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Xiao Rou held the card in her hand and watched Mrs. Xiao’s distant figure, unable to help but smile.

This is her father. They might have different perspectives, and he could sometimes be overly domineering, but deep inside, he just wanted her to live a stable life.

What they wanted was for her to be happy and comfortable.

Xiao Rou smiled and returned home, placing the bank card into a delicate little box.

This box contained some especially memorable items from her childhood to adulthood.

Money, small trinkets, miscellaneous items – it had it all. Now, there was a bank card added to it.

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The milk tea shop’s business was far better than Xiao Rou had anticipated. Although it had only been open for a week, the revenue from this week was already better than Xiao Rou’s best expectations.

"Rourou, see, we actually have some extra space here. I think we could install an oven and make some pastries like egg tarts. What do you think?"

After a week since the milk tea shop opened, Xu Qingqing had come up with a new idea. Xiao Rou’s motivation to open the shop was mostly to fulfill a childhood dream; she didn’t have grand plans like opening a chain or diversifying. She didn’t grasp that concept.

But things had progressed to this point, and many things felt like they were being pushed to happen. The blueprint Xiao Rou originally lacked was gradually becoming visible.

And Xu Qingqing, being more of a practical person, had directly presented her requests.

Honestly, for this small milk tea shop, funds were indeed abundant. Xiao Rou’s own savings weren’t a lot, but the initial investment for such a small shop wasn’t huge, especially since the rent was solely handled by Zhou Chengchen.

The major expenses were covered, and the remaining investments weren’t significant. Xu Qingqing initially was just contributing effort, but later invested quite a bit too.

Now wanting to add pastries to the business was truly a piece of cake.

Xiao Rou thought about it and knew Xu Qingqing had the skills, so she nodded, "I think it’s a good idea."

"Then it’s settled. I’ll contact someone to measure dimensions on Saturday. We need a custom-made oven; you probably can’t find one on the market ready-made."

"Okay, thank you. I have something on Saturday."

"You handle your stuff; leave this to me."

Xu Qingqing waved heartily, showing her full enthusiasm.

Saturday quickly arrived, and Xiao Rou still went to the milk tea shop at noon. Weekends were actually their busiest time because there were training schools on both sides, and the student numbers doubled on weekends.

But Xiao Rou didn’t forget Zhou Qi’s match. Busy until three in the afternoon, Xiao Rou returned to the apartment, took a shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and stood in front of her wardrobe, looking at the clothes inside. Xiao Rou pouted.

The weather had cooled, and she couldn’t wear her beautiful dresses anymore.

Her fingers skimmed over piece after piece, and Xiao Rou discovered she seemed to have nothing to wear.

This was a feeling she had never experienced before.

Unlike Zhou Chengchen’s wealthy friends, Xiao Rou actually had plenty of clothes, but now she truly felt as if she had nothing to wear.

She took out two outfits and tried them on but wasn’t very satisfied; Xiao Rou pressed her lips, suddenly remembered something, and took out a large box from the top of the wardrobe. Opening it revealed a set of this year’s new autumn collection from a famous brand.

This was a gift from Zhou Chengchen when he returned from the United Kingdom.

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