Although Wen Yunhuai felt a little annoyed that his daughter had been taken advantage of, seeing that she was being well taken care of, his worries lessened.

The idea of ​​throwing money at people has been temporarily shelved.

Uh… although he doesn’t have any money right now either.

But he's only doing this because the young man is doing alright now.

Tsk!

He decided to temporarily refrain from paying to kick people out...

If that brat dares to let Nannan suffer any injustice...

Once he returns to Beijing, with his connections, all the talented young men in the city will be at his daughter's mercy, leaving this big, simple-minded guy far behind.

…

Wen Qinghe was unaware of her father's ulterior motives at this moment.

She looked around and saw the same small room as before, and frowned.

Apart from having an extra blanket on the bed, the rest of the room was very simple and frugal.

There was an empty bowl on the table, and a dry, hard-looking steamed bun that already had a bite taken out of it.

A pang of sadness welled up in her heart, and her eyes immediately reddened.

My dad is so pitiful.

"Waaah~ Daddy~ Is this all you're going to eat?"

After saying that, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, her eyes filled with heartache and guilt.

She should have left more things for her father. Last time she left in a hurry, she didn't leave much food, mostly just daily necessities.

"Dad, don't worry, I'll definitely get you more food this time..."

Remembering the time they dug a cellar for most of the night before, Wen Yunhuai quickly stopped his precious child.

"Don't cry, sweetie~ There's still the meat and food you left for Daddy last time, and I just finished drinking the meat soup when you came..."

Wen Qinghe looked at the small bowl with a chip in it, and she didn't believe a word of it.

In her view, this was a white lie told by her father to keep her from worrying.

She had already decided that before leaving this time, she would definitely make sure to buy as much food as possible to leave behind.

Seeing the understanding look on his daughter's face, Wen Yunhuai's lips twitched. Fearing he would be asked to dig a cellar again, he emphasized once more:

"That's enough, sweetie. Too much will just attract attention. I still have the last batch; I've stored them all in the cellar. There's no room for more..."

Wen Qinghe slapped her forehead; she had almost forgotten about this. Some things couldn't be brought into the open yet, but the cellar couldn't hold them all…

Her gaze unconsciously drifted towards the man outside the door, diligently shoveling snow…

...

Two hours later.

Wen Yunhuai looked at the underground space, which was several times larger than the small cellar he had dug before, and his eyebrows twitched.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call this an underground warehouse.

This room was filled with supplies by her own little darling.

Eating and drinking to one's heart's content for a year or two would certainly not be a problem.

Wen Yunhuai kept saying it was too much, but his eyes unconsciously drifted to the several boxes of dark jars neatly stacked in the corner of the basement, and he felt a little pleased inside.

That's just his taste!

His precious daughter is so thoughtful~

...

The couple did not stay long this time; their brief reunion will be a source of comfort for a long time to come, and things are slowly getting better.

With the year-end approaching, the two returned home after visiting Wen's father.

After returning, it was almost New Year's Eve, the first New Year the two of them spent together.

This is of great significance to Yan Xiao.

In that year, he found a sweet and beautiful wife, a warm little home, and deep bonds.

In previous years, he would watch as other families enjoyed their homes brightly lit and filled with joy, while he himself remained alone and desolate.

Now, because of Qingqing's arrival, his world has become more colorful.

...

The Spring Festival couplets were written by Wen Qinghe.

The paste was made by Yan Xiao himself using a little glutinous rice flour paste.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a tall and sturdy figure brushed steaming hot paste onto the door frame, and then a small, delicate hand handed over red couplet paper.

The two figures, one large and one small, cast harmonious shadows on the adjacent courtyard wall.

Wen Qinghe felt a great sense of accomplishment at this moment, as it was the first time she had truly participated in such a universally celebrated festival.

Beautiful red paper-cuts were pasted on all the windows, and red lanterns were lit on the pavilion frame in the courtyard.

The atmosphere is full of the spirit of the New Year.

Although there were no fireworks, they happily set off firecrackers.

In the evening, Wen Qinghe took out her tablet, which contained nearly twenty years' worth of downloaded Spring Festival Gala videos.

They're all just interesting skits and love songs praising the motherland.

All of these demonstrate the nation's future prosperity and strength.

All of this was new and exciting for Yan Xiao.

A sense of pride welled up inside him.

Since meeting Qingqing, life has become more and more hopeful. Life has become more exciting.

Sure enough, this is only a temporary predicament, and their country will get better and better in the future.

...

On the solid wood bed, some unknown object had somehow gotten mixed into the thin down comforter.

The quilt was noticeably undulating.

The cloud-thin blanket concealed the workout session under the covers.

Yan Xiao, panting heavily and speaking in a hoarse voice, moved closer to the girl's fair neck.

"Does this count as...#&1n...?"

I don't know what he whispered in her ear.

This caused the girl beneath him to blush deeply, her ears turning bright red, and even her face to flush with an alluring blush…

"You...you're shameless..."

In my arms was the little one's dissatisfied complaint.

Her face was burning hot, and before she could even feel embarrassed or annoyed by the man's increasingly lewd remarks, he led her into a more wondrous world...

This wasn't the first time I'd had such a tiring night, but it was the first time I'd done it all in a year...

The man's strange competitive spirit held him back until the first rooster crowed on the first day of the Lunar New Year, before he finally relaxed and fell into a deep sleep, holding his precious baby in his arms.

...