Madam Li's Identity Is Exposed Again!

Chapter 457: Chapter 457: A Family of Three on a Mountain Vacation

Li Beijue was always swift and decisive in his actions.

At 5 a.m., he said he wanted to take them on a vacation.

By 8 o’clock, they had already arrived at a mountainous scenic area in the suburbs of Rainy City.

Li Beijue owned a private vacation villa here, shamelessly occupying the best viewpoint of the scenic area, not to mention its vast size spanning over a hundred miles. It could be said that he had privately contracted the best half of the mountain.

The car soon stopped at the villa entrance.

Chi Enen was the first to get out of the car, and as soon as she did, she was sweetened by the mountain air, fresh and natural.

The air in the early morning mountains contained not only the fragrance of mud but also carried the sweet scent of strawberries when the breeze brushed by…

Baby Chi was the second to hop out of the car, his eyes sharp, and excitedly pointed to the northwest, shouting, “Woman, look quickly, there are so many strawberries over there!”

Chi Enen followed the direction his finger pointed and indeed saw a large strawberry field.

The June sunlight was just right, and it was also the season to pick strawberries. The strawberries in the field were all ripe, red and green intertwined, with butterflies flitting above them, as beautifully vibrant as the sunflowers in Van Gogh’s paintings.

Chi Enen’s mood lifted as she smiled with her eyes, holding his small hand and softly saying, “I see them, how about Mommy takes you to pick strawberries later?”

“Okay!”

Anything that was free and edible, Baby Chi especially liked~!

Chi Enen turned back and asked Butler Huo, who stood beside her respectfully, “Butler Huo, can those strawberries be picked?”

“Yes, of course. Those strawberries were planted on Master Jue’s orders because he thought the flower field originally planted here wasn’t fragrant enough and had it all replaced with strawberries. But, each year when the strawberries ripen, Master Jue doesn’t come to eat them. They all go to waste in the field.”

“Teacher Loulou once said that wasting is the most shameful,” Chi Jingchen, who hated waste more than anything, said with a pout on his small face.

His own voice was still babyish, and when he started to educate others, it lacked any persuasive power.

Anyway, the proud man stepping out of the car didn’t pay him any attention at all, striding with his long legs directly toward Chi Enen, and grasping her wrist, he pulled her into the villa, “Sleep with me.”

“Li… Li Beijue… Baby and I had planned to pick strawberries together…” Chi Enen said, trailing along with him.

Li Beijue, as if deaf to her words, marched onward with his long legs taking strides one and a half times that of a normal person, “I haven’t slept for two nights.”

He hadn’t rested in Country W?

She thought of how he had rushed back at 5 a.m., weary from his travel.

Suddenly, Chi Enen stopped resisting.

Butler Huo would probably take good care of Baby Chi; first, she would have Butler Huo accompany Baby Chi to pick the strawberries.

Chi Enen relaxed.

…

The villa was divided into two floors, with a total of eight rooms.

The decoration was mainly black and white, which was this man’s consistently favored European-style luxury fashion.

Upon entering, all the furniture in the living room came from the high-end luxury brand Roche Bobois from Country W, a brand known for its understatement.

Another notable feature was its price!

Not the typical tens of thousands but the kind of price that made one gasp for a single chair!

Moreover, there was no luxury store for Roche Bobois domestically, so probably all the furniture in Li Beijue’s villa had been air-freighted over.

Over the fireplace hung a massive medieval oil painting depicting a European knight in a horse race.

Chi Enen vaguely remembered she had seen the painting somewhere before.

She couldn’t recall where she had seen it, but from its framing and style, she could tell it was no ordinary piece.

After all, at Li Beijue’s side, when was there ever anything ordinary?

Even the least noticeable buttons near him may be top-tier luxury goods from some place—