Midsummer.

Huadu.

Bustling streets.

During the Tang Dynasty, Yi sat on a clean stone curb, propping her chin with one hand and sighing deeply. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

A jade-carved cutie stood beside him. His name was Tang Xiaoyou, a four-year-old son.

...the same style of gray worn-out improved daopao, the same style of reed woven straw hat....

She was carrying a gray little duckling backpack on her back.

Oh!

Another deep sigh echoed through the air.

"My darling son, how are you doing!"

It has been eighteen hours since Li Tangchu ate the last bucket of instant noodles, and she felt that if she didn't eat soon, she would be in danger of becoming seriously ill.

It's all the master's fault. He said that after sixteen years, I could finally leave and become a complete disciple. Three days ago, without even saying goodbye, he just threw my luggage down the mountain.

Just go down the mountain then. Other people's closed-door disciples all have their masters giving them money, treasures, and pills to save their lives.

Master is doing well, has not received all the property, and still relies on the help of senior brothers and sisters.

One as pitiful as grass, with a son as small as a wolf pup, eats feces?

Tang Xiaoyou shook his head helplessly and pulled out two orange-flavored lollipops from his bag.

"This is all the food I have left, here's some for you! After you finish this, go back to Grandma and tell her that you're going to marry Uncle Cheng. I think he's a decent man, he wouldn't mistreat you."

As misfortune would have it, heavy rain fell that night, forcing me to flee down the mountain with my master's reprimand. To add insult to injury, my mother insisted on finding me a husband.

During the Tang Dynasty, Yi couldn't wait to tear open the candy paper and put the candy in. The sweet and sour taste rekindled the dying spirits.

"I refuse to get married, and I certainly won't marry anyone! At only twenty-three years old, having you as a burden is already enough. There's no way in hell I'm going to find another one."

He's at least obedient, acting as a personal fan in the summer and a hand warmer in the winter, practically like a portable air conditioner.

Find a big oil drum, and it's a different story. It gives you control over everything, but it also makes you vulnerable. One wrong move, and you could end up burnt to a crisp.

It wouldn't make sense for someone so young to marry and jump into a grave.

Tang Xiaoyou helplessly rolled her eyes, "Fine, you're mad. In an hour if this young master still can't eat, I quit."

"You!?"

"Don't blame me for not being loyal, you're capable enough to live without it. But I'm still growing."

At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, Yiqi was so angry that she clenched her fists. Suddenly, she noticed two large screens hanging above the opposite storefront, each playing a different picture of stunningly handsome men.

On one side is the popular movie emperor Ji Liang Han, who looks thirty despite being over forty. His piercing eyes can captivate everyone, and his smile drives people mad with infatuation.

On the right is Zhan Jingxi, a formidable figure in the business world. He's cold and ruthless, decisive and cutting. At just twenty-two years old, he took over Di Jie Group, transforming it into the leading company in the country within five years. He also established branches worldwide, propelling the Zhan family to become Hua Du's top family.

Tang Xiaoyou followed his gaze and couldn't help but ask, "You wouldn't be interested in taking on these two men, would you?"

“Are there any options left? Your grandma has cut off all my ways to make money, even got the world’s best hacker to black out my computer.” He hated how pathetic he sounded. Why was he only the second-best in the world? “So, which is it? My dad or yours?”

Tang Xiaoyu puffed her cheeks and thought for two seconds, “Grandma said that if you have to choose between your dad and my dad, pick my dad.”

Anyway, since this girl is old enough to get married now, why not let her marry her own father? It's a good opportunity to bring them together.

"Alright, then let's go to the Dijia Tower now."

It's true, Zhanjing Xi is Tang Xiaoyu's biological father, and Ji Liang Han is Tang Chuyi's biological father. Coincidentally, these two men are both unaware that they have children outside of their families.

The mother and child spent more than an hour walking to the DiJi Tower, arriving sweaty and exhausted.

Just as I was about to go in and get some air conditioning, a security guard stopped me. "I'm sorry, but begging isn't allowed here. Please stay fifty meters away from the gate."