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January 30th, the 1th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Beijing experienced its heaviest snowfall since the start of winter.

It started snowing at dawn and showed no sign of stopping by eight o'clock in the morning. The rooftops and driveways of the entire villa area in the capital were covered with snow, and the bare branches of the ginkgo trees in the yard were covered with snow frost, looking like a traditional Chinese ink painting from a distance.

Yang Rong and Liu Yan's two nanny vans were parked side by side in front of the villa.

The assistants were stuffing suitcases into the trunk. Yang Rong's assistant was also holding a bulging diaper bag, with bottles, formula, diapers, and changes of baby clothes neatly packed into waterproof storage bags.

Zhao Ning was wrapped in a white down jacket, and a thick scarf was wrapped around the outside of the down jacket. She was round and chubby, and from a distance she looked like a little snowball with legs.

She nestled in Yang Rong's arms, pointing with her little finger at the snow-covered trees in the yard, calling out "Flower Flower".

"That's not flowers, that's snow."

Yang Rong kissed her on the cheek, then tightened the hood of her daughter's down jacket.

Jingchen, on the other hand, was much quieter.

He was being held by Liu Yan, wearing a blue woolen hat with a fluffy ball on top that swayed as Liu Yan walked.

He nestled on his mother's shoulder, his eyes fixed on the snowflakes falling from the sky, his little mouth slightly open as if he wanted to catch them with his mouth.

Fu Yibai stood at the door, wearing a down jacket over his coat, his breath condensing into a cloud of mist in front of his face.

After saying goodbye to Fu Yibai, the two women took the child and got into the car.

Two vans drove out of the villa area gate one after the other, their wheels crunching over the snow.

Fu Yibai stood at the door watching the car turn the corner, and only turned and went inside when the taillights disappeared into the snow.

The room became much quieter at once.

Fan Binbin and Li Dabai were on the living room sofa, studying a pregnancy cookbook to figure out what to eat for lunch. Wang Ou sat cross-legged on the single sofa next to them, wrapped in a blanket, holding a glass of lemonade.

"They've all left?"

"I'm gone."

"With Zhao Ning and Jing Chen gone, this house is really less lively."

On February 1st, Wang Ou, Yang Mi, and Tang Yan also prepared to go home for the Chinese New Year.

Tang Yan hugged Fu Yibai.

"I'll be back on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year."

Yang Mi also hugged him.

"I might be a little later, because I have a lot of relatives this year, probably around the seventh or eighth day of the Lunar New Year."

Don't miss me too much.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Wang Ou stood to the side, and seeing that she didn't react much, Fu Yibai took the initiative to hug her and kiss her.

"Be careful on the road."

"Um."

Wang Ou nodded.

The three women pulled their suitcases out the door.

Outside the door, three nanny vans had been waiting for a long time. Fu Yibai stood at the door and watched the cars drive out of sight before turning around and going inside.

February 9th, the 2th day of the twelfth lunar month, Lunar New Year's Eve.

It started snowing sporadically in Beijing in the morning, and by the afternoon the ground was covered with a thin layer of white.

The property management company of the villa area in the capital had hung red lanterns on both sides of each driveway in advance. The lanterns shone with a warm light in the snow and looked like two rows of candied hawthorns hanging in mid-air from a distance.

Fu Yibai stood at the entrance of the villa, wearing a down jacket over his coat, his breath condensing into a cloud of mist in front of his face.

He had just returned from putting up Spring Festival couplets in the garage when Fan Binbin was standing in the entryway, supporting his back.

"It's cold at the door, why are you standing here?"

Fu Yibai quickly closed the door and helped her to sit down on the sofa.

When are your aunt and uncle coming?

Fan Binbin asked after sitting down.

"It'll be soon, they live close by."

Fu Jianlin and Li Hui arrived in Beijing at 10 a.m., and Fu Yibai personally drove to pick them up.

Fan Binbin's parents and younger brother arrived at 2 PM.

Although Fan Chengcheng is only thirteen years old, she is already over 1.7 meters tall, with brown curly hair and a pair of black earrings. She exudes a youthful exuberance.

Li Dabai's parents arrived last, not getting in until 4 p.m.

When Li's mother saw her daughter's swollen belly, her eyes welled up with tears.

After the three sets of parents met, there was no big argument as Fu Yibai had imagined.

Li Dabai and Fan Binbin's family members were very restrained; they were indeed subdued by the two women.

As usual, Fu Yibai showed off the trust fund he had prepared for the two women, reassuring their parents that they could entrust them to him.

At five o'clock in the evening, the three mothers began to work together to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner, and the kitchen was filled with a harmonious scene.

The three fathers sat in the living room, discussing topics such as work, news, and national affairs.

Fan Chengcheng couldn't stay still, so Fu Yi, a white-collar worker, took her to the e-sports room.

To build a good relationship with his brother-in-law, Fu Yibai played League of Legends with him for several hours.

After the game ended, Fan Chengcheng began to affectionately call Fu Yibai "brother-in-law".

At 9:30 p.m., the New Year's Eve dinner was served.

The elders from the three families, plus Fu Yibai, Fan Binbin, Li Dabai, and Fan Chengcheng, make a total of ten people.

The long table in the restaurant was covered with a dark red tablecloth. Fan's father took out two bottles of Fenjiu liquor from his suitcase. Fu Jianlin glanced at the label and said, "Good liquor."

The atmosphere at the New Year's Eve dinner was more peaceful than Fu Yibai had expected. No one slammed their fist on the table, no one wore a cold expression, and not even a single sarcastic remark was made.

"Brother-in-law."

Fan Chengcheng, who was sitting next to Fu Yibai, quietly moved closer.

He kept his voice very low, afraid that others would hear him.

"Um?"

"I need to tell you something, and you need to help me make a decision."

Fan Chengcheng glanced at Fan Binbin to make sure his sister was talking to their mother before continuing.

"I want to go to South Korea to participate in the trainee selection."

But my sister disagrees. Could you help me persuade her?

Fu Yibai picked up his wine glass and took a sip, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Fan Binbin, who was talking to Fan's mother.

Why do you want to go to South Korea to become a trainee?

Being a trainee isn't easy. You train for over ten hours a day, your meals and water are monitored, and you have to hand over your phone. Can you handle that?

"I can handle it!"

Fan Chengcheng was so excited that she forgot to suppress her voice.

Fan Binbin had just finished his conversation with his mother and turned around, his gaze landing precisely on Fan Chengcheng.

"What are you two whispering about? What can you possibly stand?"

Fan Binbin put down his chopsticks and glanced back and forth between Fu Yibai and Fan Chengcheng.

"Chengcheng, are you talking about South Korea with your brother-in-law again?"

Fan Chengcheng shrank her neck slightly, but quickly straightened her back.

"Sister, I'm serious."

I've been practicing dance by following online videos for the past few months.

"You call practicing dance after only a few days?"

Fan Binbin interrupted him, her tone not harsh, but still quite impolite.

"Last year you said you wanted to learn guitar, but after buying it and playing it for less than a week, it was left to gather dust in a corner."

Two years ago you said you wanted to learn to paint, so you bought a bunch of drawing boards and paints, but after three days you complained that sketching was too boring.

And the year before last—”

"I was still young then!"

Fan Chengcheng's face turned red, and he gripped the chopsticks so tightly they made a cracking sound.

"I'm thirteen now, and I know what I want."