Zhou Yueshen handed her that hat again.
Normally, she would let it slide, but now there were people waiting to laugh at her.
How could she possibly wear this green hat out? She’d definitely become the butt of jokes.
Her resentful gaze fell on the man.
But Zhou Yueshen’s tone brooked no argument: "Safety first. You have to wear it."
Si Nian knew full well that in the future, not wearing a helmet would result in fines.
But why, even in this old-fashioned era, was there a man just as unyielding?
Zhou Yueshen reached out and fastened the helmet strap. The hat was indeed unattractive, but she was pretty—the green hue made her skin appear even fairer and more delicate, her small face peeking out from under it, losing some of its glamour but gaining a touch of sweetness.
He patted her head gently through the helmet, soothing her in a soft voice, "When we get to the city, I’ll buy you a new one. Next time, you won’t have to wear this one, okay?"
The lethality of an older man’s tenderness was undeniable. Si Nian blinked dazedly and nodded. "Okay."
Then came his deep voice again: "Hold on tight."
Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around him as the motorcycle started up, gradually catching up to the slow-moving car ahead.
The mountain road was rough, and the low chassis of the small car forced it to crawl.
Even with Fu Yang’s excellent driving skills, he had no choice but to slow down—damaging the car would only bring more trouble.
But a motorcycle didn’t have that problem, especially for someone like Zhou Yueshen, who was used to these roads.
The speed at which they overtook the car was effortless.
In a gust of wind, they swept past the sedan, leaving behind only the sight of two figures—one tall, one short—clinging closely together.
Before Fu Yang and Lin Sisi could react, the scene had already unfolded before them.
Simultaneously, their faces darkened with fury.
Lin Sisi couldn’t understand—how had Zhou Yueshen already bought a vehicle in this lifetime?
She knew he had money, but exactly how much was a mystery. The man kept his cards close to his chest, unlike other men who could be easily read.
She had always assumed that running such a large farm meant his daily expenses were high.
In her past life, he had also owned a motorcycle, identical to this one.
But he had barely used it!
Their relationship had been strained, let alone ridden together.
Yet now, here he was, driving with Si Nian, looking so dashing...
Lin Sisi told herself she didn’t like Zhou Yueshen.
But seeing him so intimate with another woman—especially one who had stolen her happiness—pierced her heart like needles.
She had thought that no matter how capable Zhou Yueshen was, he was still just a country man.
No matter how much money he made, he could never compare to Fu Yang, who came from a military-political dynasty!
But at this moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of inferiority.
No, it’s just a motorcycle. Nothing special.
Fu Yang drives a car!
Motorcycles might be rare in the village, but in the city, they’re everywhere. Nothing to envy!
Sure, he has money, but Fu Yang has power and influence. In this era, power is what truly matters.
And Zhou Yueshen doesn’t even want children.
What’s the point of wealth if Si Nian is just raising someone else’s kids? She’s no better than a nanny!
But she and Fu Yang were different—she would have her own children in this life!
Her children would be born as city elites, with a father who was an officer and a grandfather who was a high-ranking official!
They would enjoy the highest privileges.
Something Si Nian could never achieve, no matter how hard she tried.
The thought of her glorious future lifted Lin Sisi’s spirits.
Once they reached the city, she would make Zhou Yueshen see the gap between her and Fu Yang.
And she would trample Si Nian, that so-called young miss, underfoot!
Blinded by her desperation to outshine the two, Lin Sisi had completely forgotten her original purpose for coming here.
She had intended to visit the Lin family first and ask about the truth behind the police report.
Yet, as luck would have it, she ran into Si Nian and Zhou Yueshen.
Her attention had been completely hijacked.
Why did she keep running into them every time?
Had Si Nian already grown so close to the family that she visited often?
Before, she had avoided the Lins like the plague.
Lin Sisi found it strange. Ever since Si Nian agreed to marry in her stead, it was as if she had become a different person.
She lowered her eyes, lost in thought.
Fu Yang’s attention wasn’t on her either. His car trailed closely behind the motorcycle, the riders ahead seemingly teasing him—not speeding away but maintaining just the right pace for his car to struggle on this road.
The vehicle jolted violently, and Lin Sisi, who wasn’t used to long car rides, was nearly sick. She turned pitifully toward Fu Yang, only to find his gaze fixed intently on the pair ahead, completely oblivious to her discomfort.
Less than an hour later, they arrived in the city.
As soon as Zhou Yueshen helped Si Nian off the bike, a loud "Ugh—!" sounded nearby.
She turned to see Lin Sisi hunched over, vomiting miserably onto the ground.
Bystanders covered their noses and stepped away in disgust—even Fu Yang kept his distance.
Si Nian didn’t linger on the sight; it was revolting.
Zhou Yueshen frowned and pulled her further away.
"Si Nian, we’ve already booked a photo studio. Let’s go together," Lin Sisi called out, undeterred by her own wretched state.
Si Nian was almost impressed. Was she really this desperate to drag them along?
Did she have some scheme waiting at the studio?
She raised a brow. "Sure."
Truthfully, she was curious about vintage wedding photos. Not many from this era survived—only the well-off could afford such luxuries.
She glanced at Zhou Yueshen.
Meeting her gaze, he gave a slight nod. "Let’s go."
Si Nian added, "We’ll take a few shots now, and next time, we’ll bring the kids for a family portrait."
Zhou Yueshen’s expression softened instantly. "Alright."
The four of them headed toward an old-fashioned photo studio nearby.
The place was spacious, its walls adorned with black-and-white portraits typical of the era, alongside a few rare colored photos from the Republic of China period—each exuding a nostalgic charm.
Other customers bustled about, couples and families alike posing for their keepsakes.
Lin Sisi had dressed meticulously for the occasion. Her little dress was newly bought, her shoes carefully selected.
Look at us—Fu Yang and I are clearly the ones with class.
And Si Nian? Dressed so casually.
Anyone could tell who the real lady was.
Lin Sisi straightened her back proudly, chin lifted.
"Master Li, we’re the ones who booked the session earlier," she announced to the capped photographer.
