I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Luo Ying ran all the way from the teaching building.

She was wearing a white T-shirt and had her hair tied in a ponytail; her hair swayed in the wind as she ran.

When she reached the South Gate, she stopped, took a couple of breaths, and then saw her brother.

Luo Fei stood at the door, empty-handed, just standing there quietly.

He was wearing an ordinary T-shirt and looked no different from any other graduate student on campus.

Luo Ying ran over and called out "Brother," then paused, wanting to hug him but feeling a little embarrassed. Finally, she reached out and gently patted his arm.

"Why did you suddenly come? You didn't even tell me beforehand."

Luo Fei smiled and said, "I was just passing by and thought I'd drop by to see you."

"Just passing by?"

Luo Ying clearly didn't believe it.

Luo Fei didn't explain, but instead asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet, get out of class just ended. Come on, I'll treat you to the cafeteria."

She pulled Luo Fei toward the cafeteria, but after a few steps she seemed to remember something, took out her phone and sent a few messages.

"I invited Chen Yu and the others, you don't mind, do you?"

Luo Fei replied, "No, it's more lively with more people."

The cafeteria was located on the east side of the campus, in a fairly large three-story building. Luo Ying led him up to the second floor, saying that the food there was better than on the first floor.

They found an empty table and sat down. Not long after, their three roommates arrived.

As the three girls approached, they immediately recognized Luo Fei.

Chen Yu was the first to speak. She pushed up her glasses and said with a smile, "Brother Luo Fei, it's been a long time."

Zhang Yue and Liu Qian also called out "Brother Luo Fei," and the atmosphere immediately became lively after the three of them sat down.

Luo Ying went to the window and ordered six dishes: braised pork ribs, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, pickled fish, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, Kung Pao chicken, plus a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup.

Luo Fei looked at the plate of pickled fish. The fish slices were cut unevenly, and a layer of red oil floated on the soup. It didn't look very appealing.

But the taste was pretty good; the fish slices were quite tender and the pickled cabbage was very flavorful.

He ate while listening to the girls chat. He didn't say much, just occasionally nodding or smiling.

Halfway through the meal, he had a sudden thought and silently marked Luo Ying in his mind.

After thinking about it, I also marked Chen Yu, Zhang Yue, and Liu Qian.

As I walked out of the cafeteria after finishing my meal, the sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow on the red walls of the teaching building.

Several girls suggested taking him for a walk around the campus, to see Weiming Lake, and to visit the library.

Luo Fei checked the time. He still needed to go back and help his parents buy things, so he said, "Maybe next time. I have something to do today, so I have to go now."

Luo Ying was a little reluctant to part, but didn't say much, only uttering an "oh".

Luo Fei took out his phone and transferred one million yuan to Luo Ying.

When Luo Ying received the bank's text message, she was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him.

"Brother, why did you transfer so much money to me?"

Luo Fei put his phone back in his pocket and said, "It's pocket money. Don't be stingy, buy whatever you want. Eat well and dress well."

Luo Ying opened her mouth, but looking at her brother's calm face, she swallowed her words, lowered her head, and softly hummed in agreement.

Chen Yu, who was standing next to Luo Ying, leaned over and glanced at Luo Ying's phone screen. Her eyes widened in surprise.

"One hundred—"

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Ying covered her mouth.

Zhang Yue and Liu Qian exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

They knew Luo Fei was rich, but to casually transfer a million yuan to his sister as pocket money was just too much...

Luo Fei didn't think anything was wrong. He said "Let's go" to the girls and turned to walk towards the school gate.

I hadn't walked far when I heard the voices of several girls behind me.

Chen Yu tugged at Luo Ying's sleeve, her voice not loud, but Luo Fei's hearing was sharp enough to hear her clearly even from more than ten meters away.

"Luo Ying, does your brother have a girlfriend?"

Luo Ying replied, "I don't think so. I've never heard him mention it."

Chen Yu lowered her voice even further, but Luo Fei still heard her.

"So... what do you think of me being your sister-in-law?"

Luo Ying was stunned for a moment, then reached out to hit her.

"Are you crazy?!"

Chen Yu laughed and dodged, running around Zhang Yue and Liu Qian in circles, with Luo Ying chasing after her. The two of them made a ruckus on the tree-lined path of the campus.

Zhang Yue and Liu Qian laughed so hard they bent over.

Luo Fei didn't turn around, a slight smile playing on his lips, and quickened his pace.

After exiting the south gate, he turned into a quiet alleyway and, after confirming that no one was around, made a decision.

The next second, he appeared in the mall's restroom.

He went out of the restroom and found his parents.

Li Xiulan was still struggling with the decision.

The problem I'm having now is the bed.

She first sat on a solid wood bed, bounced her bottom a little, then lay down and turned over.

Then I tried the one next to it, lay down and got up again.

The sales assistant has been replaced. This afternoon's assistant is a young man wearing glasses. He looks quite honest and stood next to her without daring to say a word, afraid of saying something wrong that might upset the aunt and affect her purchase.

Luo Weidong sat in the chair next to him, having given up on participating in the discussion.

When he saw Luo Fei approaching, his eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior.

Luo Fei asked, "Dad, have you bought the bed yet?"

Luo Weidong shook his head: "Your mother hasn't decided yet."

