134: Chapter 134 The True Face of a Royal-Level Courtyard House

The Hongqi L5 was parked quietly in the depths of the courtyard, solemn and imposing.

Su Wanqing looked at it, then at the vermilion gate before her, her expression complex.

"Is this our new home?" she asked softly, her tone filled with both amazement and a hint of unease.

Chen Fan took her hand, feeling the warmth of her palm.

He knew what she was thinking.

Jumping straight from a second-tier city like Yunzhou to the very heart of the hutong district in the Imperial Capital and moving into a place like this would require adjustment for anyone.

"This is our home," Chen Fan said.

The gate was fully open, revealing the scene within the courtyard.

This was not a simple courtyard house, but a palace.

With its grey bricks and tiles, and carved beams and painted pillars, every detail exuded the weight of history.

Several century-old trees stood in the courtyard, their branches lush and leaves dense, with stone tables and stools arranged artfully beneath their shade.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and plants, fresh and pleasant.

"Wow!" Chen Nianyao ran in first, like a cheerful butterfly, spinning around in the spacious courtyard.

She was usually carefree, but at this moment, she too was stunned by the sight.

Su Guohua had his eyes wide open, his mouth agape.

Pointing at the painted decorations on the eaves, he stammered, "Fan Zi, this... this isn't ordinary painting, this is imperial! Whoever lived in this courtyard before, they might have truly been a prince!"

Chen Muyang observed the layout of the courtyard.

He noticed several inconspicuous corners hiding highly concealed surveillance cameras.

This was not just a luxury mansion; it was an impregnable fortress.

Chen Fan helped Su Wanqing as they walked slowly into the courtyard.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting mottled shadows.

"Don't worry," Chen Fan said to Su Wanqing.

"It's very safe here, and very private.

You can rest easy and focus on your pregnancy here."

Su Wanqing leaned against him and nodded gently.

She could feel everything Chen Fan had done for this home, all the effort and thought he had put into it.

"Dad, there's a pond over there with koi fish in it!" Chen Nianyao shouted excitedly.

"And there's a small garden with so many flowers!"

Chen Fan led Su Wanqing through the hanging flower gate into the second courtyard.

It was even quieter here, with several wing rooms arranged in a well-ordered manner.

The main house was the central chamber, tall and spacious.

A plaque hung above the entrance, inscribed with several vigorous and powerful characters, exuding an inviolable majesty.

Chen Muyang stepped forward to examine it closely.

The plaque was no ordinary object; the wood was ancient and rustic, with natural grain that faintly revealed golden threads.

"Golden Phoebe wood?" Chen Muyang whispered to himself.

This type of wood had been reserved for imperial use since ancient times.

Su Guohua leaned in closer and exclaimed, "These characters are beautifully written! Such brushwork, such momentum—this is truly the work of a master!"

Chen Fan just watched Su Wanqing.

The weary look on her face had diminished significantly, replaced by curiosity and relaxation.

"This place is more comfortable than Dragon Bay No. 1," Su Wanqing said.

"Of course," Chen Fan said.

"This is the Imperial Capital; this is our new starting point."

The family continued walking inward, passing through a moon gate to enter the third courtyard.

It was a world of its own, featuring an independent back garden with rockeries, flowing water, pavilions, and even a small greenhouse filled with rare and precious flowers.

"Wow! I can paint here from now on!" Chen Nianyao jumped up with joy.

Chen Muyang walked to the deepest part of the courtyard, where there was an inconspicuous door.

Pushing it open, he found a massive underground garage.

In addition to the Hongqi L5, there were several identical black sedans parked in neat rows, like an army ready for action.

"Dad, this..." Chen Muyang was somewhat stunned.

"These are custom versions of the L5," Chen Fan said calmly.

"You and Nianyao can use them whenever you go out."

Su Wanqing looked at all of this, and the lingering sense of unease in her heart resurfaced.

She tugged on Chen Fan's sleeve and whispered, "Fan Zi, aren't we being too high-profile? The Imperial Capital is full of hidden talents and crouching tigers; if we do this..."

Chen Fan stopped, turned around, and gently stroked his wife's long hair.

He knew her worries.

"Wanqing, remember this," Chen Fan's voice was low and powerful.

"In Yunzhou, we were the richest family.

But in the Imperial Capital, we are the wealthy family itself.

Being high-profile is to let everyone know that the Chen family has arrived.

It is a declaration, and also a deterrent.

Only then will those petty people hiding in the shadows think twice about whether they dare to reach out."

Chen Fan's gaze was profound, as if piercing through the layers of courtyards to see the map of the entire Imperial Capital.

Night fell, and lights lit up the courtyard.

The ancient architecture took on a unique charm against the backdrop of modern lighting.

Su Wanqing had already rested, accompanied by Chen Nianyao.

Su Guohua, accompanied by Chen Haoyu, was taking a stroll in the courtyard, excitedly studying the flowers and plants.

Chen Fan sat alone in the study.

The study was spacious and bright, with antique furniture perfectly integrated with modern technology.

He opened his laptop; there were no games on the screen, only complex streams of business data.

"System," Chen Fan called out in his mind.

【Host, I am here.】

"Call up all information related to 'Huaying Media', especially the equity structure, executive backgrounds, and all connections between it and 'Zhao Tai', 'Chen Jianye', and even those families that forced me to leave the Imperial Capital back then."

【Information is being consolidated...】

The data on the screen scrolled rapidly, and a massive network of relationships gradually became clear.

Huaying Media was ostensibly the largest entertainment media company in the Imperial Capital, but in the shadows, it was the mouthpiece for certain old-money families of the beijing elite circle.

They controlled public opinion, influenced the values of the younger generation, and were one of the tools used by those forces back then to strike at Chen Fan.

Chen Fan's eyes fixed on a name on the screen—Li Zhenguo.

He remembered this name vividly.

It was this vice president of Huaying Media who had spread rumors in the newspapers back then, smearing his relationship with Su Wanqing and forcing him to leave the Imperial Capital.

【Huaying Media is actually controlled by the Li family of the capital.

Li Zhenguo is a collateral member of the Li family and is responsible for daily operations.】

Chen Fan tapped his fingers on the desk.

The Li family.

Back then, he was just a penniless boy with nothing, having no power to fight back against these giants.

But now, everything was different.

On the screen, the equity structure map of Huaying Media looked like an intricate spider web, with every node connected to complex relationships.

Chen Fan's gaze fell on several key holding companies.

"It seems the first fire in this Imperial Capital should start with Huaying Media," Chen Fan whispered to himself.

He picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a number.

"Hello, is this Chen Muyang?"

Chen Muyang's calm voice came from the other end of the phone: "Dad, it's me."

"Aren't you going to report to Imperial Capital University tomorrow?" Chen Fan said.

"As it happens, I have an 'enrollment gift' here that I need you to sign for personally."

"What kind of gift?" Chen Muyang asked.

"A 'pass' that will let you walk sideways in school," Chen Fan said.

"I'm sending you the equity structure map of Huaying Media.

Remember, starting tomorrow, Huaying Media will belong to our Chen family.

You, as the Chen family's representative at Imperial Capital University, have the authority to handle all matters related to Huaying Media."

On the other end of the line, Chen Muyang's breathing hitched.

"Dad, you are..."