When Jiang Fuyue got home, the old master, the three Han brothers, including Han Ting, and even Little Mang were all there.
“Yueyue is back!”
“Sis, the kitchen saved you some roasted sweet potatoes, super fragrant.”
“Woof—” Little Mang came charging over, tail wagging wildly.
The old master said, “Yueyue, you’re not going to school tomorrow, right?”
Han Ting immediately chimed in, “Tomorrow’s a holiday, sis definitely isn’t going.”
Jiang Fuyue nodded. “I’m not going. Staying home for the holiday.”
“Hehe…”
That night, the moonlight was like water, the night deep and thick.
A heavy fog rose outside the window, condensing into droplets on the glass.
Jiang Fuyue, wearing pajamas, sat under the light flipping through papers related to a new research topic.
Time passed second by second. She remained fully focused, like an old monk in meditation.
Until—
Knock knock knock!
A knock sounded at the door.
Only then did Jiang Fuyue put down the iPad and call out, “The door isn’t locked, come in!”
“Hehe…” Before seeing anyone, she heard laughter. Han Heng was wearing floral pajamas, with Little Mang following at his feet.
“Watching dramas?”
Jiang Fuyue glanced at the tablet beside her that was still lit and didn’t say anything.
Just then Han Heng walked over and took a casual look. Dense English text, all technical terms. He couldn’t understand a single one.
“…Sorry, forgot that a top student’s way of relaxing isn’t quite the same as that of us ordinary people.”
“Little Uncle, did you need something from me?” Jiang Fuyue casually rubbed the dog’s head. Little Mang was so happy he made “whimper whimper” sounds, pushing hard against her calf.
Han Heng was displeased. “So I can’t look for you if there’s nothing?”
Jiang Fuyue said, “Of course you can. Other people have to squat at the airport if they want to see a big star. I’m different. A superstar comes knocking on my door, and even barefaced.”
Han Heng proudly puffed out his chest. “Of course! Your uncle can still crush those pretty boy idols even without makeup!”
“Want me to applaud?”
He thought for a moment. “Sure, a bit.”
Jiang Fuyue immediately played along and clapped.
Little Mang tilted his dog head. “Woof?” What are these two doing?
After enjoying his niece’s adorable flattery, Han Heng suddenly produced something from behind his back like a magic trick… a long-haired monkey?
He announced loudly, “Happy New Year!”
That’s right, 2052 was the Year of the Monkey.
“Thank you, Little Uncle.” Jiang Fuyue reached out to take it.
When Han Heng let go, he still couldn’t resist stroking the monkey once more, ah, so fluffy, so nice to rub! The corner of Jiang Fuyue’s mouth twitched.
After Han Heng left, Jiang Fuyue was about to put the monkey into the pile of plush toys. “…Huh?”
She suddenly felt that the back of the monkey was hard.
She parted the fur and discovered a hidden compartment. With a light press, it popped open, revealing a card and a note.
The card was a super VIP card from a certain international luxury brand, allowing the holder to freely choose 100 sets of seasonal clothing each year.
The one in Jiang Fuyue’s hand had been upgraded with money. The 100 sets became 365 sets.
In other words, with this card, Jiang Fuyue could wear a different outfit every day of the year without repeating.
She had only ever heard of this card in deep-dive exposé videos about the entertainment industry. Everyone in the comments said they didn’t believe it. Even top-tier celebrities didn’t have one, so it must not exist.
Reality proved that just because you don’t have it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. It just means you’re not qualified.
She put the card aside and opened the note. What met her eyes was a section of bold, smooth fountain-pen handwriting, quite unlike Han Heng’s usual playful image—
Yueyue:
Thank you for coming and filling this home with laughter.
In the new year, I hope you dress beautifully every day and live happily.
Oh right, next time the old master loses his temper and wants to beat me up, remember to put in a good word for me! You must remember! (Please please~)
Signed: Your loving Little Uncle.
Jiang Fuyue put the card into her bag and the note into a drawer.
Just as she was about to pick up the tablet again, Han Shen arrived.
“Still not asleep?”
“No.”
“Happy New Year, Yueyue.” Without Han Heng’s flashy fuss, after saying that, Han Shen directly took out a red envelope.
Jiang Fuyue didn’t decline and happily accepted it. “Thank you, Eldest Uncle!”