Luo Fei walked over, sat down on a carved solid wood bed, pressed it, and said, "Mom, what do you think of this? The carvings on it are quite pretty."

Li Xiulan came over and looked at it carefully. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Okay, this one will do."

Luo Weidong breathed a sigh of relief.

Over the next few hours, Luo Fei helped his parents finalize everything else they could think of.

Most of the decisions were made by Luo Fei.

Li Xiulan hesitated for a long time over each one, while Luo Weidong always said "whatever," and in the end, Luo Fei made the final decision.

"This, this, and this... send them all to this address."

The sales assistant's hands were getting tired from writing so many orders, but his smile grew brighter and brighter.

As evening fell, the last order was signed, and the mall began to arrange for trucks to deliver goods.

Luo Fei drove his parents back to Liuxi Village.

Two trucks were already parked in front of the new house, and workers were unloading things.

Luo Fei parked his car, went over to greet the workers, and then started helping to move things.

He can carry everything upstairs by himself, going up and down the stairs as easily as walking on flat ground, without even panting.

The workers stared in disbelief. One of the younger workers whispered to his colleague, "This guy must have some training, right?"

My colleague replied, "They probably came from a moving company."

Luo Fei heard this but offered no explanation.

He arranged everything according to his parents' instructions.

Li Xiulan followed behind, giving instructions, saying "Put this here" and "Put that there" repeatedly. After three or four revisions, she was finally satisfied.

Luo Weidong stood in the middle of the living room, looked around, and said, "It finally feels like a home."

Li Xiulan's eyes reddened slightly as she turned to wipe the table.

We had dinner at a farmhouse restaurant again.

Liu Fu reserved a private room for them and cooked several dishes, including fish, meat, and vegetables—simple yet warm.

Halfway through the meal, Li Xiulan put down her chopsticks and said, "After we finish eating, let's visit each other's homes and tell our relatives and neighbors that we're moving to a new house tomorrow and invite them over for dinner tonight to make it more lively."

Luo Weidong nodded: "Okay, I'll go and talk to my cousins."

Luo Fei said, "Mom, do you want me to go with you?"

Li Xiulan waved her hand: "No need, you should rest. You must be tired from moving things."

Luo Fei smiled, wanting to say that he wasn't tired at all.

After dinner, my parents changed into clean clothes and went out.

Luo Fei stood at the door of the new house, watching his parents' figures disappear into the distance.

The streetlights were not yet on, and the last rays of the setting sun cast long shadows of the two people.

He stood there for a while, then turned and went inside to start unpacking the unopened cardboard boxes.

Meanwhile, at Lin Zongwei's home in Qingshan Town.

The living room lights were on, and a strange woman was sitting on the sofa.

She was around forty years old, with short hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a dark red dress, black high heels, and carrying a notebook and a pen.

Her name is Fang Min. She is a mediator that Yang Xue found online. She has more than two million followers and specializes in mediating family disputes. She travels all over the country and goes wherever there is a dispute.

Yang Xue found her contact information online and called to explain the situation.

Fang Min hesitated at first, feeling that the distance was too far. Yang Xue offered to cover all travel expenses, food and lodging, and give her an additional 20,000 yuan as a favor, so she agreed.

Fang Min just arrived this afternoon. Yang Xue picked her up from the station and arranged for her to stay at a hotel in town. She invited her to her home for dinner tonight.

They hadn't eaten yet and were chatting in the living room.

Fang Min had written a few lines in her notebook: "Biological daughter doesn't acknowledge her biological mother," "She has money to live in a villa but doesn't pay alimony," and "Her granddaughter got into Kyoto University but forgot her roots."

She listened and nodded, occasionally asking, "How old are you, ma'am?" "What's your daughter's name?" "Where does she live now?"

Wang Cuifen sat on the sofa, clutching a handkerchief in her hand. Her eyes were red, and her voice was hoarse: "I'm over seventy years old and won't live for many more years. I just wanted my daughter to acknowledge me and take care of me in my old age. But she's fine with that. She lives in a big villa and drives a nice car, and she won't even come to see me once."

As she spoke, tears began to fall.

Fang Min handed her a tissue and said gently, "Auntie, don't be sad. I'll go with you tomorrow and have a good talk with her. There's no knot between a mother and daughter that can't be untied."

Yang Xue chimed in, "That's right, that's right! With Teacher Fang involved, she can definitely mediate. She has over two million followers, she has a huge influence, everyone has to give her face!"

Lin Zongwei sat in the corner, a cigarette between his fingers.

His phone vibrated, and when he took it out, he saw it was a message from his neighbor.

"Zongwei, did you know your sister's family is moving to a new house tomorrow and they're having dinner tonight?"

Lin Zongwei narrowed his eyes, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and glanced up at Yang Xue.

"They're moving to a new house tomorrow and are having a party tonight."

Yang Xue's eyes lit up immediately.

She glanced at Fang Min, then at Lin Zongwei, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up.

"Perfect."

She said, her voice tinged with barely concealed excitement.

"When they host a dinner party, there are many people, including relatives and neighbors. We bring Teacher Fang to their house. The more people there are, the more they will lose face. At that point, they will have no choice but to acknowledge it."

Fang Min pushed up her glasses and remained silent, which was taken as tacit consent.

Wang Cuifen gripped the handkerchief tighter, tears still streaming down her face, but the corners of her mouth had unconsciously turned up in a smile.