Chapter Sixty-Five: Liu Xiaoli is Set to Bloom Anew

"Daddy, are we going to move in here, or are we going to keep living at the villa?"

Liu Yifei sat on a rattan chair in the courtyard, swinging her little feet leisurely.

Liu Xiaoli hesitated slightly upon hearing this.

After all, there was still a huge three-thousand-square-meter siheyuan in Houhai currently undergoing restoration!

Although the completion date was undecided, they would definitely move there eventually, and the environment there was much nicer than this place.

"If I had known better, we should have just bought that siheyuan in Houhai in the first place."

Liu Xiaoli gently patted Chen Siyuan.

"There's nothing to agonize over. Let's just come live here for a while first. If you like it, stay; if you don't, go back to the villa, and we'll move once the place in Houhai is fully restored!"

Chen Siyuan didn't mind at all. Worst case scenario, treating it as an investment was fine too.

A courtyard sharing a wall with the Forbidden City was a scarce resource indeed.

"Then we aren't moving?"

"Why wouldn't we move? We'll just buy everything brand new for this place! From then on, we can live wherever we want."

Since Chen Siyuan, the head of the household, had already made up his mind, what more was there for Liu Xiaoli to say? She would simply go on a shopping spree at the mall.

And so, the family of three immediately set out on a massive shopping expedition.

The biggest advantage of Beichizi Street was its convenience.

Just a few steps away was Wangfujing Street.

Chen Siyuan wasn't short on money, so as soon as they arrived at the destination, he started buying everything in sight.

At first, Liu Xiaoli still maintained a bit of refined taste, picking things out quite meticulously.

However, she was no match for the father-daughter duo, who were completely on the same wavelength.

Whenever they saw something they liked, they swept it right into the "shopping cart."

By the time Liu Xiaoli carefully selected one item, the father and daughter had already scooped up three sets.

"Don't the two of you even compare prices or quality?"

Liu Xiaoli looked at Chen Siyuan and Liu Yifei with a helpless expression.

Liu Yifei blinked and played innocent.

Chen Siyuan waved his hand dismissively. "As long as Xixi likes it!"

Liu Yifei immediately hugged Chen Siyuan's arm happily, flashing a proud, bright grin.

"Well, you two pick whatever you want then. I'm going to sit over there for a while."

Her throat feeling dry, Liu Xiaoli decided she needed to rest.

"Alright, we'll come find you in a bit!"

Knowing that Liu Yifei hadn't had her fill of shopping yet, Chen Siyuan continued leading his precious daughter to buy, buy, buy!

Liu Xiaoli shook her head and wandered around aimlessly.

As she strolled, she found herself standing in front of a dance training center.

Through the glass, she could see quite a few young girls practicing dance inside.

Liu Xiaoli suddenly found her feet unable to move.

Looking at those young girls practicing dance, Liu Xiaoli felt as though she were looking at her former self.

After watching for a moment, Liu Xiaoli furrowed her brows slightly.

This dance training center was large, with several dance studios, but the skill level of the dance instructors was truly mediocre.

Many of the methods they were teaching were entirely incorrect.

Under this kind of instruction, it was very likely that the young girls practicing dance would sustain injuries.

After all, the vast majority of the girls practicing inside right now were in their growth and developmental years.

In fact, there were quite a few cases in society where young girls suffered paralysis due to improper dance training.

It was just that not many people paid attention to it at the time.

Most people would simply assume it was due to personal physical reasons.

Liu Xiaoli desperately wanted to walk right in and correct that dance instructor's posture.

However, Liu Xiaoli wasn't a hot-blooded, righteous youth after all.

When Chen Siyuan and Liu Yifei finished their massive shopping spree and found Liu Xiaoli, they saw her standing in a daze outside the dance studio.

She looked just like the parent of a child taking dance lessons there.

Because of her striking temperament, passersby frequently turned back to look at her.

Yet Liu Xiaoli remained completely unaware.

Chen Siyuan frowned slightly, stepped forward, and gently embraced Liu Xiaoli. "What's wrong? Why do you seem a bit unhappy?"

"Mom, are you mad that Daddy and I bought too much?"

Liu Yifei also felt a little nervous.

Liu Xiaoli shook her head, pulled Chen Siyuan over to sit down somewhere else—after all, some things weren't meant for everyone to hear.

Liu Xiaoli told Chen Siyuan what she had just seen and thought.

"Siyuan, there really are still so many young girls who love dancing!"

Liu Xiaoli spoke these words while looking directly into Chen Siyuan's eyes.

Chen Siyuan smiled as well. "Xiaoli, why don't you open a dance school? We can't completely prevent certain things from happening, but we can ensure that more people receive the most proper guidance!"

A flash of light crossed Liu Xiaoli's eyes. "Can I do it?"

"You are a globally recognized dance master; no one is more qualified than you!"

Chen Siyuan thought for a moment and continued, "I'm treating Jiang Ning to dinner in a couple of days, and I can just bring this up and ask him about it."

"Would that be too much trouble?"

Liu Xiaoli hesitated.

Chen Siyuan, however, laughed and said, "It might be troublesome for you, but for others, it's also a political achievement! Besides, visiting each other often is the best way to maintain our relationships."

"Honey, thank you!"

Liu Xiaoli rested her head against Chen Siyuan's chest, her heart filled with warmth.

Over the years, Chen Siyuan truly spoiled her to the heavens.

All the years of her first half of life couldn't compare to the years spent together with Chen Siyuan.

Who would have thought they started with a fake marriage built on zero emotional foundation!

Watching her mother and father acting all lovey-dovey again, Liu Yifei chuckled to herself from the side.

She kept half an eye on them while pretending to admire the scenery elsewhere.

Teachers said they needed to learn to observe life, and Liu Yifei was simply putting that into practice right now.

"Honey, do you think if I open a dance school, we should teach all kinds of dances?"

With Chen Siyuan by her side, Liu Xiaoli preferred not to think for herself anymore.

"Of course, all dance genres. And you don't have to do everything yourself either; you can hire outstanding dancers at high salaries to be instructors—not just domestic ones, but American ones and polar bear country ones as well."

At this point, Chen Siyuan paused for a moment. "Xiaoli, if possible, you could also venture into rhythmic gymnastics!"

"Rhythmic gymnastics?"

Liu Xiaoli looked surprised.

"In my view, rhythmic gymnastics is simply the extension of dance into the realm of sports. It should be fine."

"But I don't know anything about it!"

Though slightly tempted, Liu Xiaoli really knew nothing about rhythmic gymnastics; to her, that was an entirely different field.

"Didn't you visit the polar bear country some time ago? You can ask them over there. In my opinion, their rhythmic gymnastics is the absolute number one existence. You could totally invite their rhythmic gymnastics champions to be instructors."

The more Chen Siyuan talked about it, the more feasible he felt it was.

"Can we really do that?"

Liu Xiaoli grew even more tempted.

"Just go back and make a phone call to find out!"

"Have you both finished choosing everything? Then let's head back now."

With that, Liu Xiaoli stood up.

Chen Siyuan and Liu Yifei exchanged a glance.

See? I told you she'd be fine!

Liu Yifei secretly gave a thumbs-up.

The family of three hurried back home.

After catching her breath, Liu Xiaoli immediately placed an international phone call.

Liu Xiaoli's Russian proficiency was average, but she could manage basic communication.

She tried her very best to convey her intentions to the head of the Bolshoi Ballet Theater in Moscow on the other end of the line.