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

Yu Le closed his notebook and casually tossed it onto the bedside table.

The battle was too easy, even a bit boring.

In this rudimentary stage of cyberbullying, the methods used by trolls were shockingly simplistic. Aside from spreading rumors and labeling people, they completely lacked the systematic and professional skills needed to manipulate public opinion in later generations.

Besides, Liu Qianqian is so clean now.

At only sixteen years old, her life revolved around school and film crews; she was practically a blank slate with very few flaws.

If we have to pinpoint a flaw, the only thing that could be considered is that he holds the Ugly country's citizenship.

However, at this point in time, it doesn't quite qualify.

In 2003, the U.S. passport was a "superior" passport, a "ticket to the other side" that countless Chinese people would do anything to obtain.

Even in the entertainment industry, having the title of "overseas Chinese" can make one more attractive in terms of roles and endorsements, and can increase one's value by 20%.

No one would consider this a flaw.

Everyone will just be envious.

But Yu Le knew.

The wind direction can change.

When the Chinese people's self-confidence rises, this passport will become Liu Qianqian's Achilles' heel.

Moreover, putting aside any considerations of profit, Yu Le also deeply desires that his wife and daughter be true Chinese citizens, legitimate members of the Chinese nation.

……

It was late at night.

In the master bedroom of Shengshi Huating, only a dim bedside lamp was left on, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

The air was filled with the expensive scent of Lancôme's Advanced Génifique serum.

Liu Xiaoli, wearing a silk nightgown, was sitting in front of her dressing table, using a jade roller to massage her face before bed.

Yu Le leaned against the headboard, holding a copy of "Story Collection" in her hand, but ten minutes passed and she still hadn't turned the page.

"What's wrong?"

Liu Xiaoli caught a glimpse of the absent-minded man through the mirror.

She put down the roller, turned around, and her long, seaweed-like hair slid down her shoulders, exuding charm.

"You've had a furrowed brow since you got back. Is something wrong at the company?"

She walked to the bedside, lifted a corner of the quilt and crawled in, pressing herself against Yu Le with her fragrant body.

"Or... is there some new weird thing happening online?"

"It's all over online now. Those trolls are probably crying in their blankets right now."

Yu Le casually tossed the copy of "Story Collection" onto the bedside table, then naturally put his arm around her shoulder, letting her head rest on his chest.

"I'm thinking about something else."

"What is it?"

Liu Xiaoli's fingers twirled on the buttons of his pajamas as she asked casually.

"Regarding Sissi's nationality."

Yu Le's voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

The woman in his arms paused noticeably for a moment.

"Country of Citizenship?"

Liu Xiaoli raised her head, a hint of doubt flashing in her beautiful phoenix eyes.

"What about your nationality? Is your passport about to expire? No way, I remember it still has several years left."

"It's not a matter of expiration."

Yu Le sat up straight, propped up the pillow behind her, and looked at her with a serious expression.

"Xiaoli, I want to change your and Xixi's nationality back."

"Return to China."

Liu Xiaoli was stunned.

She blinked, seemingly processing the meaning of those words.

In 2003, this idea was considered "rebellious".

After all, for that green card, for that passport, how many people have abandoned their families, how many have gone bankrupt, and some have even been stuck in shipping containers for months.

Liu Xiaoli went through tremendous effort to obtain this identity for her daughter.

Yu Le was mentally prepared.

He had a lot of ideas in mind.

From analyzing the international situation to future economic trends, from national sentiments to the ecology of the entertainment industry, even sentimental rhetoric like "returning to one's roots" has been prepared.

He thought it would be a difficult negotiation.

Even prepared to be rejected by Liu Xiaoli.

however.

"Okay, sure."

Liu Xiaoli lay back in his arms, snuggling closer in a comfortable position, her tone indifferent.

"..."

Yu Le's well-prepared words were instantly choked in her throat.

He looked at the woman in his arms in disbelief, and even reached out to touch her forehead.

"You don't have a fever."

Yu Le looked completely bewildered. "Teacher Liu, did you hear what I just said? I said I wanted to change my nationality back! Aren't you going to ask why? Aren't you going to argue with me?"

Liu Xiaoli was amused by his exaggerated reaction.

She slapped Yu Le's hand away, rolled her eyes elegantly, and exuded charm.

"I'm not deaf."

"Then why did you agree so readily?"

Yu Le felt insulted. "You must have suffered a lot to get this identity back then, right?"

"He suffered a lot."

Liu Xiaoli sighed, her gaze becoming somewhat distant.

"Back then in New York, I was a complete stranger in the city, with a child, and I was worried about being deported when my visa expired. In order for Sisi to attend a public school there, to prevent her from being bullied, and for the so-called 'future,' I really risked my life to get that status."

She paused, then looked up, her gaze fixed intently on Yu Le.

"But that was before."

"At that time, I was all alone. I had no one to rely on. I could only give Xixi a pitiful sense of security with that piece of paper."

"But things are different now."

Liu Xiaoli reached out and cupped Yu Le's face, gently stroking his stubble-covered chin with her fingertips.

"Now I have you."

"You're much more useful than that piece of paper."

That's too blunt and too cheesy.

It strikes straight to the soul.

Yu Le felt as if his heart had been hit hard by something, and that tingling sensation spread through his blood vessels to his limbs and bones.

This woman.

She usually seems aloof and arrogant, but when it really matters, her sweet talk skills are off the charts!

"and……"

A sly smile curled at the corner of Liu Xiaoli's lips, like a little fox who had just succeeded in her scheme.

"Although you may seem lazy and like a lazy bum, I know you never do anything that doesn't make you money."

"Since you've brought up the idea of ​​turning back, you must have your reasons."

These words felt like a cup of warm honey water had been poured into Yu Le's heart, warm and sweet, with a slight sourness.

This feeling of being completely relied upon and unconditionally trusted is more intoxicating than earning a hundred million.

"OK."

Yu Le took a deep breath, hugged the woman in his arms even tighter, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

"Since Comrade Liu trusts me so much, I'll take care of it."

"But let me make this clear from the start, this is not an easy matter to handle."

"We can't be lazy."

Yu Le wasn't joking.

In this era, Chinese citizenship is notoriously difficult to obtain, or rather, once you leave, you can forget about coming back in.

Although the official requirements for restoring citizenship are only four points on the surface:

1. He once held Chinese citizenship.

2. There are legitimate reasons, including: immediate family members residing in China are Chinese citizens, they have long-term employment in China, they have made special contributions to China, etc.

3. You must promise to voluntarily renounce your foreign citizenship.

4. No criminal record, no behavior that endangers the national security of China, etc.

In theory, both mother and daughter should be eligible, but the approval process is highly subjective and takes a long time.

Therefore, regaining citizenship is still quite difficult.

But Yu Le wasn't in a hurry. After all, there was still plenty of time. If one year didn't work, he could try two, and if two years didn't work, he could try five. He would eventually succeed.

"Alright, alright, stop thinking about those worries and go to sleep."

Liu Xiaoli suddenly rolled over and climbed onto Yu Le, looking down at him.

Under the dim light, her eyes were alluring, and the bra strap slipped down her smooth, jade-like shoulder.

"Student Yu, it's tutoring time now..."

Who can stand this!

If Yu Le can still tolerate it, then he can go report to the temple next door tomorrow.