“Good girl~” He gently rubbed her head and reminded her, “Go to bed early. Don’t stay up too late.”
With that, he turned and left.
Jiang Fuyue opened the red envelope. Inside was a bank card.
Han Shen was always that straightforward.
It was like everyone had lined up. As soon as Han Shen left, Han Ke arrived right after.
Mm, another bank card.
Finally, it was the old master.
Jiang Fuyue spoke before he could. “Happy New Year, Grandpa.”
“Eh! Happy New Year! This is mine.” He smiled with a face full of wrinkles, old eyes half-squinted.
As he spoke, he handed over the red envelope.
“Thank you.”
After the old master left, she opened it. This time it finally wasn’t a bank card, but… a check.
Was there any difference?
Oh, with a check you could see the amount directly. One, two, three… mm, six zeros.
In less than half an hour, Jiang Fuyue had become a little rich woman carrying a huge sum of money.
Maybe this was the joy of a wealthy family?
When she used to be Lou Mingyue, why didn’t she have this?
You think that was it?
Not at all. The old madam and Qin Yuancheng each also transferred money to her online.
Shi Qingzhi, despite her age, still traveled frequently for work. She always said that at the age when she should have been striving, she stayed home as an idle person, and only started a business when she was old. If she didn’t work hard, it wouldn’t do.
Although Qin Yuancheng worried, he still chose to support her unconditionally.
Business trip? Fine, I’ll go with you.
If it were Han Qishan instead, he probably would have jumped up long ago to oppose it.
Maybe that was why the old madam ultimately ended up with Qin Yuancheng.
It wasn’t that Han Qishan was bad, just not suitable.
Some women want to be caged canaries, but some women want to soar across the sky.
For the latter, if they can’t get their lover’s support and are instead trapped in a cage by him, then there’s only one choice… change.
Not change cages, but change lovers.
Shi Qingzhi said, “Yueyue, Happy New Year. Your Grandpa Qin and I are in Country Y, so we can’t spend New Year’s Eve with you, but the red envelope must be arranged.”
“Thank you, Grandma. Thank you, Grandpa Qin.”
“Good girl~”
Another sum, no, two sums credited.
Of course, after receiving red envelopes, Jiang Fuyue wasn’t stingy either. As the older sister, she also gave some to Little Brother Jiang and Han Ting.
Little Brother Jiang said, “Sis, why are you giving me money again?”
Maybe because they hadn’t seen each other in a while? Jiang Fuyue felt the little kid’s voice had become a bit hoarse, with a touch of rasp.
It used to be soft and milky.
“This is a New Year’s Eve red envelope. Happy New Year.”
On the other end, Jiang Chenxing smiled, but didn’t make a sound, mainly because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself and would let out a quacking duck laugh.
Sigh, the troubles of a little boy in voice change are just that big!
“Thanks, sis! Actually, Grandma, Grandpa, and the three uncles all sent me money too.”
Whenever Jiang Fuyue had some, Jiang Chenxing would never be left out.
Only the amounts were different.
Girls should be raised richly. Boys just need a bit of pocket money.
“What about Mom and Dad?”
Jiang Chenxing said, “They’re not back yet.”
Han Yunru had recently been working on a dessert production line. It was said she was going to open a factory. She left early and came back late every day, even busier than before.
Jiang Da accompanied his wife in all her efforts. No matter how tired, he was still cheerful.
“Go to bed early.”
“Okay!”
Just after ending the call, Han Ting came pattering over to knock on the door.
The door opened. He didn’t come in, just leaned against the doorframe, hesitating. “Sis, you transferred money to me?”
“Mm. Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year! Sis, you’re so good!” After saying that, he ran off with a red face.
Halfway through, he realized he’d forgotten to close the door, so he pattered back and closed it for her.
The movements were vigorous and energetic, but the sound was very, very soft.
…
Eleven forty. Jiang Fuyue turned off the light and lay down.
Usually she would put her phone on the bedside table. Today, for some reason, she paused for a moment and decided to place it beside her pillow.
As the clock hand slowly pointed to twelve, signaling the arrival of 2052.
At the same time, a WeChat notification sounded on her phone.
What Yueyue didn’t have in her previous life, she had all of it in this one.
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