The next morning, Yu Le walked out of the bedroom, leaning against the wall.

Last night's tutoring session went a bit beyond the curriculum.

However, the teacher is also having a tough time, as she is diligently preparing lessons in her bedroom.

As soon as she peeked out, I saw Liu Qianqian with messy, unkempt hair, hunched over the dining table, struggling with a runny poached egg on her plate.

Seeing Yu Le come out, the little girl, her mouth full, mumbled, "Good morning..."

Yu Le poured her a glass of milk.

"You don't have class this afternoon, right?" Yu Le pulled out a chair and sat down.

"No regular classes," Liu Qianqian said, poking the yolk with a fork and watching the golden egg liquid flow out, "but I have vocal training this afternoon..."

"It's cancelled," Yu Le said succinctly.

Liu Qianqian's hands abruptly stopped, her eyes widening instantly, and she even threw down her fork: "Are we going to have a big meal?!"

Seeing the girl practically drooling, Yu Le rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Eat, eat, all you do is eat, you little glutton."

Yu Le curled her fingers and tapped them lightly on the table, her tone exuding an unquestionable air of "head of the household":

"Come with me this afternoon, along with your mother, we're going to take care of something important."

……

In the afternoon, in Beijing, at the Exit-Entry Administration Division of the Public Security Bureau.

In the solemn and dignified hall, people came and went, each with a look of either anxiety or anticipation on their face.

There was a peculiar smell in the air, a mixture of printer ink and old air conditioner.

Liu Qianqian hunched her shoulders and followed behind Yu Le, her big eyes darting around curiously and nervously.

She was dressed very sweetly today, in a white T-shirt and jeans, with no makeup, like an ordinary high school student who had accidentally wandered into the adult world.

"Yu Le, what are we doing here?" She tugged at Yu Le's sleeve softly. "I...I haven't done anything wrong, have I?"

Yu Le was amused by her words.

"You've committed a grave offense." Without turning his head, he lowered his voice, "You stole the hearts of all the young men in the country; you deserve to die!"

"You're so annoying!" Liu Qianqian blushed and punched him on the back with the force of a kitten tickling her.

Liu Xiaoli, walking on the other side, was calm and composed. She was dressed in a well-fitting suit and carrying a thick kraft paper document bag. Her elegant demeanor was out of place with her surroundings.

She simply walked quietly, leaving everything to the man beside her.

The three of them arrived at a window that read "Nationality Affairs".

Behind the window sat a middle-aged woman wearing reading glasses, her hair neatly combed, her expression so serious she could have been filming a propaganda video for the Discipline Inspection Commission.

"What kind of business do you need?" the older woman asked, adjusting her glasses in a businesslike manner.

Yu Le took the file folder from Liu Xiaoli and handed it through the window. "Applying for restoration of nationality."

The older woman paused for a moment, then looked up, her eyes behind her glasses scanning the three of them.

When she saw Liu Xiaoli and Liu Qianqian's two faces, which were almost identical and excessively superior, her expression softened slightly.

"Restore nationality?" she repeated, seemingly incredulous.

These days, she's seen plenty of people crying and begging to give up their citizenship to leave, but those who actively want to come back are truly rare.

"Have you brought all your documents?"

"All done."

The older sister took the file bag and began to review it page by page.

Birth certificate, old household registration cancellation certificate, notarized kinship certificate, letter of intent to reside in China for a long period of time...

The materials were prepared perfectly, and each one fit together seamlessly.

The older sister reviewed the applications for a full ten minutes before finally taking out two application forms from the drawer.

"Fill this in, and write clearly."

Yu Le took the pen, quickly filled in the basic information, and then handed it to the mother and daughter to sign.

Liu Qianqian held the pen, looking at the "Nationality" column, her little hand trembling slightly.

She looked up at Yu Le, then at her mother, and finally took a deep breath and carefully signed her name.

Liu Xiaoli, on the other hand, was much more decisive, her movements fluid and graceful, completed in one go.

The older woman took back the form, stamped it with a red "Accepted" seal, and then handed the receipt out the window.

"Alright, we've received the materials. Go back and wait for our notification." She paused, then added, "This process is lengthy and the review is rigorous. It could take as little as six months, but it's hard to say how long it could take."

"Thank you." Yu Le put away the receipt and nodded politely.

After finishing their business, the three of them walked out of the oppressive hall, where the sunlight was so bright it was hard to open their eyes.

Liu Qianqian let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if she had just come out of the examination room.

"That's... all?" She was still a little confused. "So we're Chinese citizens from now on?"

"Dream on." The three got into the car, and Yu Le said, "This is just the first step, a long journey just beginning. But the direction is right. From now on, you'll be a genuine domestic fairy, aren't you happy?"

Liu Qianqian didn't say anything, but turned her face to the window and looked at the rapidly receding street scene of Beijing.

In the reflection of the car window, her face was flushed, and the sweet smile on her lips betrayed all her thoughts at that moment.

For her, what kind of product it comes from doesn't matter, as long as she's Yu Le's little fairy!

The car drove smoothly on the Third Ring Road.

Yu Le was also planning his next move.

According to the original plan, once the studio had made enough money from selling songs, he planned to invest in and film "Chinese Paladin".

That's a royal flush.

Li Xiaoyao, Zhao Ling'er, Lin Yueru... if they were filmed, they would definitely be phenomenal hits.

It has to be said that Liu Qianqian's first four dramas were all top-tier productions.

He would like to invest in and adapt "The Return of the Condor Heroes" himself if possible, but given the close relationship between Jin Yong and Zhang Jizhong, the copyright would definitely not be given to him.

But now... his thoughts have changed.

His gaze inadvertently drifted to the rearview mirror, where he saw Liu Qianqian leaning against the window.

Sunlight streamed through the car window, casting a soft golden glow on her clean profile, which was framed by a ponytail. Her pure and innocent appearance, and the unintentional charm and beauty of her youthful innocence...

An idea popped into my head.

It was early May.

By June, as SARS gradually subsides, cinemas will gradually reopen.

Furthermore, Liu Qianqian already had a sizable fan base among students. If she were to make a film like "You Are the Apple of My Eye," it would be hard for it not to be a box office hit, and it would also perfectly launch Liu Qianqian's film career!

Small investment, short cycle, quick results!

Moreover, this film is practically tailor-made for Liu Qianqian!

That innocent look in her school uniform, that clean profile with her ponytail, that back view that haunted the dreams of every boy…

She doesn't need to act at all; just standing there, she is Shen Jiayi herself!

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