When Ye Ye and her companions disembarked from the plane the next morning, they looked a bit disheveled from their urgent escape. The three girls smiled at each other, took a deep breath of the cool morning air, and in unison, as if they did when they landed in France, shouted, “Italy, here we come!” Then, hand in hand, they left the airport.
In the taxi, they admired the Italian scenery, the Renaissance art, the ancient yet modern traces of Rome’s streets, and the rich aroma of authentic espresso wafting everywhere… all showcasing the unique charm and deep cultural heritage of this land…
After enjoying the sights, they arrived at a duplex apartment near the “Saint Enos” Academy, owned by Du Yao Yao’s family. They didn’t opt for the school dormitory because the three free-spirited and somewhat rebellious girls would not let dormitory rules constrain their hard-won freedom. Each picked out their favorite room, and despite the fatigue from a night of travel, they settled in to rest well before the opening ceremony the next day…
After some time of sleep, Ye Ye was woken by her phone ringing beside her bed. Sleepily, she answered, “Hello—” “Baby, are you sleeping? Shouldn’t it be 6 PM there? You’re so well-behaved, going to bed early…” Ye Ye recognized the voice immediately—it was her father, the imposing man feared by the underworld, yet in private, as naggy as an old woman. “Dad, uh—” she yawned, “What’s up?”
“Baby, your things have already been sent to Italy by your dad. Go to the Aohua Building in Chinatown to find ‘Auntie Dragon Three’ to pick them up. I’ve already told her about it.”
“Oh—thank you, Daddy!”
“Baby, once Daddy finishes what he’s busy with, can he come to Italy to be with you?”
Regarding his youngest daughter, he couldn’t help but dote on her because she looked so much like his deceased beloved wife.
“Ah! No, you said you’d let me stay in Italy for four months by myself!” Ye Ye hurriedly exclaimed.
“Baby, but Daddy will miss you, and so will your brothers!”
Ye Fengxing said a bit pitifully to his daughter. Who would have thought that a mafia boss could be so affectionate towards his daughter?
