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Xia Siyu nodded, and began to wander around the house.

It was then that she discovered the owner of the house must be a reticently artistic young man.

Even though she wasn’t too fond of the minimalist decor, she was still attracted by the decorations here. Unlike the wine cellar that covered the whole wall next door, this first floor was still home to the living room, dining room, kitchen, gym, and such. The second floor had been converted into a large open space. Upon entering, there was a large bookshelf filled with all sorts of books.

Although Xia Siyu was the type to fall asleep as soon as she picked up a book, she was particularly fond of these books—all of them were about cinema, television, and art. There was a landscape painting on the wall; though she didn’t know much about art, having lived in Italy since she was young, she recognized that it was a work by Amedeo Modigliani, an Italian genius artist who died young.

At the front of the second floor was a projector, accompanied by a complete set of professional cinematic equipment. It was clear that once the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were drawn and the lights in the room dimmed, it would become a cozy and discreet mini cinema.

Next to it was a small wine cabinet, filled with the owner’s collection of red wine. Sitting on the sofa with a glass of red wine while watching a movie would be perfect.

The nanny also mentioned, “There’s a storage room downstairs which my master has turned into a wine cellar; it’s equipped with full temperature control devices, maintaining a constant temperature of around 17 degrees Celsius and stable humidity.”

She understood. This temperature was ideal for storing red wine. It seemed the small wine cabinet above was just for a few bottles for everyday drinking.

Next to it was a collection room filled with out-of-print movie soundtracks, film reels, and even various photography equipment, such as tripods. She could say with confidence that by moving this photography equipment out, one could directly shoot a short film.

This owner really had something special.

Further up was the third floor. Xia Siyu then asked, “Is it not possible to see upstairs?”

The nanny seemed to be in a difficult position but she went upstairs first, “Sir, the clients downstairs want to have a look upstairs, would that be okay?”

Then the door creaked open. There was no answer, but he probably nodded, as the nanny came down and said, “You can come up and have a look.”

The second floor was made up of four large rooms converted into one open space. The third floor, reportedly similar in layout, indeed had four rooms. The master bedroom, located in the center, faces the backyard swimming pool. Besides it, there were three other bedrooms. Xia Siyu looked around and asked, “Can I see the terrace above too?”

The nanny nodded, “Yes.”

She climbed up alone; Little Tang and the real estate agent did not follow, and the nanny also watched them from downstairs—the second and third floors had many valuable collections, but the terrace was fine to look at, as there wasn’t much up there.

Once she was up there, she indeed felt like she was looking down at everything. The mountain breeze up there was particularly pleasant.

However, a voice came from behind her, “Do you like this house? Would it be okay to live here with me?”

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