"Hmph, I knew she was faking it."
"Mom, do you think she’ll co to our house?" Lele was a bit worried, as this person’s level of shalessness seed quite extraordinary.
"She probably won’t; she doesn’t know where we live."
An unexpected episode, but Yang Chuxia didn’t mind it at all.
The next day was New Year’s Eve, and there were fireworks and red lanterns everywhere.
In theory, the Prince An’s Mansion wouldn’t be lonely this year; Yang Qingrui and his brothers were all there. Yang Chuxia had invited them over for New Year, making the mansion lively. However, for so reason, Yang Chuxia felt that the excitent was missing sothing.
Later, she realized it was missing a sense of peace.
On the first day of the New Year, Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an got up early. Just as they stepped outside, Yangyang dashed forward and knelt in front of Ye Zi’an, "Handso Dad, Happy New Year! I wish you good health and peace!"
"Hmm, good boy."
Ye Zi’an nodded with a smile and sat to the side.
Yangyang scratched his head; was that it?
No way, the little guy got busy, ran up to Ye Zi’an, and stretched out his little hand, "Handso Dad, you haven’t given my New Year’s red envelope yet."
"Son, you were so eager to greet just for the red envelope, right?"
Ye Zi’an chuckled, patting his head.
Yangyang laughed awkwardly, "You know it, so don’t say it out loud."
"So young yet already understanding money." Ye Zi’an tapped his nose and then gave him one.
Seeing Yangyang getting a red envelope for New Year’s greetings, the other little ones hurried over, hamring their heads to the ground.
The red envelopes, already prepared, were handed out, one for each person.
"Mom, Handso Dad gave a red envelope, but you haven’t yet." Yangyang tugged at Yang Chuxia again, "You and Handso Dad need to be separate."
"Son, you really are a little money grubber."
In the festive New Year’s spirit, she gave him a big kiss on his soft little face and took out a few more red envelopes, "One for each of you."
"Sigh, Mom, it’s not that I’m a money grubber, it’s just that I have a heavy burden."
Sitting by the table, drinking water, Ye Zi’an nearly spit it out.
"A heavy burden? What burden do you have at such a young age?"
"Why wouldn’t I have a burden?" Yangyang patted his small chest, saying, "I have a wife now; I’m not alone. As a man, I have to support my wife, right? Sigh, those without a wife just can’t understand my pain."
His eyes swept over Lele, not even sparing Yang Qingtong, who ca afterward.
Yang Chuxia didn’t know whether to laugh or cry; her son was indeed mature for his age.
Lele, on the other hand, disdainfully retorted, "Don’t embarrass yourself. With the little pocket money you get, it’s not even enough to pay the nanny’s monthly wages for your wife. Besides, with the exquisite food and drink of the Mu Residence, there’s no way your current inco can cover it. Don’t bla for not warning you; if you say this in front of Uncle Shaoling, he might just laugh you to death."
"Tsk, tsk, you just don’t understand, do you?" Yangyang shouted defiantly, "It’s about the sentint, get it? Would Uncle Shaoling care about my little bit of silver? He’d care more about how much I value my wife. You’re such a relationship dunce!"
"Pfft..." This ti, it wasn’t just Ye Zi’an who almost spat out his drink; Yang Qingrui and his brothers did too.
"Oh my, brother-in-law, this kid is ridiculously mature." Yang Qingtong rubbed his head, "I truly admit defeat."
This kid has naturally mastered the art of flirting, refined and skilled.
Seeing everyone amazed by him, Yangyang haughtily turned his head and tucked the red envelopes into his pocket.
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