CHAPTER 148: CHAPTER 148: THE TOP FLOOR OF CHAMPS ELYSEES

Lin Mubai immediately dialed An Nan’s cellphone upon leaving the ’Champs Elysees’.

The first time, no one answered, undeterred, he continued dialing a second call, still no answer. Just as he was about to call again, the special ringtone he set for someone suddenly rang, and he picked up at the fastest speed, his lazy voice reached the other person’s ear: "Where are you?"

The other end of the line was silent for a moment, then a faint voice came through: "I want to be alone for a while."

"Okay, I’ll wait for you."

Even after the beeping sound came from the cellphone, Lin Mubai still held the phone to his ear, but his mood slowly fell into disappointment; she didn’t want to see him, that was the only thought in his heart at the moment.

While Lin Mubai was feeling down here, An Nan, who was close to the top floor of the ’Champs Elysees’, felt the same. Leaving the private box, she suddenly didn’t want to return alone to that empty home, so she once again stepped into the top floor she hadn’t visited for a long time.

Upon hearing his subordinate report that someone had entered the top floor room, Rocky quickly put down his busy work and hurried to the top floor.

Contrary to outsiders’ speculations of lavishness, the top floor of the ’Champs Elysees’ can be described as rustic; the overall decor style adopts the Chinese Ming and Qing era style. The artificial bridges and flowing water, pavilions, and towers, although lacking some natural feel, are still extraordinarily beautiful, entirely distinct from the exquisite European style decor downstairs -- two different worlds, two space concepts. Here, even the sound of a needle dropping can be heard crystal clear.

Usually, few people venture here, apart from the routine cleaning staff, it’s almost as difficult as reaching heaven for others to come up. Not only does it require fingerprint verification, but also the latest technology of iris scanning.

Rocky searched every corner of the entire floor and finally saw that familiar figure on the spacious balcony. He didn’t immediately approach to disturb her, just stood quietly at a short distance, satisfied in his heart.

Eventually, she noticed his presence. An Nan didn’t turn around, no excessive emotional fluctuations, only indifference: "You’re here."

"Miss." Rocky’s call was extremely respectful, unlike how outsiders viewed him.

The one high above, admired by many.

Afterwards, silence continued to fall.

With indifferent eyes continuing to gaze far at the distant bright lights, by now, Rocky had already come beside her, standing side by side, mimicking her gaze at the lights below, his indifferent voice again entering her ear: "Miss, now that you’re willing to come here, have you already decided to go back?"

With Rocky’s reminder, An Nan’s heart was once again filled with confusion. She just felt an oppressive discomfort tonight, wanting to find a place to quietly think, so she came up here without much thought.

Go back? Indeed, her birthday was fast approaching, it was time to return. Wasn’t tonight’s call a reminder?

The answer was already in her heart, yet the response she gave him remained ambiguous: "Let’s wait a bit longer; when the time comes, I will naturally go back, take on the responsibilities that should be mine. For now, I just want to live some life that belongs to my own desires."

"Yes, Miss. Next time I see you, I will still pretend to be a stranger, but Rocky wants to tell you, I will always wait for Miss’s return home, the master too. It’s already late, Miss, stay here tonight, Rocky will go down first."