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

And this moment.

Fang Yu is the central figure in this media storm.

He was lying sprawled out on the dormitory sofa.

While scrolling through my phone, I stuffed potato chips into my mouth.

Seeing the online comments criticizing him for "neglecting his duties" and being a "lackey of capitalism," he was not angry at all; on the contrary, he was overjoyed.

Go ahead and curse.

These days, making money isn't shameful.

As long as these people don't come over through the internet and beat people up, it's fine.

If you want to take action, you'll have to pay extra.

Just then.

A WeChat message pops up at the top of the phone screen.

It was sent by Liu Yifei.

There's only one emoji of a cat sneaking a peek out.

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow and opened the chat box.

Liu Yifei: [What are you doing?]

Fang Yu: [Reflecting on the trajectory of life and the profound philosophy of world peace.]

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.

I guess they were speechless at this answer.

Liu Yifei: [Are you... busy today?]

Fang Yu: [Not busy at all, I'm so bored I'm practically growing mushrooms.]

Liu Yifei: [Well... I was too busy with work yesterday, and we didn't even have a proper chat after we parted ways at the airport.]

Immediately afterwards, a message popped up at the top of the chat interface: "The other party is typing..."

It lasted for more than a minute.

Finally, the second message popped up.

Come to my house tonight.

The last four words were followed by a small, shy emoji.

Fang Yu stared at those four words.

I forgot to wipe the potato chip crumbs from the corners of my mouth.

This is……

A formal invitation?

Fang Yu took a deep breath and his fingers flew across the screen.

Fang Yu: [Sure, no problem.]

After sending this message, he hesitated for 0.3 seconds.

He added another sentence.

Excuse me, do I need to bring my own bedding and toiletries?

The message has been sent.

The other side remained silent.

A full minute passed.

Liu Yifei only managed to reply with one word.

【……roll.】

It was followed by a string of angry knife-wielding emojis.

……

Six o'clock in the evening.

It was already completely dark in the capital.

As dusk settles, the traffic stretches as far as the eye can see.

Fang Yu put on a mask and a baseball cap, and strolled out the door.

He didn't take a car.

I didn't ask Sister Wang to arrange a driver either.

This newly crowned top celebrity, who just returned to Beijing from Mohe and whose trending topics haven't cooled down yet.

I just mingled in the rush hour crowd and grabbed a shared bike.

Then, wobbling along, he rode towards Liu Yifei's house.

no way.

During Beijing's evening rush hour, taking a bus is frustrating, but cycling is the real solution.

Twenty minutes later.

Fang Yu parked the shared bicycle on the side of the road and looked up at the residential area in front of him.

High-end residences.

Security is tight.

Even the greenery at the entrance exudes an aura of "don't let ordinary people in."

Fang Yu took out his phone and sent a message to Liu Yifei.

[We're downstairs, how do we get in?]

soon.

Liu Yifei replied with a picture.

This is a temporary visitor QR code. You can scan it at the pedestrian gate at the south gate.

Fang Yu stared at the screen for two seconds.

Scan the code to enter?

Row.

This is a neighborhood for rich women; it's definitely got something special.

He pulled down the brim of his hat and walked to the south gate of the residential area.

Inside the security booth, a spirited young man immediately stood up, looking at him warily.

Fang Yu didn't speak.

I simply held my phone screen up to the gate's QR code scanner and waved it around.

"drop."

The access control is open.

The security guard glanced at the internal screen.

The message above indicates that Building C has authorized visitors.

He immediately stepped back half a step, his attitude respectful, and didn't ask a single unnecessary question throughout the entire process.

Fang Yu put away his phone and stepped into the residential area.

The neighborhood is very quiet.

The landscaping is excellent, with winding paths leading to secluded spots, and pedestrian and vehicle traffic separated, making even the sound of footsteps exceptionally clear.

It's a completely different world from the artist apartment that Xingyao Entertainment rented for him.

