If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

Xiao Pang and his group stayed in Shenyang. They set off again at dawn the next day and arrived in Beijing at noon. After a warm lunch hosted by Mr. Yu, the trio drove their RV back home.

As soon as Little Fatty got on the bus, he took out Little Swallow from his bag and threw it on the ground: "This damn dog, it's exhausted me."

"I've wanted to say this for a long time. You're such a show-off. They're looking for their relatives and you're carrying a dog. How much do you love to steal the spotlight?" Jiang Ziyi's dissatisfied voice came from the front.

"I'm innocent, big sister! I thought we were going in our own car, and I was thinking of taking it back to our hometown for a ride. I never knew we'd be riding in their car! If I had known we'd be riding in their car, why would I have taken it with me?" Little Fatty said aggrievedly.

"Tch, conspicuous dog, conspicuous person," Jiang Ziyi harbored deep resentment towards Xiao Yanzi, and Xiao Pang benefited from it.

Beijing is very close to Baoding – so close that a few years later, when housing prices skyrocketed, Baoding became Beijing's backyard. It was so close that Little Fatty only needed to take a nap after dinner to get there.

The sound of the car door opening, accompanied by the complaints of her future sister-in-law, woke up Little Fatty: "Eat and sleep all you want, like raising a pig! Little Bao, let me tell you in advance, your only advantage is your good figure. If you get as fat as a pig, I can't help you, and Tianyi will never like you!"

"What? A nap? Taking a nap is a normal thing," Little Fatty laughed awkwardly. "Don't worry, I exercise every day, I won't get fat."

……

Jiang Ziyi's home is not large; it's an exquisite little duplex where every corner is meticulously crafted. Downstairs is a large bedroom, living room, and kitchen, while the two rooms upstairs have been converted into an equipment room and a recording studio. The entire house is elegant and spacious, compact yet not cluttered, and shows truly excellent taste.

Little Fatty was very curious: how did these two people, who couldn't even clean properly, manage to keep things so tidy and orderly?

Jiang Ziyi threw down her suitcase, stretched, and lay down on the moon-shaped hanging chair: "I can't take it anymore, I need to rest for a bit. I'll go buy you some clothes later, dress you up, and then we'll have dinner. After that, you and your brother Tianyi can have a date alone."

"Why buy clothes? These aren't dirty," Little Fatty said, naturally wearing his cool God of War outfit to meet his best friend. He thought his outfit looked pretty good.

Besides, even though I've turned a profit, I'm still pretty strapped for cash, okay?

“Hmm…no, this outfit of yours does have some style, but it’s unlikely to change his impression of you,” Jiang Ziyi said. “Besides, why do I always feel like you’re a country bumpkin?”

Dun Chenyu almost burst out laughing. The description of the "country dog" was so apt. She had seen Xiao Pang's skinny legs before, and judging from the shape of those tight jeans, he was definitely wearing thick cotton pants underneath. The effect was indeed...

She makes a good point. He had already ignored this outfit once, but... the stingy fat man said, "No, Sister Yiyi, I'm about the same height as Sister Xiaoyu. I think I can wear Sister Xiaoyu's clothes. I think Sister Xiaoyu is very gentle and very feminine!"

“Hmm, Liu Mei’er does have a good temperament, but she’s too quiet. You can learn from her style of dress in the future, but not now. Right now, he’s seriously ill and needs strong medicine. We have to give him something tough so he knows that you, Xiao Bao’er, are a perfect woman,” Jiang Ziyi said shrewdly.

"Ruthless?" Little Fatty inexplicably recalled the pop-up ads that used to appear on his computer during his computer-addicted days in Harbin, and got goosebumps all over his body: "Are you suggesting I expose my breasts? I don't want that, not even if you kill me!"

"Haha, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'll make sure you look both alluring and innocent, even better than showing your breasts," Jiang Ziyi yawned and rocked off to sleep.

After a short rest, Jiang Ziyi led her two-person team in Dun Chenyu's beat-up secondhand Panamera and headed for the department store.

Dun Chenyu had just passed her driving test and was too afraid to drive her RV, so the little horse-drawn carriage that Susan gave her was perfect for practicing. It was also safe from scratches and bumps, and discerning drivers would keep their distance from her on the road.

Jiang Ziyi rarely gets to enjoy the privilege of having a driver. She and Xiao Pang sat in the back, and she put her arm around his shoulder and said with a grin, "Little Bao'er, how do you feel about this car?"