Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

After confirming their relationship, Lin Yi took Dai Meng to a clothing store.

This clothing store is not large, but it is exquisitely decorated. Several handmade cheongsams are displayed in the window, with fine stitches and exquisite fabrics.

The still-attractive proprietress in the shop saw Lin Yi push open the door and glanced at his well-tailored suit before immediately coming forward to greet him obsequiously.

"Sir, what kind of clothes are you looking to buy?"

"I'm planning to buy some clothes for my wife. Do you have any cheongsams or dresses?" Lin Yi asked.

The proprietress was clearly worldly-wise; she glanced at Dai Meng standing behind Lin Yi—

The girl was wearing a faded floral print blouse and her cloth shoes were almost worn out; she was clearly from an ordinary background.

But her delicate face made the proprietress sigh inwardly: another lucky woman who turned a chicken into a phoenix.

However, she had to admit that the girl was indeed very beautiful; her face was like that of a female celebrity who had stepped out of a magazine. No wonder this gentleman had taken a liking to her.

"This way, madam. I'll take your measurements myself."

The proprietress diligently took Dai Meng's measurements herself and then wrote them down in a small notebook next to her.

After taking her measurements, she called over a shop assistant and asked him to bring out several cheongsams and dresses of the corresponding size and color, and hang them on the clothes rack next to her for Dai Meng to choose from.

Lin Yi sat on the armchair in the store, crossed her legs, and watched Dai Meng pick and choose in front of the clothes rack.

Her taste was quite good; she didn't choose those bright, colorful dresses, but instead hesitated between light red and sky blue cheongsams and two dresses, one black and one white.

"Take all of these." Lin Yi made the decision for her directly.

When Dai Meng walked out of the fitting room wearing a red cheongsam and a pair of newly bought high heels, her entire image and temperament were elevated several levels.

The cheongsam was light red, with a perfectly fitted waistline that accentuated her slender figure and full curves.

The shop assistants were all stunned.

The proprietress stood behind the counter, a professional smile still on her lips, but a barely perceptible hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes.

Dai Meng stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at her refreshed self in the mirror, and a bright smile slowly curved her lips.

The woman in the mirror was wearing a red cheongsam, her lips were naturally rosy, and her skin glowed white against the red silk. Her entire demeanor had changed.

She wasn't happy about the new clothes; she was happy because this beauty would give her an advantage in the competition for Lin Yi.

She only has this one weapon now, so she must hone it to its sharpest edge.

"Let's go."

Lin Yi put his arm around her slender waist and left the clothing store.

Naturally, Dai Meng carried the clothes herself. Lin Yi wasn't some kind of handbag carrier; did he expect a grown man like him to carry the bags himself?

"Shall we go home now?"

Dai Meng nestled in his arms and asked. The silk fabric of the cheongsam was smooth, making a slight rubbing sound against Lin Yi's suit.

"Let's go eat something first, I think you're hungry too."

As soon as Lin Yi finished speaking, Dai Meng's stomach rumbled.

Her face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head somewhat embarrassed.

She was indeed hungry. She hadn't eaten anything for almost a day, since last night.

The two found a tea restaurant and ordered half a roast goose and two bowls of wonton noodles.

The roast goose has crispy skin and tender meat. It is sliced ​​thinly and arranged on a plate, served with a dish of plum sauce.

Dai Meng sat down in a booth at the tea restaurant, placed her chopsticks horizontally between her thumb and forefinger, clasped her hands together, and said in a very soft voice, "I'm starting to eat."

Then he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat in small bites.

Lin Yi was taken aback by her actions. The words "I'm starting to eat," along with the gesture of putting her hands together, were clearly a Japanese pre-meal greeting.

He asked, "How come you know this Japanese pre-meal etiquette? Are you Japanese?"

Dai Meng quickly put down her chopsticks and shook her head: "I'm not Japanese, I'm Chinese. My father told me before that he fled from Ryukyu."

Some customs in Ryukyu are similar to those in Japan. My Ryukyu name is Aoyama Chikako, but I've never used it.

My father told me since I was a child that Ryukyu has been a tributary state of China since ancient times.

Our ancestors migrated to Ryukyu during the Hongwu era along with thirty-six families from Fujian, so we are Chinese, not Japanese.

"I see."

After listening, Lin Yi nodded slightly, and her opinion of Dai Meng rose another notch.

Ryukyu was colonized by the Japanese for more than 60 years, and many young people in Ryukyu were forced to learn Japanese, change their surnames to Japanese, and practice Japanese etiquette.

But Dai Meng's father was able to keep telling his daughter "you are Chinese" in this environment, and this persistence itself is very commendable.

What's remarkable is that Dai Meng herself acknowledges this identity, not just in words, but in the natural tone she uses when she says, "I am also Chinese."

She is right. Ryukyu has indeed been a tributary state of China since ancient times, paying tribute for more than 400 years, and receiving investiture from the King of Ryukyu during the Ming and Qing dynasties.

"The Ryukyuans..."

Lin Yi leaned back in the booth chair, looking at Dai Meng's face with its exotic features, and suddenly smiled.

No wonder she always has an indescribable Japanese charm—she's not Japanese, but she's more like one.

That's great, from now on Ryukyu's territory will be under someone's control.

Dai Meng is both a Chinese and a Ryukyuan, so it is perfectly legitimate for her to manage Ryukyu, and there is no fault in it from any angle.

After eating, Lin Yi hailed a Dodge taxi.

Taxis already existed on Hong Kong Island at that time, but they didn't have meters installed, so fares were negotiated, and you had to agree on the price with the driver before getting in.

Lin Yi negotiated a fare of one Hong Kong dollar with the driver, helped Dai Meng into the back seat, and drove towards Kowloon Tong.

After returning home, the difficulties Dai Meng had imagined did not occur.

Both Michelin and Qingqing were very friendly to her, which made her feel a little overwhelmed for a moment.

She had prepared herself to be treated coldly, but the two women in front of her, one gentle and tolerant, the other innocent and carefree, showed none of the hostility she had imagined.

If it were her, she wouldn't be able to treat the later woman so calmly—let alone calmly, she would probably just kick her out of the house.

At that moment, her hostility towards the two women lessened considerably.

In the evening, Michelin even hosted a small welcome dinner for Dai Meng.

During the meal, she sat to Lin Yi's left and Dai Meng to her right. Michelle served Dai Meng food several times and asked her softly who else was in her family, what she liked to eat, and what dietary restrictions she had.

She exudes the demeanor of a mature woman.

Dai Meng held her bowl, looking at the piece of braised pork that Michelin had given her. She remained silent for a while before whispering, "Thank you, Sister Lian."

After the welcome dinner, Dai Meng found Lin Yi, pulled him to a corner of the living room, and whispered, "Didn't you say there were three? Where's the last one?"

"Her name is Ren Tingting. She went out for training a few days ago," Lin Yi replied casually, her tone somewhat nonchalant.

"Are you sure?" Dai Meng looked at Lin Yi with surprise.

Lin Yi couldn't help but laugh when she saw her surprised and confused expression.

"We are not ordinary people, you'll find out soon enough."

After saying that, he waved to Uncle Shou who was waiting beside him, "Uncle Shou, go and deal with that guy from Fuxing Society, what's his name, Luo Dapao?"

"Yes, sir."

Uncle Shou responded.

Then, to Dai Meng's horrified gaze, his body transformed into a black shadow and vanished before her eyes...