But she was very clear in her heart that in a situation like today, she couldn’t shed tears.
So, in the end, An Nan forced her tears down. Then, with a happy curve on her lips, she sincerely felt, "Thank you."
A simple two-word phrase contained a thousand words, encompassing all of An Nan’s heartfelt sentints and her gratitude towards these people. It was their sincere acceptance that made her feel so happy now.
So, thank you!
Everyone, regarding her saying these two words, disagreed both in their eyes and in their words?
"Silly girl, what are you saying? We’re family, no need to be polite. Are you treating us like outsiders?" Lan Yiqing, the mother-in-law, was the first to object.
Afterwards, everyone’s words were more or less in this sense.
Again, An Nan felt a burst of gratitude, yet this ti she firmly nodded, "Okay, I won’t say it anymore."
Because of the pregnancy, An Nan couldn’t drink alcohol. From beginning to end, she was drinking her milk, and just like that, she felt imnsely happy.
On the New Year’s Eve dinner table, there is also a tradition where elders give younger ones red envelopes.
When a big pile of red envelopes suddenly appeared in front of An Nan, she was first dumbfounded and then beca embarrassed, "Well, I’m already this old, I don’t need these red envelopes anymore, right?"
She was imdiately t with countless opposing voices.
The first to speak up was the Lin Family elder, "Nannan, take it. It’s from Grandpa, you can’t refuse."
Perhaps the other’s words carried too much authority, An Nan involuntarily reached out to take them. If there’s one, there’ll be two; soon, many red envelopes appeared before An Nan. The other person who had as many envelopes as An Nan was her son, An Jiayou.
However, the glimr in the eyes of the mother and son were completely different; one was hesitant, the other was jubilant.
At this mont, the man beside An Nan intruded, leaned his head closer, and whispered in her ear, "Rember to give half when we go back to the room; my wife is now a big tycoon." There was a hint of sothing in his words.
An Nan imdiately gave an angry glare, not even wanting to speak to the man. Clearly, he was going to be another year older; how could he still be so mischievous, like a child who never grows up? Can such a person really fulfill the role of a father? It truly made people quite doubtful.
Moreover, it wasn’t only Lin Mubai stirring things up.
Lan Luo chid in with a sour tone, "Why don’t I get a red envelope? I don’t care, I’m not married yet!"
Lan Xinxixi wanted to join in the commotion but was forced to swallow back the words that were on the tip of his tongue by the subsequent situation.
As soon as Lan Luo finished speaking, he was besieged by all the elders in the family.
The first to show dissatisfaction were his father, Lan Qianyi, and mother, Zhou Fengdi.
Both of their displeased gazes fell on him, and the words they said next were sharp, leaving no room for retreat.
"At your age, without even a girlfriend, if I were you, I’d feel embarrassed to co ho for New Year’s."
"Exactly, Lan Luo, let tell you, this year is the last ti. Next year, if you’re still sitting here all alone, you shouldn’t co back at all. You’re old enough and yet not married; if you’re not ashad, I, as your mom, am."
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