Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

The entire venue was filled with cameras and microphones.

One second ago, all the cameras were focused on Liu Yifei's stunning profile and Fang Yu's black trench coat.

next second.

The camera pans down across the entire screen.

The sound of the camera shutter was captured entirely on that luggage cart.

Even more outrageous is—

Liu Yifei's fair, glowing hand was resting naturally on the topmost "urea" bag.

They were quite careful in their movements.

It was as if they were afraid that this carload of precious treasures might accidentally roll off.

Just this one scene.

What about sophistication? What about ethereal beauty?

Broken.

It's so shattered that it can't even be pieced back together.

But the impact of the topic—

It pierced right through the atmosphere!

Hong Jie's vision went black.

Her eight-centimeter high heels suddenly twisted, and she almost knelt on the marble floor of the airport.

"Where are her hands going?!"

"She used that hand that's signed luxury brand endorsements... to pick up a fertilizer bag?!"

"Liu Yifei!"

"Wake up! You're the nation's goddess!"

"Not a middleman smuggling mountain goods from Northeast China back to Beijing!"

the other side.

Sister Wang was also taken aback for a moment.

No.

She was just casually telling her assistant—

How much luggage could a grown man like Fang Yu possibly have when he goes out to record a TV show?

Then this ancestor came out.

They simply pushed a cart full of fertilizer bags.

Still three big bags!

Sister Wang paused for two seconds, then slowly raised her hand and pressed her temples, which were throbbing a little too vigorously.

The assistant cautiously approached from behind:

"Sister Wang...should we hurry up and grab a piece of clothing to cover that bag?"

Sister Wang took a deep breath.

The shock on her face vanished with an astounding speed.

Instead, there is a kind of... detached tranquility.

He waved his hand dismissively, his tone as casual as if he were simply saying that the weather was nice today.

"What are you blocking?"

"What's the big deal?"

The assistant was dumbfounded.

"what?"

Sister Wang looked at Fang Yu expressionlessly, then glanced at the three urea bags.

"I'm used to it."

He paused, then added another sentence.

"If he ever really becomes normal again."

"I'm the one who's scared."

Assistant: "..."

Ok.

That statement contains a lot of information.

Sister Wang even calmly glanced at the reporters around her who were snapping photos non-stop.

Professional instincts kicked in instantly.

"Don't stop me."

"Let them take the pictures."

"I can take 800 high-end airport photos a year."

"But Liu Yifei held up the urea bag—"

She paused for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Unique in the entire Chinese entertainment industry."

After speaking, she turned her head to look at Sister Hong, who was almost unable to stand steadily.

His tone even carried a hint of the kindness of someone who had been through it all.

"Sister Hong, don't worry."

"It's always like this the first time, it hurts a little—"

"Oh no, this is a bit hard to accept."

"You'll get used to it after a few more times."

Sister Hong: "..."

Thank you.

I wasn't comforted.

He even considered taking out his phone to dial 120 on the spot.

Outside the cordon, passing travelers were completely stunned.

An elderly man who had just gotten off a plane, dragging a suitcase, stared at Liu Yifei for a long time.

He tilted his head and glanced at the bulging woven bags again.

I couldn't help but mutter to myself.

"Whoa!"

"Are celebrities using this to pack their luggage now?"

The middle-aged woman next to him looked knowledgeable and lowered her voice.

"What do you know? This is called trendy!"

"This retro style is all the rage in big cities right now!"

The old man stroked his chin thoughtfully.

ponder for a moment.

"That's settled then."

"Don't throw away those bags of compound fertilizer we have later."

"Wash it clean, I'll use it as a blanket for my granddaughter when school starts!"

"Her classmates would be green with envy!"

At this point, the reporters on the scene went completely crazy.

Countless microphones bearing the logos of major media outlets were shoved in front of the two of them in an instant.

Security personnel quickly formed a human wall, forcefully blocking a path.

"Fang Yu! Are these three large bags really your luggage?"

"Teacher Fang, did you deliberately use this method to shatter the delicate filter of the entertainment industry?"

"Liu Yifei! As a spokesperson for a high-end luxury brand, aren't you worried about the brand minding you appearing in the same frame as a fertilizer bag?"

