"hold, on".

Just then, a bartender ran over and tried to communicate with the man in the baseball cap in English. The man in the baseball cap didn't listen to the bartender at all, and the two started arguing loudly. The man in the baseball cap even grabbed the bartender.

At this moment, Yu Jun and Wang Dachui arrived. Chu Fang gave them a signal, and the two immediately surrounded the man in the baseball cap. The man in the baseball cap chickened out and ran away in a panic, leaving behind a threatening statement as he ran.

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

In order not to disturb Chu Fang's time alone, they kept a distance, which is why they arrived a little late.

Chu Fang waved his hand, indicating that everything was alright.

"You're Chinese, right?" Only now did Chu Fang realize that the bar waitress was an Asian woman in her early twenties who spoke fluent Mandarin.

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

“I’m not,” the bartender shook his head. “I’m American.”

She paused for a moment, then said with a happy expression, "It's a pleasure to meet you both. My name is Zhou Yidan. I'll treat you to drinks."

The Chinese woman was very hospitable, offering the two men drinks and even forgoing her work to chat with Chu Fang and his companion, inquiring about the changes and lives in China.

I learned from the conversation that Zhou Yidan is of Chinese descent. Her ancestors immigrated to the United States in the last century due to war and settled there.

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

"Hmm... ...the changes are significant."

"Okay, that's great." A genuine smile appeared on Zhou Yidan's face.

"You seem to have a particular fondness for China?" Chu Fang asked.

He had formed a stereotype about this group of Chinese immigrants. In his opinion, they were all bad people, and it was already good enough if they didn't curse them after immigrating. Yet this girl was full of longing for China.

Zhou Yidan sighed: "If I had the chance, I would like to be born in China."

“Maybe it’s not as good as you imagine,” Zhong Tingyue said. “After all, the United States is a developed country with a high standard of living.”

“Is it high? I don’t think so.” Zhou Yidan shook her head. “We all earn our own currency and spend it in our own country. To be honest, I’m working two jobs now, and I can barely make ends meet.”

"Moreover, this country is too ruthless; skin color determines everything. We yellow-skinned people are ultimately the lowest class, left only to be bullied..."

Chu Fang let out a long breath.

A foreign land cannot contain the soul, yet one cannot return to one's homeland—this is perhaps the best description of those who immigrate.

The three chatted for a long time, mostly with Zhou Yidan asking them about the changes in China, and they answered her questions one by one. Hearing about the positive changes in China, Zhou Yidan was genuinely happy.

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 nothing, it's nice to meet you." Zhong Tingyue shook her head.

The two parted ways. Watching Chu Fang's car disappear into the bustling traffic, Zhou Yidan slowly withdrew her gaze, then looked up at the night sky: "Motherland? When can I go back? Perhaps I will never be able to go back in my lifetime."

Zhou Yidan had mixed feelings and a sense of unspeakable loneliness, but she quickly composed herself and said in a light tone, "I met two Chinese people today and learned about the changes in our motherland. I'll tell Grandma, and she'll be very happy."

... ...

Chu Fang and his three companions returned to the hotel and went back to their room. Chu Fang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the bustling city.

"Sigh!" He let out a long sigh.

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

"Hmm." Chu Fang picked up the hairdryer and dried Ms. Zhong's wet hair, filling the room with a faint fragrance.

Zhong Tingyue uses a very simple shampoo, but her hair has a unique scent.

"Mr. Chu, have you considered immigrating again?" Zhong Tingyue leaned against Chu Fang, her eyes slightly narrowed.

No.

"Not a single thought."

“No.” Chu Fang shook his head. “I’m used to that land, the food, the lifestyle, the customs, the social interactions. I feel like I could never leave in my lifetime.”

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

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

"think."

"Um?"

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

"Ugh~~~, Ms. Zhong, you're disgusting."

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

When I woke up, it was already daylight, and the morning glow shone through the glass into the whole room.

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

One drawback of houses built by foreigners is the large floor-to-ceiling windows that almost cover the entire wall, flooding the room with sunlight and making it dazzling.

"Mr. Chu, you're up."

"Do you believe me? I'm still dreaming."

"What did you dream about?"

"seafood!"

"Get out of here!" Zhong Tingyue kicked her husband. "Get up now, we need to go see the shortlisted design works."

"well!"