Lucy clapped her hands encouragingly, sipping her drink and jumping up happily. The last note ended, and Tang Yue hurriedly handed the microphone to Bai Qing and said, "Sister Qing, you sing. I’m going to the restroom." "I’ll go with you." Bai Qing was about to get up, but Tang Yue stopped her, "No need, the restroom is just nearby, it’s fine." Tang Yue thought Bai Qing was making a big deal out of nothing. She had been here a few times, and it was quite safe, with not many messy people around. The cold water on her skin made her mind clear, and looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t help but think of Meng Siyu. Yesterday, during their call, she had told him that she was going out to see a show with Lucy and would sing, so she would definitely return late. She wondered if a certain fool would wait by the phone all the time. Tang Yue greatly missed the cellphones of the future. If she had a small cellphone that never left her hand, she could call Siyu even here. Rest a bit more, then go home. Planning thus, Tang Yue had just left the restroom when she bumped into someone. Tang Yue quickly apologized in French, and when she looked up, she saw an Asian man with black hair and black eyes. "Are you Huaxia people?" the man asked in surprise, speaking in Mandarin, the common language of Huaxia. "Yes." Tang Yue nodded. Encountering Huaxia people was not uncommon, but hearing the familiar Mandarin in this foreign land felt very cordial. She apologized, "Sorry, I was lost in thought just now and accidentally bumped into you." "It’s okay, did it hurt you?" the man asked, not very eagerly, but his gaze was clear. "What are you doing?" Bai Qing, worried about Tang Yue, had just come out of the private room and saw a man standing in front of Tang Yue, reaching out his hand as if trying to do something. Bai Qing stepped forward quickly and immediately started reprimanding the man while pinning him against the wall. Everything happened too fast, so fast that Tang Yue couldn’t stop it. "Sister Qing, you misunderstood," Tang Yue hurried forward, grabbing Bai Qing’s hand and explaining, "Sister Qing, it was my fault; I accidentally bumped into him." Bai Qing instantly let go, sizing up the man, who looked decent, and his clothes were very high-end, as was the wristwatch he wore. "I’m sorry, my friend thought..." Tang Yue looked at the man awkwardly, repeatedly apologizing, "I’m sorry, this was just a misunderstanding." "It’s okay." The man smiled, lifting his lips. Initially, Tang Yue thought his gaze was clear, but now she noticed that his eyes, like Chu Hong’s, were peach blossom eyes, mischievous when he smiled, giving off a vibe of evading attachment despite being among myriad temptations. "Meeting people from Huaxia in F country feels like meeting family," the man introduced himself, "Hello, I’m Shen Yunfei from Sea City, though I grew up in Y country." "Tang Yue, from Jiang City." Tang Yue extended her hand, politely shook it, and then released it. Bai Qing was more straightforward; a name, a handshake, and then she said, "Sorry, Xiao Yue and I have something to take care of, we’ll be leaving first." Bai Qing pulled Tang Yue away, guarding against Shen Yunfei as if guarding against a thief. "Xiao Yue, did you really just accidentally bump into him? He didn’t intentionally bump into you trying to hit on you?" Bai Qing earnestly asked Tang Yue about the incident. Tang Yue helplessly said, "Sister Qing, it really was an accident, and also, you’re overthinking it. I’m not RMB; do you think everyone likes me?" Tang Yue tugged at the corner of her mouth and said, "Sister Qing, I found him to be quite polite, and besides, even though he has peach blossom eyes, doesn’t mean he’s a stud horse always in heat, right?" "Cough." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⁂𝕟𝕖𝕥 Bai Qing cleared her throat and said, "Okay, if he has no intentions towards you, that’s the best." This episode was quickly forgotten by both Tang Yue and Bai Qing. As time moved into May, it had been two months since Tang Yue arrived here, she hung up the phone and sweetly drifted into dreamland. "Zhengde, Xiao Yue is too biased." Zhang Hualian looked at the package; it contained four sets of Tang Zhengde’s clothes, not counting the four sets of work clothes and hats, and also a thing that massages the waist that she had never seen in Wangjiang County, and a chair backrest personally made by Tang Yue. Because Tang Zhengde did not like sitting on soft sofas, only wooden chairs, but he found them uncomfortable at the waist. Therefore, Tang Yue specially made a waist support according to the dimensions of Tang Zhengde’s wooden chair. It fit perfectly on the recliner; not too soft nor too hard, and Tang Zhengde, whenever he lay on the recliner, didn’t want to get up at all. As his birth mother, Tang Yue gave items mainly clothes, along with some perfume and bags from Country F, Zhang Hualian was somewhat envious of Tang Zhengde. If the uninformed person didn’t know, they wouldn’t think that Tang Zhengde wasn’t Tang Yue’s biological father! However, despite her envy, Zhang Hualian was also happy—Tang Zhengde cherished Tang Yue so much, and now Tang Yue being so filial, Zhang Hualian felt very comforted. The daughter indeed has grown up and become sensible. "Hualian, didn’t Xiao Yue also make clothes for you?" Tang Zhengde grinned, receiving gifts from Tang Yue every month was his happiest moment. Sometimes Tang Yue sent clothes, other times special local products, and sometimes some knick-knacks. But it all proved that Tang Yue was always keeping him and Zhang Hualian in her heart. "Where are they as thoughtful as yours?" Zhang Hualian said this and still spiritedly went back to her room to try on the clothes. Tang Zhengde then began to study the massaging device. Lian Qingyang took advantage of the weekend to return to Sea City, also bringing back the items Tang Yue had sent. "Grandfather, these are the clothes Sister Xiao Yue made for you, hand-made." Lian Qingyang added, "Sister Xiao Yue knows you like practicing Tai Chi, so she made two sets of Tai Chi attire. The fabric is excellent, and the stitching is superb." Lian Qingyang excitedly talked, holding up the clothes which were simply a delight to the eyes. Old Sir Lian happily went back to his room to try on the clothes. Once he put them on, they felt different. They were the perfect fit and extremely comfortable, even more so than the high-end clothes he always wore. Not to mention, these were specially made by Tang Yue, making the sentiment behind them extraordinary. In his lifetime, Old Sir Lian, having established such a huge business empire with the Lian Family, has seen all sorts of precious gifts of gold and jewels. Each present Lian Qingqing gave was very expensive, but Old Sir Lian would just look at them and put them away. But the clothes hand-made by Tang Yue were different; Old Sir Lian quite liked them. Since he recognized his granddaughter, it seemed like his granddaughter took over his wardrobe. Not only were the clothes uniquely styled, but the main thing was they were comfortable and breathable on the body.