The young man in the baseball cap came upstairs again. Mr. Nangong made a call downstairs to his wife, asking her to have the young man carry Sakurako down, while he himself would also come down with them.

Moments later, the baseball-capped youth appeared at the entrance of the building carrying Sakurako on his back, followed closely by Mrs. Nangong, whose expression was anxious, steadying her daughter’s waist with her hand. The little princess rested her head limply on the youth’s shoulder, still sound asleep and drooling slightly.

As the group approached, Mrs. Nangong rushed a few steps forward to her husband, saying, “I forgot to lock the door; I’ll run up and close it quickly and be right back.”

“Don’t go, don’t go,” Mr. Nangong glanced at his watch, thinking that it was almost six o'clock, and if they delayed any longer, they might run into Little Shu or Li Tai Zheng who were early risers, causing this painstakingly laid plan to come to nothing. Frowning, with a hint of reproach, he said to his wife, “Hurry up and climb into the cargo compartment to watch the furniture. I’ll sit in the front passenger seat to give directions to the driver.”

“What about Sakurako?” Mrs. Nangong froze at her husband’s arrangement. She had originally expected to stay by her daughter’s side and ride in the sedan with her. At that moment, watching the young man in the cap gently place Sakurako’s slender body into the back seat of the car, she felt uneasy.

“It’s fine. I won’t pay them yet; they’ll follow us on their own. That young man with the cap is quite sharp; just let him drive the sedan. You stay in the cargo compartment and keep an eye on those men; don't let them touch our things carelessly. If anything happens, just knock on the compartment wall—I’ll be sitting in the front, and I can hear everything.” With that, Mr. Nangong walked over to the youth in the cap, watching him carefully adjust Sakurako’s small feet onto the seat. He pulled the youth aside and whispered, “Young man, how about you take charge of driving the sedan and following us? When we reach the destination, I will pay you a separate sum of money, keeping it secret from the others.”

The young man nodded in understanding and replied softly, “No problem.”

Then, the three members of the Nangong family, the four movers who came with the truck, plus the sedan driver, each took their respective positions, started their vehicles, and sped out of the city.

The moment they left the community, Mr. Nangong glanced through the windshield at the tightly closed balcony of the Li residence and let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if a massive weight had finally lifted from his chest. This prompted him to recall the events of the previous morning. That story hadn't been fully told; he had concealed a considerable portion of the details from his wife. A middle-aged man who has spent many years navigating society wouldn't make the decision to relocate his entire family unless he had encountered something truly earth-shattering. The reason was simple: a man of forty has seen through the superficialities of the world; he understands what is merely a reflection in the mirror, what is the moon in the water, what can be held firmly in hand, and what can only remain a beautiful dream. He would not easily abandon the home he had spent years building, nor would he easily make a decision that would plunge his family into hardship. Responsibility was a burden carried on his shoulders; he wouldn't have taken this drastic step if it weren't to protect his daughter.

Lost in thought, he suddenly heard the driver striking up a conversation with him: “You seem quite trusting of that young man driving the sedan, sir?”

“Indeed. That young man handles things very well; he’s quick-witted, a talent worth nurturing.” Mr. Nangong turned to look in the rearview mirror; the sedan was following steadily behind.

“The sir has a good eye; that’s our boss’s eldest son, not just an ordinary mover,” the driver said, keeping his left hand on the wheel and extending a thumbs-up toward Mr. Nangong with his right, praising him.

“Oh? The eldest son? Why would a rich young master work as a mover to handle a job like this?” Mr. Nangong was surprised by the driver’s words. He casually picked up a business card from in front of the windshield; it clearly read, “Hong Yun Moving Company.”

“What is impossible? And now that I look at you again, sir, you seem quite familiar,” the driver said, turning his face slightly toward Mr. Nangong’s side, allowing the businessman to examine him closely.