When Cheng Xi returned home, it was still early in the night. Without any pressing concerns, she decided to do some yoga.

Practicing yoga could help people relax and calm down.

After she finished her session and her heart had returned to its normal pace, she picked up her phone and started scrolling through. Her feed was inundated with photos of the impromptu fireworks show and fiery from proclamation that night. They were taken from a myriad of different angles, capturing the scene from various viewpoints. But their captions were all essentially the same: at the end of XX year, I saw a nouveau riche’s expression of love!

She even received a few direct messages along the lines of, ‘Heh heh heh heh, your surname’s also Cheng, and you’re a doctor. Are you the recipient of this message?’

Black lines marred Cheng Xi’s forehead as she rubbed her temples. Out of frustration, she bluntly discarded her phone and ignored it for...