"I'm fine..." I stood up embarrassedly, shifting my gaze away from Zhiye's chest. It was really too big; no matter how I tried to avoid looking at it, I would still unconsciously see it. Women's chests are indeed very attractive.

"Meihong is still as violent to children as ever,"

My dad joked, only to be met with a perfect shoulder throw from my mom. With a thud, he fell heavily onto the floor, claiming a close encounter with the floor. His eyes were spinning, and his soul seemed to have flown out of his mouth.

"Annoying... How could you say I'm using violence? I've been really patient not to use violence now,"

My mom clapped her hands innocently.

As you can see, my mom is a genuine judoka, with a black belt of ninth dan. Her throwing and locking techniques could easily kill an opponent in an instant.

Having endured her torment since childhood, I hold her in awe and try to avoid doing or saying things that could anger her and potentially cost me my life.

However, in a conversation between mom and Feiya, my mom's easily angered beast-like demeanor was completely changed.

"Mommy... If you keep getting angry, you'll get wrinkles, see, crow's feet are coming out,"

Feiya was only four years old at that time. That's when my mom started to control her random acts of violence. Of course, there are still times when she can't control herself, like now.

Dad, I salute you for your heroic sacrifice!

"Alright, from now on, Youjie, you must get along well with Zhiye, after all, she is your fiancée! How can you not treat her well?"

My mom seemed to have nailed it down as a fact, but I still had many doubts, and...

"Mother... Come with me for a moment," I pulled my somewhat puzzled mom to my bedroom.

"Youjie, why did you bring me here? Shouldn't we be celebrating that you finally have a fiancee now? My good child..."

My mom looked at me with a gentle smile.

"But... isn't this too sudden?"

"Sudden? What's sudden about it?" My mom tilted her head in confusion.

"It's just strange to suddenly have a fiancée. Mother, you didn't find an imposter somewhere, did you?!"

I said with disbelief on my face. However, she seemed somewhat angry after hearing this and slapped my arm without mercy. Ouch!

"How could you doubt your own mother? Really... It's true, Zhiye really is your fiancée. You guys are engaged, and both sides, Chimei and I, have voluntarily agreed to it."

"Who is Chimei?" I couldn't picture who this person was upon hearing the name.

"Shida Chimei, she is a Japanese woman."

"A Japanese person? Mother, how did you meet a Japanese person!?" I asked in surprise.

"Well, Chimei and I were in the same class in high school. Chimei and her parents love Chinese culture, so they settled in China with her parents. As luck would have it, we went to the same high school and were even in the same class. Chimei has a gentle and kind personality, and she's very beautiful. But our relationship became really good because of that time."

As she spoke, my mother fell into her memories.

At that time, during their freshman year of high school, one day after school, Yamazawa Mi was stopped by several boys from the class who seemed a bit like hoodlums.

"Hey, how about you hang out with us?"

The leader, with yellow hair and a lewd expression, spoke.

"Um... my mother and father are waiting for me to get home..." Yamazawa Mi showed a troubled look and trembled slightly.

"It's okay if you're a little late, you won't get scolded..." The boy with yellow hair grabbed Yamazawa Mi's hand. The moment he touched her hand, she struggled to break his grip. This angered him.

"Stinky b***h, stinky Japanese b***h, how dare you refuse my invitation!"

Seeing his fierce appearance, Yamazawa Mi was scared to speak and could only squat on the ground, shivering with her shoulders hugged.

Just as he was about to forcefully pull her up, Luo Meihong (my mom) appeared. She wore a ponytail and with an angry expression, cracked her knuckles, making a cracking sound.

"You scum!"

"Huh? What did you say? Ugly freak, what does our chat with this young lady have to do with you?" The red-haired guy spoke arrogantly.

"Ugly freak? Hehe... hehehe..." Luo Meihong laughed, her purple-black aura emanating from her body and her eyes were terrifying. She rushed over like lightning and used a crucifix hold to lock the yellow-haired guy.

Although Luo Meihong accidentally exposed her skirt, he had no time to look at it. His face turned blue, and his eyes seemed to burst out as his hand frantically tapped on the ground.

"Ouch... Save me..." He cried out pitifully, and his accomplices fled in fear, leaving him desperate, and he passed out. Seeing this, Luo Meihong released him.

"Are you alright... Miss Chimei?" Luo Meihong smiled and reached out her hand.

Yamazawa Mi looked at her in amazement before putting her hand gently into Luo Meihong's palm, relying on her pulling force, she stood up while whispering softly, "Thank you very much... for your help...""Those guys are just asking for trouble, I've been wanting to deal with them for a long time. By the way, Chuanmei, your Chinese is so good, I wouldn't have thought you were Japanese if it weren't for your name,"

"Because... I like Chinese culture more, so... I've put more effort into learning Chinese, although I don't think I speak it very well," Yamazawa Mi's cheeks flushed slightly as she spoke modestly.

"Not at all, you speak it just like us, with no difference. It's unexpectedly amazing, Chuanmei,"

Luo Meihong's face revealed a smile.

"Um... I'm sorry for not remembering your name even though we are in the same class..." Yamazawa Mi said embarrassingly.

"Don't suddenly use honorifics, it's too formal. My name is Luo Meihong... um, can I be your friend?" Luo Meihong hesitated a bit.

"Can I really be your friend?" Yamazawa Mi asked in surprise.

"Of course! Actually, I was a little worried that you might not want to be friends with me,"

"How could that be, it's my greatest honor..."

Yamazawa Mi said with a smile.

"From now on we are friends then, if you encounter any difficulties and need help, be sure to tell me right away. Because we are friends, we should be open and help each other,"

Luo Meihong said warmly.

"Uh... I'm really very happy. Meihong, you became my first friend in China,"

Yamazawa Mi was so happy she was almost in tears.

"Eh... Why are you crying suddenly? Did I say something wrong?"

Luo Meihong was panic-stricken, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Meihong, you didn't say anything wrong... it's just... tears..."

Yamazawa Mi wiped the uncontrollable tears that fell.

The memory ends here, with a nostalgic look on the face of the mother. I guess this past between my mother and Aunt Chuanmei must be something they will always remember, right?