"Fairy Sister! What's in this bag?"

The questions were getting more and more tricky.

But faced with this kind of situation.

Liu Yifei took off her sunglasses and looked at the reporter who asked the question.

There was no embarrassment on his face; on the contrary, he seemed quite serious.

"These are things my aunt brought for me."

"Frozen wood ear mushrooms, hazel mushrooms, red pine nuts, and authentic frozen pears and dried green beans."

As she said this, the corners of her lips curved into a smile, her tone even carrying a hint of smugness.

"Oh, and there are also dried potatoes that Auntie sun-dried herself; they're so delicious when stewed with meat."

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Immediately afterwards—

The shutter noise was even more frantic than before.

The clicking and snapping sounds filled the air.

Sister Hong clutched her chest, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

It’s over.

It's completely over.

Her family's ethereal, otherworldly national goddess.

Now I can fluently recite a complete list of local specialties from Northeast China in front of national media.

And I don't feel ashamed at all.

even--

His tone even carried a hint of boasting.

The reporters' microphones all turned to Fang Yu again.

"Teacher Fang, other people are using airport photos to compare haute couture and limited edition bags."

"You're going to put the urea bag directly on."

"Was this a pre-planned contrast marketing strategy? Or is it implying something?"

Fang Yu glanced down at his woven bag, then looked up at the reporter.

"What's wrong?"

What's wrong with the urea bag?

He reached out and patted the top bag, his tone very serious.

"Take a close look at this material! It's high-density polypropylene with a crazy fiber-reinforced finish, a double-layer thickened coating process, and the base uses a top-tier cross-stitching method!"

"Moisture-proof, waterproof, and scratch-resistant; suitable for all weather conditions and terrains; a single bag can withstand a weight of 200 kg without deformation!"

Fang Yu raised his chin.

"How is this industrial-grade standard any less impressive than those delicate haute couture bags that are so difficult to fit a phone in and fade easily when exposed to water?"

"Those things they're good at pretending—"

"I'm really good at pretending! You know what I mean?"

Reporters: "..."

Good guy.

This is fucking high-density polypropylene fiber!

They managed to make a fertilizer bag sound like it was made of aerospace materials!

……

I was surrounded and asked questions for quite a while.

Sister Hong couldn't take it anymore, so she waved her hand and directed the security personnel to clear a path and escort Liu Yifei back to the nanny van.

Sister Wang also called over a few assistants who hadn't quite come to their senses yet, and pulled them together to form a human wall to follow.

Outside the terminal building.

Two different types of nanny vans were parked on the roadside early in the morning.

The car in front—a million-dollar black Alphard owned by Huace Media—had its gleaming paint reflecting the sunlight, exuding an aura of "I'm very expensive."

The car behind it was a regular Buick GL8 that Xingyao Entertainment provided for Fang Yu.

Fang Yu did not get into his own car.

Instead, he walked up to the Alphard and very naturally picked up two bags of urea from the cart.

"These two bags are yours."

He turned to look at Liu Yifei.

"Take it back and put it in a well-ventilated place, don't let it get moldy."

"Especially that bag of frozen wood ear mushrooms, remember to spread them out to dry later."

After saying that, he exerted force with both hands.

"Hey!"

He placed the two bulging urea bags steadily on the airline seat worth over ten thousand yuan.

"Bang."

A muffled thud.

The rough woven surface of the fertilizer bag, paired with the delicate leather seats, creates a striking image...

Sister Hong's eyelids twitched wildly.

This car usually picks up either the Asia-Pacific president of a high-end luxury brand or a top director in the industry.

just now.

Two bags of local specialties were sitting in the back seat.

It's still packaged in urea bags.

"Okay, I've got it."

Liu Yifei nodded, her tone serious.

She even reached out and straightened the red sealing rope of the urea bag to make it more stable on the seat.

The two stood by the car door.

Liu Yifei looked up at Fang Yu.

I'll come see you in a couple of days.

Fang Yu hummed in agreement and waved to her.

"I'm gone."

"Message me when you arrive."

Liu Yifei smiled slightly.

"it is good."

There were no cloying hugs, no reluctant farewells.

The two vehicles, one after the other, drove away from Beijing Capital International Airport.