The main selling point there is that it's a place to stay.

This area mainly focuses on one thing—

Fang Yu found Building C, swiped his access card, and entered the elevator.

The elevators are accessible by card, ensuring a high degree of privacy.

He pressed the button for the seventeenth floor and looked at his reflection in the mirrored elevator door, feeling inexplicably nervous.

How do I describe this feeling?

It's a bit like an ugly son-in-law visiting his daughter's home for the first time.

"bite."

The elevator has arrived.

The entrance hall is right outside the door.

A beautiful figure was already waiting at the door.

Liu Yifei changed out of her smart daytime outfit and into a loose, soft, off-white loungewear sweater.

Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

She wasn't wearing much makeup, just bare-faced, which actually made her skin look even cleaner and clearer.

She was wearing a pair of fluffy bunny slippers.

She's lost some of the aloofness of a national goddess and gained a more approachable, homey vibe.

Her eyes lit up noticeably when she saw Fang Yu.

"You're here?"

"Um."

Fang Yu put on the slippers she handed him, and while taking off his coat, he looked around the room.

Three bedrooms and two living rooms.

There is a lot of space.

The decor is minimalist and modern, with gray and white as the main colors. There isn't much furniture, but each piece is of high quality.

The living room was spotless.

It was so clean it didn't even look like a place where people lived.

"Your house..."

Fang Yu exclaimed sincerely, "That's pretty big."

This location.

This area.

Without an eight-figure sum, you probably wouldn't even be able to touch that floor tile by the door.

Rich woman.

She's definitely a rich woman.

Liu Yifei took his coat and hung it on the hanger, her tone quite casual.

"It's alright. Living alone, sometimes it feels a bit empty."

She led Fang Yu inside.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, the dazzling night view of Beijing unfolds.

The lights stretched out in a continuous line, as if the entire city was laid out beneath your feet.

"Have you eaten?" Liu Yifei asked.

"No."

Fang Yu sat down on the sofa, sinking halfway into it.

"Waiting for you to feed it."

This sofa is really comfortable.

It's so much better than that lousy sofa in his dorm room.

Liu Yifei brushed her hair aside, her expression a little unnatural.

"So... what would you like to eat?"

"Let me see what's in your fridge."

Fang Yu stood up and walked towards the kitchen as he spoke.

Liu Yifei followed behind.

His expression showed a slight guilty conscience.

The kitchen is open-plan.

All kinds of kitchen utensils and appliances are available.

It's ridiculously new.

It's obvious at a glance that they haven't experienced much of the realities of life.

Fang Yu opened the double-door refrigerator.

then.

He was silent.

The huge refrigerator was indeed quite full.

Moreover, the categorization is extremely neat.

Rows of sugar-free sparkling water.

Rows of black coffee.

The refrigerator drawer was full of clean and chopped lettuce, purple cabbage, and cherry tomatoes.

The refrigerator also offers various flavors of vacuum-packed ready-to-eat chicken breast, as well as sugar-free yogurt.

Fang Yu stared for a while, then turned to look at Liu Yifei.

"no……"

"You live on grass all the time?"

Liu Yifei blushed and explained in a low voice.

"Female celebrities need to manage their figures."

"We're used to eating low-calorie meals on set, so Sister Hong will regularly have people stuff us with these low-calorie foods."

Fang Yu rubbed his forehead.

Fine.

Even fairies have to watch what they eat.

The refrigerator of the nation's goddess features a design that would make even a cow weep.

He then rummaged through the freezer and dry goods compartments.

At least we've gained something.

Two bundles of pure rye buckwheat noodles.

There were two tomatoes and a few eggs in the corner of the refrigerator.

Fang Yu picked up the buckwheat noodles and the tomato, and weighed them in his hands.

"This is fine, I'll make you some noodles."

"Here's a special version for female celebrities—hot soup noodles that won't make you gain weight."