After finishing the call with Lin Zhengran, Little He Qing, still buzzing with excitement, climbed out of bed in her pink strawberry-patterned pajamas.


    She carefully cracked open her bedroom door, peeking out. The living room was quiet, but from the kitchen, she could hear her mother making breakfast—boiling noodles.


    Swallowing nervously, He Qing tiptoed out, moving so silently that her mother jumped when she appeared.


    He Qing blinked innocently.


    Her mother sighed.


    He Qing hesitated.


    her mother asked, eyeing her daughter suspiciously.


    He Qing gave a sheepish grin, fidgeting with her fingers.


    Her mother narrowed her eyes. She knew her daughter all too well. The moment He Qing smiled like that, she could guess exactly what was coming.


    These days, many parents worried about their daughters not finding a boyfriend after graduation. Especially if their daughters were introverted and not fond of socializing.


    But He Qing’s mother never had that concern.


    She had known for years that her daughter’s heart had already been stolen—by a certain boy.


    Despite being shy and not making many friends, He Qing had always been devoted to someone since childhood.


    Her daughter fluttered her innocent apricot eyes and said softly,  S~ea??h the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Her mother frowned slightly.


    He Qing bit her lip, murmuring under her breath,


    Her mother rolled her eyes.


    He Qing stuck out her tongue playfully.


    she thought to herself.


    Her mother exhaled, used to this by now.


    He Qing protested immediately.


    He Qing’s mother turned off the stove and walked into her daughter’s room.


    Sure enough, when He Qing pulled out her suitcase, it was stuffed full.


    Her mother bent down, patting the overfilled luggage.


    He Qing admitted in a small voice.


    Her mother could only sigh, exasperated.


    Even though He Qing was timid, her expression was unwavering, full of determination.


    Hands on her hips, her mother locked eyes with her daughter for a moment before relenting.


    He Qing lit up.


    She even kissed her mother’s cheek before pulling out an outfit she had picked out the night before—a gray pleated skirt and a white long-sleeved top.


    Her mother chuckled and shook her head before heading back to the kitchen.


    Meanwhile, He Qing quickly changed into her outfit, combing her freshly washed hair into a neat ponytail. She always liked swishing her head after tying it up, making the ponytail bounce.


    Slipping on her shoes, she peeked out again. Seeing her mom busy serving noodles, He Qing quickly closed her bedroom door.


    Blushing, she hurried to her wardrobe and opened a hidden box in the corner.


    Inside were two pairs of white stockings.


    She had never worn stockings before but had seen an ad while online shopping two days ago.


    Would Lin Zhengran like them?


    Curious, she had asked the customer service chat:


    The customer service rep, clearly used to such questions, responded,


    Then, they sent her a link… to a very different type of stockings.


    He Qing’s face had gone bright red.


    And yet… after thinking for a moment, she had switched stores and secretly ordered one pair of those "special" stockings—just in case.


    Now, in her hands were two pairs: one normal, one… not-so-normal.


    She had deliberately not packed them last night in case her mother checked her suitcase. That would have been way too embarrassing.


    Now, she carefully tucked them into the hidden corners of her luggage.


    Once that was done, she headed to her grandmother’s room and knocked.


    Her grandmother, already up and getting dressed, looked at her in surprise.


    She ran over and gave her grandma a quick kiss before rushing out with her suitcase.


    Her mother, setting a bowl of noodles on the table, sighed.


    He Qing blinked.


    Her mother had no choice but to walk her to the door.


    As He Qing waved and smiled, pulling her suitcase along, her mother couldn’t help but ask,


    He Qing grinned.


    Her mother, reading her daughter’s expression, wasn’t entirely convinced. But she just patted He Qing’s head.


    Blushing, He Qing nodded.


    After saying goodbye, she walked off with her suitcase, sending a message to Lin Zhengran.