"Hello, Mr. Gao!"

Lin Xiaoyu quickly greeted her with a smile.

But Gao Churou waved her hand, "It's too formal for you to call me that. Why don't you just call me 'Sister Rou' like Xiaoqian does?"

"Okay, Sister Rou!"

Lin Xiaoyu called out obediently.

But as she shouted, she gave Wang Qian a strange look.

Do you still remember Happy Tea?

Wang Qian explained at the opportune moment: "This project is the one I approached Sister Rou to invest in."

"I've heard you say that!"

Lin Xiaoyu said, "I hope you will take good care of me in business matters in the future, Sister Rou."

"Xiaoyu, you're giving me too much credit!"

Gao Churou shook her head and said with a wry smile, "Wang Qian is too shrewd when it comes to doing business. It's my honor that he asked me to invest. As for taking care of him, that's what I should be saying."

After exchanging pleasantries, Gao Churou walked away without saying anything more outrageous.

Wang Qian also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, he and Lin Xiaoyu moved among the crowd, sometimes offering toasts, sometimes inviting guests to the table for dinner, keeping them extremely busy.

As darkness fell, the guests left in twos and threes.

Wu Yanping, Li Guangsheng, and others also left one after another.

In the end, only their family and some neighbors were left to help clean up the mess.

The neighbor who helped with the bookkeeping checked it against his own account, and the final amount collected from the family was a staggering 2,347 yuan.

This number was far beyond Wang Qian's expectations.

"How can there be so many?"

Wang Yuanguang, who was standing next to him, was also shocked. "Other families who hold banquets might only accept two or three hundred yuan as a gift, which is considered a lot. How come our family is giving so much?"

Lu Aihua then asked, "Xiao Qian, is it because your business associates gave you more gifts?"

"Even if they gave a lot of gifts, there shouldn't be this much!" Wang Qian was also puzzled.

At this moment, Lin Xiaoyu picked up the ledger and quickly flipped through it.

After a moment, she said, "I know what's going on."

"What's wrong?"

Despite saying that, Wang Qian subconsciously moved closer.

Upon seeing this, he instantly understood.

The ledger shows several instances of gifts received that were quite large.

The largest sum was 1,314 yuan, and the name was Wu Yanping.

"Didn't she give you a red envelope? Why is she still remembering such a large sum of money as a gift?"

Wang Qian was shocked when he saw the amount.

The fact that Li Guangsheng, Zuo Hengyu, and Gao Churou each gave him 200 yuan as a gift was already a lot to him.

Liu Yanran, who left first, although she had ill intentions, still gave a gift of two hundred yuan.

But no matter how many there are, they can't compare to Wu Yanping's.

Such a large sum of money is an enormous amount for ordinary people.

"Yes, when we were in the living room, she had already given us a red envelope with two hundred yuan inside. When did she start keeping track of such a large sum of money as a gift?"

Lin Xiaoyu was equally baffled.

At this moment, the neighbor who was in charge of keeping the books for them said, "When you went to greet the other guests, Wu Yanping came to keep the books. This is all the books she wrote down."

"I see..."

Wang Qian was at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

Why bother if you've given so much money as a gift and are afraid of being found out?

But the thought of his relationship with Wu Yanping made him feel complicated.

Some time ago, he went to look for Wu Yanping, but couldn't find her. In his room on the third floor of the Love Hotel opposite the Pearl Hotel, he played the song that he wrote for Wu Yanping in college.

Only then did he successfully attract the other party's attention, which led to the later endorsement advertisement.

Perhaps in Wu Yanping's view, he wanted to win back the other person's heart.

But the fact that he has already married and had children after his resurgence will surely be another blow to Wu Yanping.

The feeling of falling from the clouds into the abyss of despair, and being mocked, must have made Wu Yanping extremely angry and resentful.

If it were him, he definitely wouldn't be able to accept it.

But Wu Yanping's demeanor today was unusually calm and incredibly rational.

The more this happened, the stronger his sense of guilt became.

Just now, Wu Yanping remembered such a large sum of money as a gift, 1,314 yuan.

This number may be unclear to others.

But he was reborn from the future.

Young people of that era understood this number all too well.

This number is used to represent Valentine's Day and for couples to express their feelings to each other.

It means forever!

Hasn't Wu Yanping already accepted the fact that she's married and has children?

Why leave behind such a meaningful gift?

What was she trying to express?

"Xiao Qian, please check the ledgers and money. If everything is correct, I'll go back and rest now!"

The voice of the person who helped him keep accounts came through.

"Oh, okay, thank you for your help today, Brother Zhong."

After exchanging pleasantries with the other party and seeing them off, Wang Qian tidied up briefly and headed towards his bedroom.

When she reached for the handrail, the door didn't open as usual.

It's locked from the inside.

"Xiaoyu, why did you lock it from the inside?" he asked instinctively.

"You can sleep on the sofa tonight!" Lin Xiaoyu's voice came from the bedroom.

Wang Qian's expression froze.

Sleeping on the sofa?

After a brief moment of surprise, a bitter smile appeared on Wang Qian's lips.

He guessed right.

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