Gold Heights Condominium.
"Welcome, Mr. Qiao Yu. Please come in. I'm Dominic Chua, Miss Long's assistant. We talked a few times on the phone."
Qiao Yu nodded and shook the young man's hand.
He looked around the place with an expressionless face. Not bad. Sophisticated yet understated.
The extensive renovation looked like it was worth the cost. The last time he visited, the penthouse looked like the illegitimate child between a burlesque bar and a Disneyland knockoff.
Ever since the Young Miss started earning her own money in showbiz at a very young age, President Long Tengfei hired Qiao Yu as the child's financial manager. His job was basically to figuratively slap the mother and daughter's greedy hands, preventing them from emptying the child's bank account.
Her earnings were insignificant at first, with most of her money coming from the monthly allowance the President sent her. As she gradually became popular especially when her songs constantly went viral, her earnings increased.
However, with her crazy spending habits, if it wasn't for her substantial monthly allowance, Qiao Yu would have nothing to manage and the brat wouldn't be able to live such a lavish lifestyle.
It was the most thankless job, especially whenever he had to deal with both the mother and daughter's nasty and b*tchy attitudes. However, President Long paid him extremely well, so all he could do was suck it up and do the job he was paid for.
After the Young Miss woke up from coma, President Long instructed him to give the girl a one year grace period allowing her full access to her money without the usual restrictions. However, the Young Miss was not informed of this.
Qiao Yu secretly thought that the President was being too generous to such an ungrateful brat, even if it was his own daughter.
Half a year already passed by since the Young Miss woke up. Qiao Yu expected the girl to go all out spending money everywhere and catch up on the one year she wasn't able to go shopping.
Contrary to his expectations, however, her bank account was still fat; only decreasing a bit because of daily expenses, her employees' salaries, and three major withdrawals.
The first major withdrawal was about 3 million RMB to pay for the renovation. The second one was about 5 million RMB for her new wardrobe. The third withdrawal was more expensive at 15 million RMB. The reason she gave was to buy computers and to use for investments.
The 3 million was expensive for a renovation but seeing the results with his own eyes today, Qiao Yu thought that it wasn't too unreasonable. The penthouse now had class, something that it previously lacked with its owner.
As for the 5 million wardrobe…well, girls would be girls. At least, this time it only cost her 5 million for the entire wardrobe. He knew that the girl could spend the same amount of money for a single handbag.
He also wanted to say something about the 15 million but stopped himself. How many computers did she buy to cost 15 million? And investments? What did the girl know about investing? Did she even know what the word "investment" meant?
He already considered the 15 million gone. He reminded himself that the girl could take out as much money as she wanted for a year. She had 6 months left before the one grace period would end.
Two days ago, he received a call from Dominic Chua, informing him that the Young Miss wanted to speak to him. Thus, the reason why he came today.
"Sir, please follow me. Miss Long is waiting for you at the library office." Dom led the strict-looking, middle aged financial manager to where his boss waited.
"Thank you."
Qiao Yu couldn't help but gasp inwardly when they arrived at the big library office. Shelves filled with books covered the walls. There was a spiral staircase leading to a second floor also filled with books.
Sansevieria and peace lilies planted on the second floor balustrades gave the room a refreshing atmosphere. Indoor palm trees in big, colourful pots decorated the corners.
It was impressive.
He glanced at some of the books and was bewildered that they were in several different languages. Ah, so they were for decoration. He wouldn't believe it if someone told him the brat could read them. Alright, maybe the Chinese and English ones.
"Boss, Mr. Qiao is here."
Qiao Yu followed the young man to a big, dark desk at the end of the library. Wow. Was that macassar ebony wood? The beautiful desk distracted him until he heard a pleasant voice like a soft breeze in the summer.
"Thanks, Dom." Iris Long stood up from the lounge seat she was laying on at a corner under a potted palm tree. She was reading a Japanese light novel while waiting for the financial manager to arrive. "Mr. Qiao Yu, thank you for coming."
Iris smiled and nodded. "Please take a seat."
Her assistant led them to the seats in front of the big macassar desk. Iris and Qiao Yu sat opposite each other, a low table between them. Dominic served them hot tea.
Qiao Yu almost couldn't recognize the Young Miss in front of him. Her face looked the same, but the way she dressed changed. Her aura also changed.
Was the end of the world coming?