A life of financial freedom

"Hold on."

Just then, a bartender ran over and spoke to the baseball cap man in English. The baseball cap man didn't listen at all and the two started arguing loudly, even to the point where the baseball cap man grabbed the bartender's neck.

At that moment, Yu Jun and Wang Dachui arrived. Chu Fang gave them a look, and the two immediately surrounded the baseball cap man. He immediately cowered and ran away in a panic, leaving behind threats as he fled.

"Mr. Chu, we apologize for being late," Yu Jun said.

To avoid disturbing Chu Fang's and Zhong Tingyue's alone time, they had stayed far away, which is why they were a little late.

Chu Fang waved his hand, indicating it was okay.

"You guys are Chinese, right?" Only now did Chu Fang realize that the bartender was an Asian girl in her twenties, speaking fluent Mandarin.

"You're also Chinese?" Zhong Tingyue raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not," the bartender shook her head. "I'm American."

After a pause, she looked happy. "It's nice to meet you. My name is 'Zhou Yidan'. Let me buy you both a drink."

This Chinese-American girl was very enthusiastic, offering them drinks and even neglecting her work to chat with Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue, asking about the current changes and life in China.

From their conversation, they learned that Zhou Yidan was of Chinese descent. Her ancestors had immigrated to the United States during the war in the last century and settled there.

"How is life in the motherland now?" Zhou Yidan asked.

"Well... it has changed a lot."

"Good, that's great," Zhou Yidan said with a sincere smile.

"You seem to particularly like China?" Chu Fang asked.

He already had a stereotype of these Chinese-Americans and overseas Chinese. In his opinion, these people were not good. It was already good if they didn't start cursing after immigrating, but this girl was actually full of longing for China.

Zhou Yidan sighed. "If I had the chance, I wish I was born in China."

"Maybe it's not as good as you think," Zhong Tingyue said. "The United States is still a developed country with a high standard of living."

"High? I don't think so," Zhou Yidan shook her head. "We all earn and spend our own country's currency. To be honest, I'm currently working two jobs just to make ends meet."

"Moreover, this country is too ruthless. Skin color determines everything. We yellow-skinned people are ultimately the lowest class, and can only be bullied..."

Chu Fang breathed a long sigh.

Foreign countries cannot accommodate their souls, yet they cannot return to their homeland. This is perhaps the best portrayal of those who have immigrated.

The three chatted for a long time. Most of the time, Zhou Yidan asked them about the changes in China, and they answered one by one. Zhou Yidan was genuinely happy to hear about the positive changes in China.

It wasn't until late at night that Zhou Yidan came to her senses. "It's so late. I'm sorry for taking up your time. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, it was nice meeting you," Zhong Tingyue shook her head.

They parted ways. Watching Chu Fang's car disappear into the traffic, Zhou Yidan slowly retracted her gaze, then looked at the night sky. "Motherland? When can I go back? Maybe I'll never be able to return."

Zhou Yidan was in a complicated mood, with a kind of unspeakable loneliness, but she quickly composed herself and said in a brisk tone, "I met two Chinese people today and learned about the changes in the motherland. I'll tell Grandma, she will be very happy."

... ...

Chu Fang and the others returned to the hotel. Back in their room, Chu Fang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the bustling city.

"Sigh!" He sighed deeply.

"Still thinking about what happened tonight?" Zhong Tingyue came out after taking a shower, drying her hair.

"Yeah," Chu Fang took the hair dryer and started drying Zhong Tingyue's wet hair. The whole room was immediately filled with a faint fragrance.

Zhong Tingyue used a very simple shampoo, but her hair could emit a different kind of scent.

"Mr. Chu, have you ever thought about immigrating?" Zhong Tingyue leaned on Chu Fang, squinting slightly.

"Not really."

"Not even a single thought?"

"No," Chu Fang shook his head. "I'm used to that land, the food, the life, the customs, the communication. I don't think I can ever leave in this lifetime."

He couldn't say that the land was very good, very perfect, but for him, that land was the most suitable and the happiest.

Chu Fang lowered his head and kissed her lips. "Ms. Zhong, do you want to immigrate?"

"Yes."

"Huh?"

Zhong Tingyue narrowed her eyes into a slit. "I want to immigrate into Mr. Chu's heart."

"Eww~~~, Ms. Zhong, you're so gross."

The two simply took a shower and then fell asleep in each other's arms.

When they woke up, it was already dawn. The sunlight shone through the glass and into the entire room.

Chu Fang rubbed his eyes, sat up, and stared blankly at the sunlight.

One bad thing about the houses foreigners make is that they have large floor-to-ceiling windows that almost fill the walls. The sunlight fills the room, making people dizzy.

"Mr. Chu, you're awake."

"Do you believe I'm still dreaming?"

"What are you dreaming about?"

"Seafood!"

"Get out of here!" Zhong Tingyue kicked her husband. "Get up quickly, we're going to see the shortlisted design works."

"Sigh!"