"Sister Xiao Yue, this place is the closest to the school and has a two-story house, but it’s a bit further from the school." Lian Qingyang liked this place the most; although it was an apartment, it was comfortable, and most importantly, it was in an apartment complex with property management, so there was no need to worry about safety. "Qingyang, I really place." Tang Yue’s eyes sparkled with a smile as she said, "I’ll just stay here for a year, a simple decoration will do." "For this period, I’ll just squeeze in with Sister Qing. Sister Qing, you won’t mind me disturbing your world for two, will you?" Tang Yue thickened her skin and said. Originally she planned to rent a place to live, but now that there is one readily available, she wouldn’t foolishly refuse. Such an appropriate house, it’s okay for her to live for a year and leave. "I’d love for you to live at my house every day." Bai Qing flipped her long hair and winked at her: "Actually, I can drive you to school every day. I ride a motorcycle, it’s so cool." "Cough, Sister Qing, let’s skip the motorcycle." Tang Yue also thought motorcycles were cool, but she wanted to keep a low profile. During this year in France, it’s enough for her to focus on her studies. Tang Yue roughly laid out her requirements, and Lian Qingyang took the initiative to find a decoration company. Tang Yue said, "Qingyang, you should head back to school." "Sister Xiao Yue, I’ve taken half a month off." Lian Qingyang chuckled and said, "I won’t go back until the house is somewhat ready. Don’t worry, I won’t fall behind in my studies." Half a month isn’t very long, but not short either. Lian Qingyang incorporated all of Tang Yue’s ideas into the decoration design, and the workers rushed day and night, transforming the house significantly. Of course, for the decoration materials, Lian Qingyang chose only the best. Before boarding the plane, Lian Qingyang was still giving instructions about the decoration. Tang Yue handed over some snacks she bought, saying, "Qingyang, I’m not a kid anymore. Besides, most of it is already done. You don’t have to worry. When you get home, go to the studio, find Sun Qing, and pick up your grandfather’s clothes and your father’s clothes that I’ve made. Remember to take them." "Sister Xiao Yue, I’ll come to visit you when I’m free." Lian Qingyang couldn’t help but hug Tang Yue. Her scent was lightly fragrant, different from Lian Qingqing’s perfume scent, which he found very refreshing. He bid farewell reluctantly, saying, "It’s better when Brother-in-law isn’t here. If he was, he would definitely pull me away and not let me hug you." "Brother-in-law is just too petty. I’m your brother." Lian Qingyang thought of Meng Siyu’s possessiveness, and his heart was full of resentment. Tang Yue’s face turned red, saying, "When you have a wife in the future, you’ll understand how your brother-in-law feels." Lian Qingyang shamelessly hooked his arm through Tang Yue’s, saying, "Sister Xiao Yue, coming to France has its perks. See, I can hug you, hold your hand, and he can’t control it." Lian Qingyang laughed like a child. If there had been a camera, he probably would have wanted to capture this moment and show off to Meng Siyu. Tang Yue was speechless at his thoughts. She watched the plane cut through the sky, flying towards the horizon, and disappeared from sight before she turned and left, following Bai Qing back home. She hunkered down in the house, striving to master French. Her French wasn’t very good, and understanding some of the specialized vocabulary was still quite challenging. During her time in France, Tang Yue, besides attending classes and occasionally checking on the renovation progress, kept practicing French. Her English was excellent, so in university, she chose to learn French, which turned out to be quite useful. Otherwise, coming to France as an exchange student would have been a total shot in the dark. In the blink of an eye, a month passed, and after a month and a half in France, Tang Yue finally moved into her apartment. The newly decorated apartment was filled with novelty. Latest content publıshed on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 The apartment was decorated simply without any concerns of future pollution, and all the materials chosen were of the highest quality. After airing out for a while, it was ready for her to move in. A month after starting school, Tang Yue kept a low profile. However, with her appearance, quite a few people pursued her, all of whom were rejected by Tang Yue. Those she couldn’t dismiss, Bai Qing would step in and knock down those suitors directly. The tactic of killing the chicken to warn the monkeys was quite effective, and the number of people hovering around Tang Yue diminished considerably. "Tang, do you want to go see a show?" Enthusiastic Lucy invited. Tang Yue smiled sweetly and asked, "Where?" Her encounter with Lucy was quite dramatic. Lucy was also very attractive, with a hot figure, blonde hair and blue eyes, and deep-set features—a typical Western beauty, naturally with no shortage of admirers. Bai Qing and Tang Yue thought the man was pestering Tang Yue, so they beat him up. It turned out that the man liked Lucy and was bothering her, even planning to get handsy stealthily, but by a twist of fate, Tang Yue and Bai Qing resolved it. Upon further inquiry, they found out that both were from the same school, but Lucy studied economics. Knowing Tang Yue liked fashion shows, Lucy would take her to any show she heard about. Correspondingly, each time they watched a show, Lucy would drag Tang Yue to... sing. Lucy had a great voice, the kind that dominates at karaoke. After watching the show and returning home, Tang Yue’s mind was bursting with inspiration. Before, she only saw these in magazines, but now witnessing them firsthand was another learning opportunity for her. She felt like a sponge entering the sea, with boundless knowledge awaiting her to learn. This trip to France was indeed the right choice. "Tang, your turn to sing." Lucy handed over the microphone, tired from singing. "Lucy, I... I’m not good at singing." Tang Yue was in a bit of a dilemma; she was tone-deaf. Her voice was fine, but when it came to singing, she couldn’t seem to find the tune. Even Bai Qing couldn’t help but laugh, saying, "Xiao Yue, sing ’Two Tigers,’ but I’m not sure if they have it." When Bai Qing dragged Tang Yue out, she always stayed with her. In France, who knows if someone was targeting Tang Yue? Therefore, regarding Tang Yue’s safety, Bai Qing didn’t dare to slack off, even though An Chong said he would arrange for someone to protect Tang Yue discreetly. Bai Qing stayed by Tang Yue’s side whenever she was free. The corners of Tang Yue’s mouth twitched, and eventually, she chose a simple song "Happy Birthday". That song, indeed... even the tone-deaf could sing it.