologetically explained, "Senior, I'm really sorry, I already have plans with my girlfriend tomorrow. Maybe another day?"

Going out with his girlfriend?

Mu Wanqing's smile paused, a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

But soon, she regained her smile, "It's alright, then another day! Take it slow on your way, stay safe."

"Alright, senior, I'm heading off!"

Lin Xian nodded, sat into the car.

Watching the Rolls-Royce Phantom's silhouette disappear, Mu Wanqing sighed softly, her expression somewhat complex.

Lin Xian was very honest, he didn't deceive her.

That's precisely what made him so attractive.

Lin Xian didn't hide anything, laying his true self in front of her.

Indeed, I'm just a jerk, with a girlfriend, more than one.

But such a bad guy isn't really detestable.

What Lin Xian meant to convey was simple: I'm a jerk, make up your mind yourself.

He handed the choice over to Mu Wanqing herself, letting her decide.

After bidding farewell to Mu Wanqing, Lin Xian did not drive straight back to Purple Gold Mountain District but headed to his villa.

The villa was pitch dark and silent at night, exceptionally spacious, with a creepy horror movie feel.

That's why, Lin Xian didn't choose a villa with a too big area.

It's okay if the house is crowded, but the key is he's living alone, as per Zhang Mengyao's personality.

She would definitely spend most of her time at school, maybe coming over to stay with him during weekends.

So, living alone in such a large villa is not only a waste, but the atmosphere is also weird.

Although Lin Xian isn't afraid of ghosts, the atmosphere inevitably affects one's mood.

Lin Xian didn't directly enter the villa but first went to the extended garage adjacent.

Honestly, the garage alone on one side looked pretty good, with a strong American industrial style.

But coupled with the European classical style villa, it seems quite out of place.

Like tomato stir-fried mooncakes... separately they are nice ingredients, but together they become a dark gourmet.

The garage was empty, the cars it once held had already been taken by a used car company.

Lin Xian never liked those cars, but selling them to the used car company could still bring him over ten million.

For Qin Dongfeng right now, ten million is lifesaving.

Looking around the garage, Lin Xian decided secretly to have the renovation workers dismantle this garage by tomorrow.

Entering the villa, he turned on the main switch, and the originally dark villa was suddenly illuminated.

Lin Xian carefully observed the villa's design and structure, his brain started pondering how to modify it.

After a solid hour, he had toured the entire villa completely.

To his surprise, many parts of the villa's renovations and designs were pretty good, only needing modifications in some details, not requiring complete demolition or total remodeling.

He felt that the renovation workload inside the villa was less than that of the front garden.

Counting up, using the best green, formaldehyde-free materials, and working day and night, a maximum of ten days to thoroughly complete.

Of course, the final draft would wait until tomorrow to see what suggestions Zhang Mengyao has.

Returning home, Zhuang Tong and Nie Qingqing weren't there.

Only after making a call did Lin Xian find out they had returned to school in the afternoon, treated Xuanxuan and the others to a meal.

The friends had drunk and decided to stay in the dormitory overnight, chatting and bonding.

This left Lin Xian a bit disappointed, originally wanting to try wearing a suit to fight...

The salty fish crouched on the balcony, staring at him blankly.

One person, one cat, big eyes staring at small eyes.

"What are you looking at? Sleep!"

Lin Xian pouted, picked up his change of clothes, and headed into the bathroom.