HLM -Chapter 1362 Matters of Returning Home

It turned out that Wang Bo had found a very good activity for the little girl.

They were exhausted and hot from washing cars, but the children were full of enthusiasm, and the parents were very supportive, believing that the kids would gain a lot from the experience.

Among them, the one who benefited the most was the little girl.

This experience gave her a strong sense of confidence, which was beyond the expectations of Wang Bo and Eva—a case of unintended success.

The little girl began shifting the focus of her life. She seemed to have suddenly grown up, no longer seeing herself merely as a child in the family, but as a big sister: taking care of doll, helping Dad and Mom with chores, and so on.

However, the car-washing activity had to be put on hold, because in late January, Wang Bo needed to take his parents and family back home to celebrate the Spring Festival.

The little girl handed over the car-washing responsibilities to Ron, who confidently pounded his chest and promised he could handle it.

Of course, he had the support of the little helpers—Little Wang, Zhuang Ding, and others—who would also lend a hand.

This trip home was simpler. The plane would take off from Sunset Town Airport, first land at Auckland International Airport for customs checks and reporting, then fly to Beijing Capital International Airport, and finally continue home.

As the plane slowly descended, the scenery outside the window was far different from New Zealand in January.

Eva held the little girl in her arms and smiled at the view outside: “Come on, Wang Chuqing, little friend. You’ve arrived at your hometown. Look, out there is the land where your grandparents and dad live.”

Father Bo said, “It’s right to have the mother bring the child. She understands things better than we do. Look, even the way she educates the child about hometown pride is more timely than us.”

Wang Bo looked at the land outside but felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

He hadn’t returned in so long, and he had spent too much time in Sunset Town.

Suddenly, a bit of melancholy overcame him. He wondered if, one day, he might completely become a Chinese New Zealander.

Eva, sensitive by nature and a professional in psychology, immediately sensed his mood.

“What’s wrong? Not happy to be back in your hometown?”

Wang Bo muttered, “Yeah… it feels strange here. I haven’t been back for over two years, and I haven’t really missed it either. Damn it… I feel like I might not have roots anymore.”

Eva hugged him, pressing his head against her shoulder: “What you said to Dale was right. Wherever I am, wherever our family is—that’s our home. Your roots are at home.”

“The reason you don’t miss your hometown is because when your parents and we are in Sunset Town, that is your hometown. This place is just the land where you were born and raised.”

After a while of comforting him, Wang Bo’s mood improved considerably.

As they walked out, Eva, Dale, and the baby attracted a lot of attention.

Dale had grown noticeably. Her Ukrainian bloodline seemed to be awakening—her eye color, skin tone, facial features, and hair color were noticeably different from when she was younger.

It was strange. Wang Bo remembered that when he first met her, her eyes were black, and now they had taken on a greenish hue, translucent like turquoise.

While they were packing their luggage, some people approached and asked if they could take photos with them.

Eva was very generous about this and, together with Dale, accommodated several people, taking a few photos with them.

Some people envied Wang Bo, saying, “Wow, man! Married a foreign wife, had two kids—you really did well.”

Wang Bo smiled: “Just getting by, I guess.”

Father Bo proudly said, “Our daughter-in-law is remarkable not for her looks, but for her heart. As foreigners say, her soul is the most beautiful.”

Later, more people wanted photos with him. Wang Bo asked, “I’m not very handsome. Why take a photo with me?”

“You’re Wang Bo who immigrated to New Zealand, right? One of our hometown folks? I’ve seen the TV reports about you—really impressive.”

Wang Bo realized that even in his hometown, he had become a minor celebrity.

Zhong Dabao’s car arrived. He had a Mercedes GLC300 and a Great Wall pickup truck, carrying both people and luggage.

Wang Bo looked at the car: “Not bad, driving a Benz now?”

Zhong Dabao chuckled: “Nah, this is Jun’s car. But I’ve made a bit of money these past two years, so I’m thinking of getting a better car. Since it’s between a Benz and a BMW, Jun lent me a Benz to try out.”

Wang Bo patted his shoulder: “Drive a Benz. A man should drive a big Benz. But you don’t have to buy it. I’ll get you one—imported from New Zealand.”

Mercedes cars in New Zealand are cheap, about half the price compared to back home.

For this GLC series, it’s considered an entry-level Benz in New Zealand, with low sales, so even Mercedes doesn’t push them much.

However, since he was gifting it, he couldn’t order from New Zealand—new cars there are right-hand drive, and left-hand drive models aren’t produced. He planned to order from the U.S., which was just as easy for him.

Zhong Dabao rubbed his head: “That won’t do. I’ve driven your boat for two and a half years. It’s about time you give me a car.”

Wang Bo said, “The cars I drive cost at least five to six hundred thousand RMB each. You really want me to gift one?”

“Damn decadent capitalist society!” Zhong Dabao joked, feigning anger.

Wang Bo laughed: “Alright, I’ll give you a Benz—consider it a wedding gift. When are you and your female host marrying?”

Zhong Dabao, looking satisfied, said: “Probably before you. I’ve met Tao Tao’s parents. We’re just waiting for a good day to tie the knot.”

Wang Bo held up his hand: “Sorry, brother, I’m already married. Forgot to tell you—I already registered the marriage.”

Upon hearing this, Zhong Dabao was furious: “How could you do this, Wang Bo? You got married and didn’t tell me?”

Wang Bo said: “Don’t get worked up. We just registered. I didn’t see the point in telling you yet. The wedding hasn’t happened. This trip home is for the wedding!”

This was also the reason they returned early. Because of Wang Bo’s special status, he needed to hold two weddings.

The one in his hometown would be for his parents and relatives, so he planned a simple banquet—a modest celebration. The grand ceremony would take place in New Zealand.

His connections and resources were in New Zealand, so it made the most sense to hold the main wedding there.

Zhong Dabao finally smiled. Looking at the luggage, he said: “No wonder you brought so much. Wow, all this is for the wedding, right?”

Wang Bo said: “Mostly gifts. As before, the hometown wedding is just for relatives and close friends. We’ll follow our local traditions—a banquet style celebration.”

Zhong Dabao said: “Not going all out? You’re not giving your wife a wedding she’ll never forget?”

Wang Bo replied: “There will be such a wedding—but in New Zealand.”