After taking a couple of steps with his hands behind his back, the little ancestor suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared at him with his dark, bright eyes.

"Another kiss wouldn't be out of the question..." Her little face was blatantly filled with scheming and calculation.

"..."

Yan Shao was momentarily confused as to why his son had suddenly become so agreeable.

"You said it yourself, one kiss equals one red envelope. You kissed me this morning, so if you kiss me again now, that's two red envelopes!"

Young Master Zizai is currently frantically and actively collecting red envelopes for his model warship, having finally found a quick way to make money.

The little guy's eyes blinked, making no attempt to hide his scheming towards Young Master Yan's bulging wallet.

Yan Shao finally understood what the little guy was planning. He half-squatted down and brought his face closer, "Okay, a kiss and a red envelope!"

The little guy became wary again, took two steps back, and stretched out his little hand in front of Yan Shao, "Give me the one from this morning first!"

The implication is that in his mind, Young Master Yan is already synonymous with an old swindler, with no credibility whatsoever. Therefore, a cash-on-delivery payment method must be adopted, with no option for credit.

Yan Shao was both annoyed and amused. When did he become someone who loved to renege on debts in the little guy's eyes?

Helpless, I took out the red envelope I had promised to give the little guy from my bag and placed it in his chubby little palm. "Here, this one is from this morning!"

The little guy's eyes lit up when he saw the red envelope, and he couldn't stop smiling. He weighed the envelope in his hand, as if to check its weight, and then stuffed it into the big pocket of his overalls with satisfaction. He looked up at Yan Shao and beckoned him over.

Young Master Yan had never been summoned and dismissed so casually by anyone before. Yet, faced with the scheming little fox in front of him, he willingly leaned his face closer.

All things considered, Yan Yan actually got a good deal by exchanging a red envelope for a kiss from his precious son!

The young master's thoughts were exactly the same as his father's. Therefore, even when the young master kissed him, it was in a condescending manner. He pouted slightly and lightly brushed Yan Shao's face like a dragonfly skimming the water, and that was considered a kiss.

Grandpa Yan was not very satisfied. He had gone through so much trouble to win her over, how could he just treat her so casually?

He looked at the young master with dissatisfaction, pointing to the face that had just been rubbed, "Hey, you need to press harder when you stamp it, it's too light, it's not noticeable!"

The young master glared at him with disdain, but reluctantly brought his face closer again. Perhaps afraid that the red envelope he had already received would fly away, the little guy kissed him much harder this time. His little hands even subconsciously rose up and wrapped around Yan Shao's neck. His little mouth pressed against Yan Shao's cheek, making a "pop pop" sound.

Yan Shao was satisfied now. He wrapped his big arm around the little guy's soft body and took the opportunity to pinch the little guy's plump little bottom!

Hmm, it feels bouncy and springy to the touch. This free gift is pretty good!

No matter how clever the little guy is, in front of that old fox Young Master Yan, he's nothing more than a completely insignificant nobody.

In the blink of an eye, the old fox had figured out his little scheme completely.

The little guy thought he had found a shortcut to making money and secretly drank his cola. Young Master Yan took the opportunity to take advantage of him. Anyway, he had plenty of money, but his son's kisses were not something he could just get whenever he wanted!

About ten minutes later, Zhu Qianying, who was concentrating on her new idea in the guest room, was suddenly startled by a loud "bang" and almost fell off her chair.

"Mommy, Mommy, come quick!"

Before she could turn around, she heard her precious son shouting loudly. A moment later, the shouting boy rushed in front of her and playfully stuck out his little belly in front of Zhu Qianying.

Zhu Qianying glanced down at his bulging little belly, assuming he had overeaten again, and reached out to pat it.

"You little glutton, what delicious treat have you been stealing this time?"

The little guy grinned mischievously, "No way!"

As she spoke, she reached out her little hand and grabbed Zhu Qianying's hand, reaching into her big pocket.

Zhu Qianying clearly felt the stacks of paper-like things inside. She took one out and saw that it was a bright red envelope.

"Huh? Who gave me this red envelope?" Zhu Qianying knew that the little guy was particularly interested in red envelopes today, wondering if he was planning to buy some new toys or something.

The little guy then smugly pulled out a stack of red envelopes from his pocket, waved them in front of Zhu Qianying's eyes, and said, "Mommy, look, all of this is what Zizai just earned from that old swindler. It's all for you!"

Zhu Qianying didn't react for a moment. Who was the "old swindler" the little guy was referring to? "Old swindler? Who?"

The little guy pouted impatiently, "Who else? It's that old...old bastard!"

Recently, the little guy seems to have been a bit hesitant about how to address Young Master Yan.

Zhu Qianying didn't intend to remind him of this.

A child's thinking should be guided and corrected gradually, rather than forcibly changed.

In Zhu Qianying's view, this change in the little guy was quite pleasing.

"Mommy, look! I earned ten big red envelopes from that old swindler!"

The little guy proudly spread the red envelopes out on Zhu Qianying's computer desk, counted them, and then casually announced the number.

Zhu Qianying wanted to laugh. This little guy kept calling her an old liar, but little did he know that his own practice of exchanging kisses for red envelopes was also a liar's act. So, if Young Master Yan was an old liar, then this little guy was a little liar!

Zhu Qianying suppressed a laugh, glanced at the pile of bright red envelopes on the table, and patted the little guy's head. "Zizai, you've saved up so many red envelopes, are you planning to buy some kind of treasure?"

Zhu Qianying has her own favorite things, so she never interferes with her son's interests and preferences.

The little guy nodded, then quickly shook his head, "Mommy, I don't want to buy any treasures."

As he spoke, he picked up the two red envelopes and put them back in his pocket. "These two are for Zizai to keep as pocket money."

Then, he carefully folded the remaining eight red envelopes and stuffed them into Zhu Qianying's hand, speaking in a serious tone.

"Mommy, these are for you to use, so you won't have to work so hard to earn money!"

Zhu Qianying clutched the heavy stack of red envelopes, her eyes welling up with tears. She quickly buried her head in the little guy's shoulder and rubbed against him, then said in a heavy nasal voice.

"Mmm, thank you, baby..."