Fu Yunruo and Uncle Guo had just entered the supermarket and taken a shopping cart when Fu Yunruo’s phone rang. She took it out and saw Si Yue’s name on the caller ID. After the call was connected, Wenwen’s tender voice came from the receiver, “Mom, where are you?”

Fu Yunruo got into the car and saw Wenwen sitting in a child seat, happily talking to Si Yue. The sight of a child seat installed in such a luxury card was quite abrupt for Fu Yunruo, so she asked in surprise, “Do you have children, Mr. Yue?”

Could it be that Mr. Yue was married?! She indeed never asked about Si Yue’s private affairs, and her understanding of him was mainly based on public information.

On the first night in the new house, everyone slept so soundly and got up late the next day.

When Fu Yunruo woke up, it was already past nine, far later than her usual. However, she still felt very tired and had to gather a lot of struggle and willpower to take herself out of bed. Next to her, Wenwen was snoring softly with his cheeks flushed, clearly still deeply asleep. Careful to not wake him up, Fu Yunruo washed and changed before walking downstairs with a yawn.

Si Yue was mocking him? It was a bolt from the blue for Wenwen. His little eyes widened like saucers, unable to believe that his trusted idol had not only peeked at his dark history, but also laughed at him for looking like a girl!

Fu Yunruo heard the commotion and came out. Seeing the two’s strange posture, she asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”

Wenwen ran upstairs with a small bag in tow. He stopped in front of a room, pushed open its door, and was instantly met with a beautiful bedroom decorated in a sky blue theme.

There was a white wardrobe inside, along with a set of matching study desk and chairs in the same color, neatly decorated with several photo frames full of Wenwen’s childhood photos. A large white bed stood against the wall, covered with a sky blue quilt with white clouds motif. On the bedside table was a photo frame with Wenwen and Fu Yunruo’s photos inside.

Fu Yunruo went to open the door and saw a tall young man standing by outside. The long black windbreaker on his body was swaying gently with the wind.

“Mr. Yue?” Fu Yunruo couldn’t hide her surprise when she saw the person, “You…” Why was Si Yue here? Did he learn they were moving to Beijing and thus coming for a visit? But the security didn’t inform her of his arrival.

When Uncle Guo saw Chi Weicheng was slacking off, he immediately shouted, “What are you doing there? Don’t you see we are so busy?”

“Coming!” Chi Weicheng hurriedly came over.

The Spring Festival had just passed, and the festivity of the Chinese New Year had yet to dissipate when Fu Yunruo stepped her feet in Beijing again, this time with Wenwen, Uncle Guo, and Qian Shengnan in tow.

“Be careful! If you break my flowers, even selling you won’t be enough to pay for it!” Uncle Guo — hands on the hip and looking very spirited — stood in front of the door of the new flower garden, barking instruction upon instruction. His sharp eyes fell on one particular guy whose hands were clumsier than the others.

Fu Yunruo, Wenwen, and Qian Shengnan returned to Shanghe Village after a few more days in Beijing. They hadn’t had the chance to meet either Si Yue or Yuan Xin on this trip, but saw the former practically everywhere. A movie Si Yue starred in was shortlisted for a triennial international film festival, which was a great honor for an actor. The news about Si Yue was flooding the internet, and a giant screen in the city square repeatedly played his movie trailer.

It seemed that the owner was in a hurry to sell, so the process was done at record speed. Right after Fu Yunruo expressed her intention to purchase the house, Mr. Mo quickly brought her to various bureaus, completing the procedures in just three days.