Chapter Sixty-One: My Ranran Deserves the Best

“I received a phone call at that time—it was about my younger brother.”
“Ouyang Mufeng, what’s happened to him now?”
“He got beaten up. Apparently, it was because of Zhen Mi—he got into a fight with some wealthy young man. Honestly, he should know better than to pick fights he can’t win. Now look at him, landed in the hospital. I should’ve broken his leg myself, maybe he’d stop getting into trouble all the time.”
“Muya? Is your brother actually serious this time?”
He fought so fiercely for her; surely this is real affection.
Everyone in City A knows the Ouyang family’s youngest son has quite the reputation—girlfriends come and go, he never looks back, only talks money, never gets emotionally involved, let alone believes in true love.
“I don’t know, Ranran. But falling for Zhen Mi might not be a good thing.”
Their family would never allow it. If Ouyang Mufeng is only playing around, that’s fine. But if he’s genuinely in love, their parents would never accept an actress as their daughter-in-law, especially one without any background.
“Muya, I think Zhen Mi is wonderful.”
“I do too. But that doesn’t mean everyone else feels the same way, does it?”
Shangguan Ranran sat in the car, recalling what Ouyang Muya had said, “Mr. Huangpu, do you also believe in arranged marriages, dictated by parental authority?”
“Few people follow that anymore. Usually, it’s because they can’t defy their parents and just accept it. Or they haven’t met someone they truly like, or don’t like anyone enough. There’s also those who marry for family interests.”
“So, Mr. Huangpu, you’re saying that most people from prominent families marry for mutual benefit, to reach an understanding?”
“Yes. Ranran, you don’t need to worry about these things. I won’t be burdened by them.”
As he spoke tenderly, his phone suddenly rang. Driving one-handed, he reached for his private phone, switched on the speaker, and placed it in front.
“Huangpu? Big brother’s back. Come to Mist Night tonight.”
“Understood,” he replied calmly, and the call ended.
“Big brother?”
Shangguan Ranran was puzzled. So there were four of them?
“Yes, he’s from Country G. Ranran, come with me this evening.”
“All right. Where are we headed now?”
The direction wasn’t towards her company, after all.

“We’re going to my company. I’ve prepared a surprise for you, Ranran.”
When Huangpu Shenqing arrived at the company with Shangguan Ranran, everyone was already accustomed to the sight.
He led Ranran to the top floor lounge, which had an elevator connecting to the floors below.
Shangguan Ranran felt a bit odd. When she had come by a few days ago, it hadn’t been like this—now all four floors had become sealed compartments, each fitted with a door. Access was only possible from the lounge above; the other side was blocked off, leading directly to the top floor.
“Mr. Huangpu, did you renovate these four floors?”
“Yes. Ranran, guess what they’re used for now?”
“Personal offices?”
“No.”
“Conference halls?”
“Not that either.”
“So, what are they for?”
“Go inside and you’ll see.”
Huangpu Shenqing and Shangguan Ranran descended to the 119th floor, standing before an electronic door secured by both fingerprint and password, connecting the 119th and 118th floors.
“Ranran, come record your fingerprint. From now on, these four floors belong exclusively to you.”
“What? They’re for me?”
Shangguan Ranran was astonished. Was she meant to work here? How could that be? What was she supposed to do?
Huangpu Shenqing recorded her fingerprint, and with a beep, the door opened.
He pressed the lights for the enclosed floor, flooding the space with brightness.
The scene unveiled itself before Ranran’s eyes.
Countless musical instruments were arranged neatly, stretching as far as she could see. There were nearly ten pianos, each different in brand and style.
On the other side, there were just as many zithers—too numerous to count—and various other instruments, some even unfamiliar to Shangguan Ranran.
From here, she could see the next floor as well, filled with musical instruments, densely packed, of every kind.

Her pupils widened involuntarily. This was ten times the size of her music room, with ten times the number of instruments she had collected—perhaps even more.
Around her were pale blue gauze curtains, and the walls and floor were covered in blue Persian carpets, with blue lantern stars hanging from above, creating an ethereal beauty.
At the staircase to the next floor, blue nightlights had been installed, and the decor below was much the same—everything in the shade of blue that Shangguan Ranran adored.
“Mr. Huangpu, isn’t this a bit extravagant?”
There were so many instruments; she could never use them all.
“It’s not excessive. This way, Ranran will never be bored again. Let’s go see the art studio next.”
Huangpu Shenqing planned to go to the next floor. These two floors were done well—he’d have to give Mo Yi a raise.
Shangguan Ranran grabbed his arm. “Mr. Huangpu, I don’t dare look any further. Can we return these? I really can’t use all of them.”
What if the lower floors were filled with more instruments, or something else? It was simply…
Huangpu Shenqing drew her into his arms, gazing into her pure eyes, overwhelmed by emotion.
“My Ranran deserves the best—don’t overthink it. I just want you to be happier.”
“Thank you, Mr. Huangpu. I really like it.”
Shangguan Ranran’s smile was sweet, her eyes twinkling, her voice softer and gentler than ever before.
Huangpu Shenqing couldn’t help himself—he tightened his embrace, pressing his lips to hers.
It was their first kiss. Shangguan Ranran was nearly breathless, discovering he didn’t know how to kiss at all—awkward and clumsy, her lips swollen from his efforts.
Mortified, Shangguan Ranran buried herself in his arms, refusing to come up.
Huangpu Shenqing laughed aloud, his voice deep and magnetic, his eyes full of tenderness and an unfamiliar joy.
He was so mischievous, teasing her like this! Shangguan Ranran’s face grew redder, burrowing deeper, showing only the back of her head.