Chapter BGM:
"Clair de Lune" by Debussy
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"Not every home is just a house. Some are empires, floating on still water."
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Jett's lake house appeared to sit quietly halfway up the mountainside, facing a lake so still it looked like glass. But anyone who stepped closer would discover the truth—this wasn't just beside the lake. It was on the lake.
Designed by Jett's father and a renowned Minnan feng shui architect, the estate was built after reshaping and refilling the lake itself. A mansion on water, rooted in tradition and protected by cutting-edge systems.
In the summer, the view was serene. In the winter, the cold sank into your bones.
That morning, Celeste had woken early. She'd dyed her once red hair back to black, preparing for the family gathering. She wasn't about to face the mountain wind looking like a mess. Once the sun rose, she and Nolan set off together.
He came back, just like he said he would—this time, in red.
They didn't need to knock. The bronze gates recognized them before they arrived—cameras, fingerprint scanners, and infrared beams at night. The doors opened on their own.
Inside was another world entirely.
A nearly six-meter-high ceiling welcomed them into the grand foyer. The floors gleamed with imported marble. Hanging from above was a massive Belgian crystal chandelier—two stories tall, like a waterfall of stars. Against the far wall: an original 19th-century oil painting of a Southeast Asian trading fleet, quietly telling the story of the family's rise.
This living room was one of Celeste's favorites.
To the right: a stately sitting area.To the left: French doors that opened onto a lakeside garden.A redwood entry cabinet stood along one wall, topped with a bronze samurai sculpture—as if silently reminding all visitors: Never dull your edge.
Deeper inside were gifts of calligraphy from political allies of the past, and rows of trophies—martial arts, basketball, each engraved with Jett's name.
And in the corner, polished to perfection: a black grand piano.Another favorite of hers.
One side wing held a private lounge, off-limits to guests—reserved for drivers and guards on rotation. Quiet, efficient, always ready.
Upstairs, the hallway was lined with black-and-white portraits of previous generations—each one labeled with year and title. Some wore military uniforms or medals from overseas; others, dressed simply, carried a quiet intensity that needed no introduction.
The carpet absorbed every footstep. Each room along the corridor was sealed shut, like an old noble home breathing discipline and silence.
Below ground, the estate revealed its secrets—A wine cellar. A spa. A private cinema. A weapons gallery.And at the core, a central security hub.
Every inch of the villa balanced legacy and modern precision.Nothing loud. Everything meant.
Heated floors ensured that even in the coldest nights, you could walk barefoot and still feel warm. Celeste loved that, too.
In the dressing room upstairs, her stylist was already waiting.
Her hair was swept into a neat chignon, with a single gemstone pin gifted by Jett's family tucked delicately in place. She wore a white button-down with crisp jeans—casual on the surface, but tailored to perfection. The kind of girl who could throw on anything and still look like she belonged on a magazine cover.
Effortless, but never dull.
While the adults were still getting ready downstairs, she curled up on the velvet sofa, wrapped in a blanket, enjoying the warm air and an old Hong Kong film. Without looking up, she shouted:
"Jett! Did you stock enough Pepsi? The canned kind!"
"You seriously need that specific one?" Jett sighed.
Yup! F4 used to endorse it, and now Rain does too," she said matter-of-factly.(F4: Taiwan's original heartthrobs. Rain: The K-pop king of early 2000s. In this house, Pepsi is a love language.)
Jett glanced at Nolan and muttered, "You better endorse Sprite. She'll switch sides in a second."
Nolan looked like he was about to protest, but wisely said nothing. You don't mess with Pepsi loyalty.
Then he called down to the staff. "Bring more canned Pepsi please."
The three of them spent the afternoon the way they always did—bickering, teasing, completely at ease.
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"And somewhere between the soft light and silk shadows, something quietly began."
Would you live in a house like this—on the lake, under the stars?
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