After verifying his identity through their communication devices, the professional bodyguards at the gate finally relaxed their stern expressions. The leader among them stepped forward, returning Jun Hao’s official identification card with a polite bow and an apologetic smile.

"I apologize for stopping you and delaying your entry, Sir," the guard said respectfully. "We simply hadn’t received any prior notice or instructions from the main house regarding your arrival today. It is our strict protocol to verify everyone thoroughly, no exceptions. Now that everything is confirmed, please, you are permitted to enter."

He signaled towards the vast grounds behind the towering gates.

"Please drive inside. Two of our patrol vehicles will escort you all the way to the main building. Kindly follow them and maintain a slow speed; the roads here are long and the terrain is private."

Jun Hao nodded calmly, slipping his ID card back into the side pocket of his professional suitcase. "Understood. Thank you."

He returned to his deep, glossy blue Porsche Taycan, started the engine again, and watched as the massive iron gates slowly swung open wide, revealing the world inside Yan Jingshu’s private manor. Just as the guard had said, two sleek, black security vehicles—specially assigned for the estate’s protection—pulled out from the side. One moved to take the lead position right in front of him, while the other positioned itself behind his car, forming a protective convoy.

Jun Hao followed them obediently, driving at a very slow, leisurely pace. The moment he passed through the gates, he felt as though he had entered a completely different world—a paradise of luxury and nature combined. The driveway was long, paved with smooth, high-quality cobblestones that curved elegantly through the landscape. Because of the slow speed and the sheer distance, the journey felt quite long, giving him plenty of time to admire the breathtaking scenery unfolding on both sides.

Stretching out endlessly to his left and right were vast, perfectly manicured gardens. Lush green lawns spread out like velvet carpets, interspersed with rare, tall trees that provided shade and grandeur. As they drew closer to the main residence, the gardens became even more spectacular—wide, sprawling fields filled with countless varieties of colorful flowers arranged in intricate artistic patterns, blooming vibrantly under the sunlight. It was like driving through a private botanical garden or a royal park, far exceeding the scale and beauty of any ordinary wealthy residence.

Finally, at the end of the long driveway, the magnificent main building came into full view. Standing before it was an enormous, spectacular fountain, spraying crystal-clear water high into the air, surrounded by statues and carefully designed landscaping—an iconic feature of residences belonging to the ultra-wealthy, adding to the majestic atmosphere.

The convoy slowly came to a halt in the spacious circular courtyard right in front of the mansion’s grand entrance. The two security vehicles that had escorted him simply nodded in acknowledgment and immediately drove off to return to their patrol duties, leaving Jun Hao alone in front of the colossal structure.

No sooner had he turned off the engine and stepped out than a staff member dressed in a neat, standard uniform approached him with a warm, professional smile. It was the valet service attendant.

"Good day, Sir," the valet said politely, holding out his hand towards the car keys. "Please allow me to park your vehicle for you and ensure it is kept safe. You need not worry about it."

Jun Hao smiled back, finding the service very natural and expected in such a place. He took the keys from the ignition and handed them over. "Thank you very much."

"You are welcome, Sir," the valet replied, then quickly got into the Porsche and drove it away towards the private parking area hidden away from the main view.

Jun Hao stood waiting, holding his heavy professional suitcase. He hadn’t taken it out of the car during the earlier check at the gate, keeping it safe inside. Now, as he stood there, the massive double doors of the mansion swung open, and a man walked out—an elderly gentleman with a dignified posture, dressed in an immaculate, formal suit typical of a high-class butler. He exuded an air of discipline, experience, and authority.

The butler walked straight up to Jun Hao, observing him carefully from head to toe. His expression was polite yet sharp and meticulous.

"Excuse me," the butler spoke in a calm, steady tone. "But might you be the therapist from Bailong Reflexology Center?"

Jun Hao did not answer verbally immediately. Instead, he remained silent and simply lifted his hand, once again taking out and holding up his official identification card clearly for the butler to see—proof of his identity that he carried with utmost care.

The butler accepted the card, holding it under the light to examine every detail. He compared the photo on the card with Jun Hao’s face, checked the official stamp, and verified the details against the information he had received internally. Only after he was fully satisfied that everything matched perfectly did he nod and return the card.

His gaze then shifted down to the large suitcase Jun Hao was holding—the one he had just taken out of the car when the valet arrived.

"Sir," the butler said gently but firmly, pointing to the case. "For security reasons and standard procedure, I must ask your permission to inspect the contents of your bag. It is strictly for safety measures, to ensure no suspicious or dangerous items are brought into the presence of Mistress Yan Jingshu. I hope you understand."

Jun Hao nodded understandingly. "Of course, please go ahead."

He unlatched and opened the suitcase fully for the butler. The butler leaned in, inspecting the contents thoroughly but respectfully. Inside were only professional items: various bottles of high-quality massage oils, lotions, soft clean towels, sheets, and specialized reflexology tools. Nothing else. No personal items, no prohibited objects, nothing that could be considered a threat. It was purely the equipment of a professional therapist.

Satisfied, the butler closed the lid and handed the case back to Jun Hao, bowing his head slightly in sincere apology.

"Please forgive our thoroughness, Sir. It is merely our duty to be cautious. Thank you for your cooperation."

He straightened up and gestured towards the open double doors behind him, leading into the cool, dimly lit, and incredibly luxurious interior of the mansion.

"Now, please follow me, Sir. Mistress Yan Jingshu is expecting you."