Such quick progress, it’s kind of nice...but not really.

He just came over to buckle her seatbelt, and Liumei felt unsure whether she was disappointed or relieved that there wasn’t a second kiss. Honestly, she wasn’t ready, but a little kiss seemed harmless...

"I have money."

"Oh." They’re thinking about kissing again, who cares if you have money?

"Our salaries are decent, and I usually don’t spend much, so I’ve saved quite a bit. Qian’er says keeping money in the bank is dead money, so she also got me to invest in some stocks. I have my own apartment in Q City too. I’m used to living with my father, so I’ve always rented it out. Selling it would be enough to buy a new car. If you like the Cherokee, we’ll buy the Cherokee."

He must prove that he’s a man who can provide and won’t make his wife feel deprived!

"Why are you telling me this..." Liumei felt a bit embarrassed. He was so serious and earnest that she didn’t know how to respond. She hadn’t experienced this kind of financial confession in a relationship before, but it felt quite nice~

Suddenly, Liumei remembered.

"Are you trying to tell me you want to live with your parents after marriage?" Wasn’t this Ma Lv’s usual tactic?

"No way. When I get married, I’ll definitely live separately from my father. My dad just remarried recently, and I hope he can have an independent life. When two generations live together, conflicts are inevitable, and I don’t want to put too much pressure on you."

"What pressure could I have..." Her heart raced, why did this topic feel kind of sweet?

Now that the serious matters were settled, it was time to take care of the important things.

"I don’t want you to be with me and envy anyone else. Whatever you want, I can give it to you." Fugui moved closer and kissed her lips.

So, don’t envy those couples by the sea being lovey-dovey—they’re doing things now or soon that he can do as well!

After Fugui’s lips left, Liumei’s mind went blank for a long while, like a pure white feather gently floating in the air. Her whole body felt weightless, encompassed by a peculiar joy and happiness.

Maybe sister-in-law was right, being happy doesn’t necessarily rely on one’s efforts but rather on finding the right person.

She thought she found him.

Fugui, after studying mental science for so long, always felt puzzled by kisses in films and literature. Could they really be so delightful, making both men and women utterly intoxicated...

As a meticulous doctor, Comrade Fugui always considered kissing to be particularly unhygienic, with bacteria in saliva all transferred to the other person. Meeting someone with bad breath or who doesn’t brush their teeth? Simply disgusting.

However, upon trying it himself, he discovered that this feeling was unexpectedly pleasant, and he finally understood why literature continually depicted it. The joy transcending from body to soul was beyond his scientific explanation, but Fugui, with his vast knowledge reserve, pondered and realized that at the moment of contact, his brain’s dopamine was extremely active, neurotransmitters and hormones surged, leading to increased adrenaline and heart rate, which prompted a sweaty and exciting feeling...

"Can I try again?" Fugui still wanted to test this feeling, now understanding what increased adrenaline feels like.

"Oh, stop asking, just try if you want, 0.02!"

"Why call me 0.02?"

"Because you are my 0.02!"

Alright, whatever it is isn’t important. As long as she’s happy, being 0.02 doesn’t matter. Now Fugui just wants to experience this unbeatable sensation yet again, the lab cannot concoct such a feeling, no matter how precise science may be.

Not far away, Qian climbed a more than 4-meter-high reef with Yu Minglang’s help, sitting on it and enjoying skewers and beer, listening to the sea breeze while observing the couple embracing in the distance, Narcissus and Daodao. Yu Minglang embraced Qian, shielding her from the cool sea breeze as Qian leaned lazily against his chest, reflecting thoughtfully.

"If you don’t cross it, it’ll always be a 0.02 distance. Once crossed, it’s temporary happiness. Most people’s troubles are self-created; Zhu Dexi is a smart man—he made the right move."

0.02, is the heartwarming talk Qian had shared with Narcissus and Liumei before, about finding the right person and crossing that 0.02 distance, but life doesn’t mean it’s completely perfect thereafter. Many things are still to be faced in the future. As long as one faces them with effort, it’ll never be worse than before.

"I’m only worried about what to do if he comes looking for a fight later." Yu Minglang had a hunch that he might be settled with afterward once they finished cuddling.

"Who cares, who can say what’ll happen next moment, the earth keeps turning, everyone’s mood changes daily. She broke up yesterday, today she reconciled, but whose to say a future day won’t differ in values, maybe they’ll part again. Don’t try to predict the event ten years from now, live each day well and you’ll go farther."

"People are reconciling over there, is it appropriate to discuss this now?"

"Why not? As a psychologist, one resolves the ever-changing world with the unchanging. When they broke up, I told them not to be sad or desperate. When they reconcile, I’ll tell them not to be complacent or careless. The future doesn’t come with just embracing till old—plenty of challenges await. Only by being grounded can one take care of those around them."

This is a psychologist’s attitude towards family and friends, and Liumei and Narcissus happen to be her family.

The evening wind blew Qian’s scattered hair strands to dance across her face, captivating him. He was enamored with this woman who always stood above guarding her cared-for people and things. In her eyes, everything was solvable, and he truly enjoyed being with someone like her.

"Were you certain from the start that Daodao would come?" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"I analyzed Narcissus’s personality and Daodao’s character traits, concluding Daodao would give up starting a business with Xiaoqiang to help Narcissus. Xiaoqiang became famous when psychologist Stenberg proposed such a classic theory: love consists of three parts—passion, commitment, intimacy. There’s no perfect life but only a fitting life. Living is constantly about making choices, choosing what’s suitable, letting go of what isn’t."

Qian likes to add a philosophical summary whenever a case concludes; she wants to share her life insights with him.

"Not only are there choices, but also judgments."

"Oh?"

"Now judge, is it right or wrong to publicly do bad things?"

"...Do you still have shame? Of course, it’s wrong!"

"I choose to give up shame, and congratulations on answering correctly. Such behavior is bad, incorrect, and would lead astray kids; it must be explicitly banned!" He said while discarding decorum.

"You know it’s bad yet you do it?" Qian was simply speechless. She was seriously discussing the philosophy of life with him, yet all he had in mind were intimate matters?