January 27, 20XX (Sunday)
On the road
Jerome Bonaparte was in his guise of an old man named Giusseppe Alfonsi. He looked at his youngest and only surviving daughter. He was surprised to see the determination in her face. She looked so much like her late Mother, Xue Mu Lan.
"It's your decision, dear." the father assured Mei Li while fakely smiling at Yang's direction.
"Yes," Mei Li nodded and with a beaming smile, she intertwined her fingers with Yang's before she continued, "Mentor Alfonsi, you are like a father to me, and I value your thoughts and suggestions, but this time you cannot persuade me against him."
Jerome Bonaparte stared angrily at their connected hands. He hadn't had the chance to hold her hands enough when she was a child, he had not loved her enough as a father, and another man is already taking her away!
Staying true to his disguise as an understanding old man, he nodded and agreed immediately, "Of course. My dear child, which car are we riding?"