I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 713 The Matter Fang Qingye Entrusted Xia He to Do

The car entered the city and arrived at the Golden Eslite residential complex on Longxi Road. Fang Qingye told Yue Kai to drive to a nearby hotel to stay, while she excitedly carried her suitcase into the complex alone.

I took the elevator directly to the eighth floor of Building 6, took out my key to open the door, and saw Xia Qingqing playing on the sofa in her pajamas in the living room.

Hearing someone open the door, the little girl paused for a moment, but upon seeing Fang Qingye enter, she immediately called out "Daddy," jumped off the sofa, and happily ran over, spreading her arms to throw herself into Fang Qingye's embrace.

"My good daughter." Fang Qingye smiled, picked up the little girl, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Where's mom?"

"Mom is cooking."

Just then, Xia He came out of the kitchen, wearing a tight sweater and an apron around her waist, and smiled at Fang Qingye.

"Coming."

"Ah."

Xia He was about to pick up her suitcase when Fang Qingye said, "Don't rush, look at the gift I bought for Qingqing."

He put his daughter down and opened his suitcase.

LEGO DUPLO Dreamy Fairy Tale Castle, Mini Kitchen Set, and a Barbie doll with blonde hair and a pink dress.

"Qingqing, this is a gift from your Aunt Bai. Isn't it pretty?" Fang Qingye said to her daughter with a smile, taking out the Barbie doll.

"It's beautiful." The daughter smiled and picked up the doll, unable to put it down.

Xia He, who was standing nearby, was taken aback and asked incredulously, "You mean Bai...Bai Ou gave it to Qingqing?"

“Yes, besides her, which other aunt with the surname Bai is there?” Fang Qingye asked in return.

"Huh? This?"

“So, you don’t need to worry about anything,” Fang Qingye said.

"Okay, you play with your daughter, I'll go cook and it'll be ready soon." Xia He was very happy and hurried into the kitchen.

For lunch, they made rice, stir-fried pork with ginger, braised catfish, stir-fried dried tofu with cattail shoots, and a taro and gorgon fruit soup. Fang Qingye ate heartily and ate two large bowls of rice in one go.

"It's been so long since I've had such delicious Nanxin cuisine," Fang Qingye exclaimed, rubbing her slightly bloated stomach.

Xia He was feeding her daughter when she heard this and glanced at him: "Don't dishes made with lotus root taste good?"

"Bai Ou is really not as good at cooking as you. Now her mother does the cooking at home." Fang Qingye said, taking the spoon: "You eat, I'll feed you."

"Ah."

After lunch, Fang Qingye drove Xia He's BMW 5 Series and happily took her daughter for a stroll around Huijing City.

The weather was nice today, a typical "warm spring" day. The family of three went to Lingzhou Children's Park in Xuanwu Lake Park, rode the lake-circling train, played in the sand and on the climbing frame in the indoor greenhouse, and also fed pigeons in the Lovers' Garden.

We played until after 5 p.m., then ate Huaiyang cuisine near Laodongmen. I specially made colorful vegetable porridge and mini Yangzhou fried rice for my daughter. We also watched the light show on the Laomendong city wall. We didn't go home until 8 p.m.

When they got home, their daughter was already tired. Xiahe carried her into the bathroom to give her a bath and put her on the warm bed. Their daughter hugged the Barbie doll that Bai'ou had bought for her and soon drifted off to sleep.

Only a warm yellow wall lamp remained lit in the living room, its soft light enveloping Fang Qingye and Xia He. The surroundings were so quiet that they could hear each other's soft breathing.

"Qingye, you must have had a hard day. You carried Qingqing the whole time." Xiahe looked up at him, her voice filled with concern.

"What's one day for me?" Fang Qingye reached out and gently pulled Xia He into her arms. "You take care of her 365 days a year, that's what you call hard work."

“Qingqing has always been a good girl, so I don’t feel too tired. Besides, we have a nanny at home to help out.” Xia He leaned on his shoulder and spoke gently.

"Then...should we get some rest too?" Fang Qingye asked in a low voice. "Huh? Do you usually go to bed this early at home?" Xia He was slightly taken aback.

"No, that's not it..." Fang Qingye chuckled softly, "Since you're here today, let's go to bed early, okay?"

Xia He understood the implication of his words perfectly. With a flicker of her eyes, she gently scolded, "Bai Ou should be almost fully recovered by now, right? Why don't you ask her to keep you company?"

“She is her, and you are you,” he said, his voice deepening and becoming serious. “How could the feeling be the same…?”

"You scoundrel!" Xia He spat lightly, her cheeks slightly flushed, but a hint of a smile she couldn't hide appeared in the corner of her eyes.

“Hey, I mean…” Fang Qingye suddenly remembered something, and her tone became cautious, “What we’re doing… might wake Qingqing up? That would be really embarrassing.”

"If you're worried about noise," Xia He smiled and whispered, "we'll go to the next room."

"Great!" Fang Qingye's eyes lit up, and she immediately stood up and picked Xia He up in her arms. "Let's go to sleep!"

He walked steadily toward another bedroom, and Xia He gently wrapped her arms around his neck.

After the storm, Xia He nestled against Fang Qingye, a look of contentment on her face, and whispered:
"Qingye, let's go to sleep. I'm worried about Qingqing."

"Ah."

The two tiptoed into the master bedroom next door and saw their daughter sleeping soundly with rosy cheeks. They covered her with a blanket and then slipped into another bed.

Fang Qingye gently stroked Xia He's smooth body and asked, "Xia He, are you sleepy? If not, I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" Xia He turned over, facing Fang Qingye.

"You shouldn't stay in America."

"What? Are you worried about my safety? You've hired a security team for me, I have bodyguards wherever I go, it's safer than back home," Xia He said with a smile.

"It's not your immediate surroundings, but the bigger picture. Let me tell you, the world is starting to change, and the international situation will become increasingly tense, especially the relationship between our country and the United States. Maybe it won't be convenient for me to go to the United States in the future."

"Oh, is it that serious?" Xia He was surprised, looking at Fang Qingye's serious expression, which didn't seem like a joke.

"Xia He, you have to believe me. I can't boast about anything else, but I'm pretty good at predicting the big picture. You'll have to leave America sooner or later, so you might as well leave now."

"Then where should I go? Back to China? But honestly, even if Bai Ou doesn't say anything when I come back, you're no longer that lowly bank clerk commuting to get off work on an electric scooter in a small county town. You're a celebrity now. If the public finds out you have a lover and an illegitimate daughter, it will have a huge impact on your family, career, and image!"

"To be honest, I was a little uneasy when you accompanied me and Qingqing out today, afraid that someone would recognize you."

Fang Qingye naturally understood Xia He's sincere words. He said, "I understand what you're saying. I've also considered it. It's indeed a bit unrealistic to do things domestically right now, but we can go to a place that's closer."

“Hong Kong? If it’s not the mainland, then it’s either Hong Kong or Macau. It’s convenient for you to come see Qingqing then,” Xia He said.

“If we’re just talking about where to live, Hong Kong or Macau are both fine. But Xia He, I need to ask you to do something.”

"What's wrong?" Xia He asked curiously.

"I want to set up a trust."

"Trust?"

"Yes, the location is in Singapore."

"Why Singapore instead of Hong Kong?" Xia He asked, puzzled. "Are you planning to set up a PTC (Private Trust)?"

Xia He knew that, according to existing laws, both the mainland and Hong Kong prohibit the establishment of PTCs, but Singapore allows it to a limited extent.

"It's not just for that reason; Singapore is safer."

(End of this chapter)