Chapter 50 The Origin of Smallpox

The next morning, just as I stepped out of the residential compound, I saw Beibei waiting for me on the roadside. At first glance, I mistook him for Kung Fu Panda because of the large and dark circles under his eyes, obviously a result of staying up late, and he seemed rather excited.

"Is it your turn to drive me today?" I asked.

He looked me up and down, then opened the car door, "Your Majesty, please enter. But why is your outfit today so approachable?"

Today, I wore a gray low-cut T-shirt with a bow tied in front, a white bubble skirt, and wedge-heeled sandals, carrying a white straw bag. It's a middle-class look and one of the few outfits I reclaimed from Mrs. Tu, my original wardrobe.

"I want to be myself again, not a beautifully packaged Barbie doll," I shrugged and got into the car.

"I bet you're worried that wearing those designer clothes too often will wear them out, afraid you'll have no money to buy new ones once they get old," Beibei said with a mischievous laugh.