She had drunk last night and was uncomfortable, made worse by worry, fear, and all sorts of wild thoughts that kept her awake all night. Now her mind was a mess as she sat up straight on the soft, large bed. Unlike her original cramped rental room, this bedroom alone was seventy to eighty square meters, and the vast space and luxurious furniture continuously gave her an unreal feeling.
The blanket covering her was light and soft goose down, a type she had seen online, costing tens of thousands of RMB just for one. Of course, compared to the extravagance of the whole villa, this seemed trivial.
Her gaze swept the enormous bedroom, her mind in a haze. Zhou Zilan, feeling like she was floating in the clouds, gave her head a hard knock as the events of the previous night surfaced in her mind like a movie. At that moment, she finally confirmed that all of this was not a dream—she had truly struck it rich from this moment on.
