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

The taxi came to a steady stop in front of the two imposing Roman columns of Shengshi Huating.

The security guard gave a standard salute from a distance, as if he were greeting not a homeowner, but a high-ranking official on an inspection tour.

Liu Qianqian pressed her face against the car window, her breath blurring the glass.

"ba... um, Yu Le."

The little girl stuttered a bit when correcting herself, pointing at the magnificent golden gate outside the window with a bewildered expression.

"Master, are we going the wrong way? Aren't we going home?"

Yu Le paid the money, opened the car door, and casually pulled the luggage out of the trunk.

"The bed boards in the old neighborhood's dilapidated storage room are as hard as rocks; my old bones can't get used to sleeping on them."

He gestured with his chin toward Liu Qianqian, who was still lounging in the back seat, lost in thought.

"Get out of the car. What, are you waiting for me to roll out a red carpet for you?"

Liu Qianqian scrambled off the bus, carrying her pink backpack, looking around like a groundhog that had just arrived in the city.

Yang Nuo remained calm. Anyway, she had never been to the boss's house before, and this place actually matched her impression of a "capitalist".

The three people swiped their cards to enter.

The elevator goes straight up to the sixteenth floor.

With a soft "beep" from the fingerprint lock, the heavy mahogany door slowly popped open.

The afternoon sun streamed in unobstructed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the Swarovski crystal chandelier in the living room with dazzling light.

The 180-square-meter apartment is spacious, bright, and airy.

A faint fragrance lingered in the air, the scent of wild ginger flowers that Liu Xiaoli had specially chosen.

Liu Qianqian stood in the entryway, her feet frozen in place.

She glanced at the expensive-looking handmade wool rug under her feet, then at her mud-covered sneakers.

I didn't dare to move.

"What are you standing there for? Come on in."

Yu Le kicked the slippers to her feet, then swaggered over and changed her shoes. She then slammed into the Italian leather sofa with a "bang" and let out a comfortable hum.

"This...this is our home?"

Liu Qianqian carefully stepped onto the carpet, and the soft touch made her toes curl up involuntarily.

"Otherwise what? Did you expect me to bring you here to work as a cleaner?"

Yu Le casually picked up the remote control from the coffee table and turned on the 70-inch rear-projection TV.

"The second room on the left, that's yours. Pink princess style, the decor is so tacky, but it's a perfect match for you."

Before he could finish speaking...

A pink lightning bolt shot out from the entrance hall.

Followed by.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Cheers erupted from the second bedroom.

Yu Le covered her ears, her facial muscles twitching twice.

"Yang Nuo, go check on her. Make sure she doesn't tear the roof off. And tell her that if she dares to jump around on the new bed, she'll be thrown out to sleep in the hallway."

Yang Nuo smiled and agreed, then put down her luggage and ran over.

Before long, the sound of two little girls chattering and laughing came from the second bedroom.

Yu Le shook his head.

It was a bit noisy.

But at least this house now has a bit of life in it.

……

Yu Le cooked dinner herself.

To celebrate his new home and to reward everyone who had been eating grass on set for the past few months, he prepared a feast.

Braised prawns, sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed grouper, and the braised pork that Liu Qianqian has been longing for.

When Liu Xiaoli returned, she witnessed this scene.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the dining table, where the man who haunted her dreams, wearing an apron, was bringing the last dish to the table.

The daughter and assistant, like two fledglings eagerly awaiting food, held up their chopsticks and waited expectantly.

This moment.

Her fatigue from a long day of running around vanished instantly.

"You're back?"

Yu Le took off his apron and casually draped it over the back of the chair, speaking as naturally as an old married couple.

"Wash your hands before eating."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was as lively as during the Chinese New Year.

Liu Qianqian's mouth never stopped, her cheeks bulging as she mumbled praises of the new room.

"Mom! That walk-in closet is amazing! I can finally hang up all my dresses!"

"And that bathtub! It has a massage function!"

Liu Xiaoli smiled and put a piece of spare rib on her plate, but her gaze remained fixed on Yu Le.

The emotions hidden within were so intense they couldn't be dissolved.

After the meal.

Yang Nuo was pulled back to her room by Liu Qianqian to continue exploring the new world.

Only Yu Le and Liu Xiaoli remained in the living room.

Yu Le poured a glass of water for the two of them and placed the thick property certificate on the coffee table.

"Teacher Liu, there's something we need to talk about."

Liu Xiaoli held a water glass and leaned back lazily on the sofa, looking like a satiated cat after having just eaten and drunk her fill.

"What's wrong? Why are you so serious?"

"Stop your dance classes."

Yu Le spoke casually, yet his words left no room for doubt.

Liu Xiaoli was stunned for a moment.

"Why? Those are students I worked so hard to accumulate..."

"Are we short of money?"

Yu Le interrupted her, pointing to the mansion and then to herself.

"We don't need a pittance right now. SARS isn't completely over yet, things are chaotic outside. If you keep running around every day and something bad happens to you, do you want me to live in constant fear, or do you want Qianqian to be without a mother's love?"

These words may sound harsh, but they reflect genuine concern.

Liu Xiaoli felt a warmth in her heart, but she still refused to admit defeat.

"Then what am I supposed to do at home? Be a full-time housewife? I can't stand spending my days playing mahjong and shopping."

"Who told you to be idle?"

Yu Le pulled a document from under the coffee table; it was the financial statement of Salted Fish Entertainment.

"The company is about to expand rapidly, and the accounts will keep piling up. Yang Nuo is good at managing logistics, but she can't handle the money. As for me, you know, I get a headache just looking at numbers."

He pushed the report in front of Liu Xiaoli.

"From now on, you'll be the CFO of Saltyfish Entertainment. You'll be in charge of the money, the accounts, and me."

"Of course, it's mainly about managing the money. As for managing me..."

Yu Le suddenly leaned closer, lowered his voice, and spoke with a mischievous grin.

"Well... that depends on how you behave tonight."

Liu Xiaoli blushed, glared at him reproachfully, and pinched his waist.

"You're never serious!"

But that hand honestly accepted the report.

She flipped through a few pages, her expression gradually becoming serious.

Actually, she didn't want to teach anymore. She had worked so hard before because of her daughter and because of that promise.

Now that the promise of moving to a new house has been fulfilled, with Yu Le and a company, she no longer needs to worry about her daughter's future. It's time for her to change her way of life.

"OK."

Liu Xiaoli closed the folder, exuding the competence of a strong woman.

"I'll take on the role of the housekeeper."