1970s: Hot wife accompanies the army, cold-faced rough man is not easy to tease

Chapter 278 A Chinese Man of Honor
Lu Youyou bought some daily necessities and returned to her dormitory. As soon as she opened the door, she knew that her roommates had already returned.

"Hi!"

A red head peeked out from the other bedroom door, paused for a moment upon seeing Lu Youyou, and then ran out excitedly.

"Hello, my name is Cecilia Song. It's nice to meet you. Are you Chinese?"

Lu Youyou responded to her cheek kiss by saying, "I am Lu Youyou, a Chinese."

Hearing this answer made her even more excited, and she immediately switched to fluent Chinese.

"Hello! I am also of Chinese descent. My Chinese name is Song Yunqing, which means 'the lingering charm' and 'the noble official in white robes'."

I was already surprised to see an Asian face, but I never expected that Song Yunqing was of Chinese descent and spoke such good Chinese.

With her short red hair, leather jacket, and long skirt, she has a look that could easily grace a magazine cover – quite unique.

Moreover, Song Yunqing is tall with a small face, which makes her bright, big eyes look like Bambi's, but with an added touch of mischievousness.

Lu Youyou smiled gently. Song Yunqing's style was indeed just like that color-blocked tea set—lively, bold, and colorful.

Song Yunqing was clearly very curious about her new roommate and was very enthusiastic, praising Lu Youyou profusely.

"You're so beautiful! Of all the Chinese and foreigners I've ever met, you're the most beautiful, I swear!"

Wow, your hair is so black, smooth, and silky! I love it!

Song Yunqing had fine, soft blonde hair, which she couldn't stand, so she dyed it red. Lu Youyou's long, seaweed-like hair was exactly what she wanted.

"Your skin is so good, I'm so envious!"

Song Yunqing's eyes were filled with more and more little stars. She had a whole wall of Barbie dolls at home, but none of them matched her aesthetic like Lu Youyou.

More importantly, Lu Youyou comes from a mysterious Eastern country!
She grew up listening to her elders tell stories about China, and the children in her family were required to learn Chinese. It's fair to say that China was the country she was most curious about.

Today I finally met a real Chinese person, not an immigrant, not an overseas Chinese, but a Chinese person who has just traveled across the ocean.

If she weren't afraid of being too abrupt, she would have wanted to hold Lu Youyou tightly and never let go.

Oh, by the way, the fairy smells so good, so good, so good! It's not like any perfume she's ever smelled before, it smells absolutely wonderful.

Knowing that Lu Youyou was older than her, Song Yunqing blurted out "sister," and then couldn't stop.

She gave a thorough introduction to Stanford, including the hidden rules for freshmen, the unspoken rules, and so on.

For dinner, Song Yunqing took Lu Youyou to her favorite restaurant. Although it was still white food, the Italian and Spanish flavors were more suitable for Chinese palates than cold sandwiches.

"I'll take you to Chinatown this weekend. The Chinese food there isn't as good as my family's, but it'll still satisfy your cravings."

Song Yunqing, arm in arm with Lu Youyou, strolled back and tentatively asked, "Sister Lu, are you going back to China for the holidays?"

"I won't go back; it's too inconvenient to come and go."

"Then may I invite you to my home? My grandfather and my parents will be very happy to see you!"

Lu Youyou hesitated, unsure whether she should agree.

Song Yunqing was incredibly enthusiastic; she was arguably the most lively and cheerful girl she had ever met in both her lives, and the best part was that her enthusiasm wasn't annoying.

"Come on, come on, try my mom's cooking! We also have chefs who cook Cantonese and Sichuan cuisine, you'll definitely love it!" Lu Youyou was so overwhelmed by her dazzling presence that she smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, okay, I'll go when I'm on vacation and have nothing to do, alright?"

Song Yunqing ignored the preconditions and assumed that Lu Youyou had agreed.

“I’ll definitely have time. My home is in San Francisco. You just need to send people, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

She has a car and a driver, and they're available 24/7.

Lu Youyou already knew that Song Yunqing's family was very well-off, with her living standards far exceeding those of ordinary people, and many of the small ornaments in her dormitory were works by famous artists.

It's rare to find a rich, beautiful woman with such a "positive" personality. Compared to the monsters and freaks she's encountered before, Song Yunqing is clearly much more likable.

She didn't get into Stanford through connections and money, as is often the case with children from wealthy families; she got in through her own hard work and was studying the popular major of computer science.

Although Lu Youyou rarely shows it, she actually has a severe case of aversion to stupidity. If she cannot communicate with someone on the same wavelength, she will lose the desire to speak.

Fortunately, she has always been lucky, and the people she has worked with are all smart. Her roommate is also a warm, intelligent, and beautiful woman. Lu Youyou has even more expectations for her future study abroad life.

The next morning, Song Yunqing had no classes, so she volunteered to be Lu Youyou's protector and escorted her to the classroom.

Asian students are a tiny minority at Stanford, and Lu Youyou's appearance immediately drew a lot of attention.

At that time, foreigners' impression of China was almost synonymous with poverty, ignorance, and backwardness. When they saw Lu Youyou, they would subconsciously think that she must be Japanese, or at the very least Korean.

She showed no signs of poverty, and her radiant face didn't look like she had suffered. Plus, she looked so good in her clothes—can a scarf be styled like that?

Many girls are secretly wondering why seemingly ordinary clothes look so good on Lu Youyou.

Boys think even more simply: beautiful women are simply attractive, pleasing to the eye, and irresistible to look at; a face that appeals to both East and West is always the center of attention.

Foreign young people are generally outgoing, and as soon as Lu Youyou sat down, the boy in front of her took the initiative to greet her.

"Hello, my name is John, and yours is John?"

"Hello, Lu Youyou."

Their hands touched briefly, like dragonflies skimming the water, before parting. However, John was even more shocked when he saw Lu Youyou up close.

Is this Asian woman really an adult? He has never seen such a flawless face on any other person her age!

"Are you Japanese?" John asked, following his own assumption.

In recent years, many Japanese people have come to the United States. A Japanese immigrant family recently moved in next door to his house. The lady of the house is also petite and fair-skinned.

Lu Youyou is not petite at all, but she is very fair-skinned, with a radiant glow on her face, like a beautiful pearl on a crown.

He was immersed in his wonderful imagination when, a second later, his hair stood on end, and he witnessed firsthand what it meant to have a cold face instantly.

The polite smile instantly turned serious and cold, and a sharp and determined gaze met John's sunny and cheerful face without any hesitation.

"I come from China. Calling me Japanese is an insult to me and to any Chinese person. Please watch your words, thank you."

John was speechless at the sudden serious atmosphere. Why was the beautiful woman suddenly angry? What did he say? Just because he asked if she was Japanese?
In the eyes of most Americans, present-day Japan is the Japan that American media have described as "Japan bought America."

Lu Youyou didn't expect Americans to be well-versed in modern Chinese history, so she maintained basic politeness, but her stance was not to be confused.

She is Chinese, a proud and upright Chinese, a Chinese who will return to the top of the world in forty years.