Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

10:00 AM.

Beijing Capital International Airport.

The once bustling and crowded Terminal 2 is now as empty as if it had just been looted.

The lobby was filled with the pungent smell of 84 disinfectant.

Occasionally, a few hurried travelers would pass by, all fully equipped with masks and goggles, looking like a scene from a biohazard crisis.

Yu Le wore a double mask, revealing only her eyes, and pulled her suitcase out of the arrival gate.

At the taxi stand, several drivers were gathered together smoking and chatting, their masks hanging on their chins, mainly for psychological comfort.

"Master, shall we go? To Chaoyang."

Yu Le knocked on the window of the nearest taxi.

The driver, a chubby man, was chatting animatedly with someone next to him when he heard this. He turned around and sized Yu Le up and down.

"Hey buddy, you're tough to go back to Beijing now."

The driver stubbed out his cigarette and opened the car door.

"Get in! Business is so slow today, you're the first customer I've gotten."

The car drove onto the airport expressway.

The road conditions were surprisingly good; sections of road that are usually jammed like parking lots were now wide open, allowing drivers to floor the accelerator.

"Have you heard? The neighborhood next door is under lockdown."

The driver was a typical Beijing chatterbox; even through the thick guardrail, his chatter couldn't be stopped.

"Good heavens, several ambulances drove in with their sirens blaring and took away several people. Everyone's in a panic right now, and I'm the only one who dares to come out and do odd jobs to earn some money to save my life."

Yu Le leaned back in the back seat, responding half-heartedly.

His thoughts had long since flown back to his home.

What exactly is Liu Xiaoli up to?

How can someone so old not take care of themselves?

The view of Beijing outside the car window seemed to have been muted.

The once bustling streets were deserted, most shops were closed, and only a sparse queue remained outside the pharmacy.

An invisible sense of oppression hung over this ancient city.

"We've arrived, number forty-five."

The driver slammed on the brakes, jolting Yu Le out of her reverie.

Yu Le tossed down a fifty-yuan bill.

"Keep the change, please."

He picked up his suitcase and strode into the residential area.

The security guard at the entrance of the residential compound, wearing a red armband and holding a forehead thermometer, dutifully stopped him.

"Stop! What are you doing? Have you had your temperature checked? Have you registered?"

Yu Le reluctantly took off his hat, revealing a face so handsome it was outrageous.

"Sir, it's me, Yu Le. From building number 12."

The old man squinted and stared for a long time before he suddenly realized what was going on.

"Hey! It's Xiao Yu! Weren't you filming? Why are you back now?"

The old man dripped a drop of water on his forehead while muttering to himself.

"Why don't you young people listen to advice? This capital city is a huge fire pit. Everyone else is running out, but you're jumping in."

"Something came up at home."

Yu Le didn't explain much, took the registration form handed to him by the old man, and signed his name in a flamboyant manner.

"By the way, sir."

He asked casually.

Have you seen any of my family members out recently? It's Sister Liu.

The old man frowned and thought for a moment.

"Teacher Liu... I don't think I've seen her. I saw her leaving home a couple of days ago with a bag, saying she was going to teach a class. I don't remember her these past few days."

Haven't seen you for two days?

Yu Le's heart skipped a beat.

The ominous premonition grew stronger.

He thanked the old man, dragged his suitcase, and practically ran all the way to his building.

The elevator was stopped at the top floor.

Yu Le couldn't wait and went straight into the staircase.

He took two steps at a time and rushed upstairs in one breath.

Standing in front of that familiar security door, he took a moment to calm his breathing.

Take out the key.

"Click".

The sound of the door lock turning was exceptionally clear in the quiet hallway.

The door opened.

A chilly atmosphere swept over us.

no one.

Not only was there no one there, but there wasn't even a hint of warmth.

"Is this what they mean by 'sleeping at home'?"

Yu Le pushed the suitcase aside, and the wheels rolled on the wooden floor with a dull thud.

He strode into the bedroom.

The quilt was folded neatly, like a freshly baked block of tofu, and the sheets were so smooth that there wasn't a single wrinkle.

When I reached out and touched it, it was ice-cold.

An extremely absurd and ridiculous idea grew wildly in his mind like weeds.

not at home.

lie.

The phone is answered slowly.

This plot development... doesn't it seem a bit like a classic scene from those urban romance dramas?

Yu Le subconsciously touched the top of his head.

It's not green, is it?

No way.

Who is Yu Le? A time traveler who holds the information gap of the next twenty years. He is also quite handsome. Although he calls himself a "salted fish," he is still a salted fish with gold trim.

Why would you leave such a promising and high-performing talent behind and go looking for some old-timer?

Moreover, based on his understanding of Liu Xiaoli, although this woman was a bit arrogant and career-oriented, she was very traditional at heart.

If she really had those intentions, she would have confronted him long ago; there's no need to play this low-level "hide-and-seek."

"Calm down, this is the real world, not a cuckold's tale on a webpage."

Yu Le plopped down on the sofa, nipping the absurd idea in the bud.

That means something bad has happened.

He took out his phone, hovered his fingertip over the familiar number on the screen for a second, and then pressed it.

"beep--"

This time, they answered very quickly.

"Feed? What's wrong?"

The voice coming from the receiver was crisp and pleasant, full of energy, showing no trace of the half-dead, weak state he had been in the previous night.

Yu Le raised an eyebrow, a playful smile curving his lips.

"Teacher Liu, you seem to be in good health?"

"Weren't you almost dead last night? How come you're having a sudden surge of energy before death?"

There was a noticeable pause on the other end of the phone, followed by Liu Xiaoli's cheerful voice.

"Screw you, what do you mean by 'last burst of energy before death'? That sounds awful. I already said I was just tired. A good night's sleep will recharge me, and I'll feel better naturally."

"Yeah?"

Yu Le tapped her fingers lightly on the sofa armrest to create a rhythm.

"So where are you now?"

"At home."

Liu Xiaoli answered confidently and without hesitation.

"Just got up, about to make something to eat. How's everything going on your end? How many more days until you're back?"

Yu Le looked at the dark television screen in front of her, then glanced at the empty kitchen.

Good guy.

With that kind of mental fortitude, it would be a waste of his talent not to be a spy.

"At home..."

Yu Le dragged out the last syllable, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

"Which branch? Do you have any other branches?"

"Our home, where else could it be?"

Liu Xiaoli seemed to have sensed something, and her tone became somewhat probing.

"What's wrong? Are you checking up on me?"

Yu Le took a deep breath and spoke slowly and deliberately into the phone receiver.

"That's quite a coincidence."

"I'm at home too."

"I'm sitting on the sofa right now, looking at that TV that's not turned on, wondering if you've mastered the art of invisibility and are hiding in some corner watching me make a fool of myself."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

A full five seconds passed.

"You...you're back?!"