Landlord World - Start with SSS talent-Chapter 195: Accepting Lylia’s love?

Noan and Vylyss arrived at a residential area on the city's outskirts.

This luxury villa neighborhood was for the wealthy, offering a peaceful atmosphere and fresh air, yet not too far from the city center.

The value of each villa here was extremely high, ranging from 6 to 20 billion credit points.

That alone proved that Lylia's background was far from ordinary.

Noan and Vylyss entered the villa compound and were guided by the security staff to a particularly large mansion nestled deep within the area.

Looking at the grandest villa in the neighborhood, surrounded by the most beautiful scenery, Noan sighed and shook his head.

He estimated that the value of this property must have reached 30 billion credit points. It would probably amount to 30 million USD if converted into Earth currency.

Noan took a deep breath. Although he didn't know why Lylia's mother had called him over, or what her words on the phone truly meant, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Alright, don't worry!" Noan reassured himself. "It's just a normal meeting. There's nothing between me and Lylia."

With that thought, Noan felt a bit more at ease. He reached out and pressed the doorbell.

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

The bell rang. Noan didn't press again, instead waiting patiently with Vylyss.

After a while, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman with rather refined features stepped out.

She was dressed in a white dress, her face adorned with meticulous makeup, exuding the poise and strength of a mature woman.

Yes, she was none other than Lylia's mother.

She looked surprised upon seeing Noan and Vylyss.

Although not extraordinarily handsome, the young man had a pleasant, neat appearance and wore proper clothing, not someone you'd expect to come from a poor family.

After all, today was the day Noan was meeting Lylia's parent, so he couldn't dress carelessly or too casually.

He also couldn't behave like some protagonists in the novels he used to read—

Dressing like a beggar just to be scolded and looked down upon, only to flex and slap faces with dramatic flair later.

He wore a neatly pressed shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes. Draped over his arm was a black blazer styled in a youthful fashion.

His hair was also carefully styled—clean and tidy- neither too shiny nor too eccentric.

Lylia's mother gave Noan a slight nod upon seeing him, feeling a bit satisfied, with a faint sense of good impression stirring within her.

However, it was only a faint one. After all, this man had driven her daughter to despair—how could she warm up to him so easily?

But the moment she laid eyes on the girl accompanying him, Lylia's mother was taken aback.

Today, Vylyss wore a white one-piece dress, a pink ribbon tied in her hair, and a pair of white ballet flats adorning her feet.

At that moment, Vylyss looked like a radiant beam of sunshine, her face strikingly beautiful with a touch of innocence and allure, making anyone who saw her want to hold her close at once.

Earlier, she hadn't paid much attention to the girl due to her worry for Lylia.

Now, looking closer, Lylia's mother was genuinely surprised—this girl was breathtakingly beautiful.

Lylia's mother had always taken pride in believing her daughter was among the most beautiful girls she had ever met.

But when she saw Vylyss, she realized the gap between Lylia and Vylyss was not small.

Beautiful to the point of envy.

Could someone this beautiful even exist in the world?

"Excuse me…" Noan greeted her first upon meeting Lylia's mother. "I'm Noan, a friend of Lylia's. And you are…?"

Hearing Noan's voice, Lylia's mother tried to compose herself.

She looked at Noan, frowning, her expression unreadable—her face showed nothing but cold detachment.

"I'm Lylia's mother. You may call me Noralia."

...

In the living room, Noralia sat on the sofa, facing Vylyss and Noan.

She wasted no time with pleasantries and got straight to the point: "Do you like my daughter?"

Noan was startled by the question. He looked at Noralia, sighed, and replied, "Aunt Noralia, it seems there's been a misunderstanding. There's nothing romantic between Lylia and me. We're just friends."

Hearing Noan's words, Noralia felt a twinge of discomfort and relief.

Relieved because it appeared Noan and Lylia hadn't defined their relationship as romantic yet.

But discomforted because her daughter, Lylia, had done so much for this young man, only to hear the words, "just friends."

Noralia gripped her teacup tightly, frowning as she spoke, "Is that what you truly think?"

Noan frowned, unable to grasp the deeper meaning behind Noralia's words.

"I'm just speaking the truth," Noan said, thinking she didn't believe him, so he quickly clarified, "Although Lylia and I are in the same class at the Lord Academy, we've barely ever even spoken to each other."

"We started talking on the day I was about to be transferred to the New Lord Zone."

"Although we've spoken quite a bit since then, honestly, there's never been any romantic feelings between us."

Noan wasn't wrong in saying that.

The first time he and Lylia had a proper conversation, they'd only talked briefly about his ex-girlfriend before going their separate ways.

The next time was when Jankos stirred up trouble. Although there was some conflict, it wasn't anything major.

They did message each other during that period, but most of their conversations were about resources.

She had helped him a lot, but that didn't mean she had feelings for him.

They hadn't spoken to each other much—falling in love over just a few exchanges would be ridiculous.

Noralia seemed to realize something. She frowned and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

"Yes," Noan nodded. "I think there's been a bit of a misunderstanding between us. Unlike what you think, Lylia and I don't have a romantic relationship."

Seeing how sincere Noan was, Noralia didn't believe he was lying.

On the contrary, she truly believed him—because she understood her daughter's personality well.

'That foolish girl of mine,' Noralia scolded inwardly. 'You like him so much—why didn't you tell him? Now everything's become such a mess.'

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Noralia let out a sigh. She looked at Noan and said, "I believe you. But I want to ask again—do you remember what happened when you were little?"

"Well…" Noan sighed, then shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Aunt Noralia. I don't remember. When I was young, I went through a lot, and… there was even a time when I was beaten so badly by my adoptive parents that I lost my memory. That's why…"

"What?!"

Though Noan hadn't finished, Noralia was already stunned. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at him.

"You… you were beaten to the point of losing your memory? And… they were your adoptive parents?"

"That's right," Noan nodded. "When I returned from the 'Chaos Zone,' my parents and younger brother had already disappeared."

"I reported it to the police, but during the investigation, they discovered that I wasn't their biological child."

Of course, Noan had to come up with a reason to explain why he had forgotten some of the memories of the "old Noan." Naturally, the part about being beaten to the point of memory loss was a lie—everything else, however, was true.

The harsh beatings, the cruel insults, the days he was thrown out of the house like a dog in the middle of pouring rain…

He remembered those memories all too clearly.

Noan told her everything and shared the injustices he had suffered in that household.

Noralia, upon hearing all of it, felt deeply ashamed. It seemed she had wrongly blamed this young man.

To have gone through so many terrible things, yet remain so calm and steadfast—such gentleness and composure was truly admirable.

If it had been someone else… perhaps…

Noralia shook her head, not wanting to think any further. She looked at Noan again, her gaze now filled with much more warmth and kindness than before.

"I'm sorry for misunderstanding you."

Noan shook his head and replied, "Aunt Noralia, there's no need to apologize. It was just a misunderstanding."

"But… you mentioned that something might've happened when you were little? Please, tell me. It might be an important clue for me to find my biological parents."

Noralia pressed her lips together tightly. Her original plan had fallen entirely apart—now, she didn't even know what to do next.

But thinking of her poor daughter, who had suffered so much because of love, crying until her eyes were red as fire—she could no longer hold back.

Noralia took a deep breath. As a thought crossed her mind, her eyes drifted to the breathtakingly beautiful girl beside Noan, then shifted back to him.

"Noan, what do you think about accepting Lylia's love?"

Noan: "??!!"