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Since returning, Zhu Qianying has been reluctant to set foot in any corner of the Yan family's home, because she might accidentally wander into some old memories.
But her son was so excited that he kept pulling her along, saying he wanted to see the bird's nest. She didn't want to spoil his fun, so she had no choice but to go with him into the woods.
There are many osmanthus trees in this grove. Five years ago, these osmanthus trees were just saplings that only reached her shoulders. Now, these osmanthus trees have lush branches and leaves, and she only reaches half the height of the tree when she stands under it.
Presumably, when the flowers bloom, the fragrance of this large area of osmanthus will fill the entire garden.
In her mind, memories of those harmonious and loving days after their marriage naturally surfaced. One day, after dinner, the usually busy young master Yan surprisingly offered to accompany her for a walk. The two of them walked to this place, and she was quite curious at the time.
"Young Master Yan, does Dad prefer osmanthus or Mom? Why are there so many..."
"It's Mom!"
"That's wonderful! In July and August, the osmanthus flowers bloom, and we can pick some to make osmanthus cakes!"
"Can you do it?"
"Of course, don't you even know who my mother is?"
"Yes, make it for me then!"
"good!"
Back then, I was adorably naive. After my walk, I would immediately call my mom and write down a bunch of tips for making osmanthus cake. Little did I know that those tips would be useless to me forever.
Or, to be more precise, the good intentions of eagerly trying to please one's loved one have become useless.
"Mommy, Mommy, look, the little bird is up there!"
The little bird's clear chirping pulled Zhu Qianying back to reality. She looked up and saw a small bird's nest, about the size of a palm, hidden among the lush foliage of the osmanthus tree not far away.
I have to say, the little guy has pretty sharp eyes!
"Zizai, you're amazing! How did you find them?"
Zhu Qianying subconsciously lowered her voice, tiptoed slightly, and peeked over to take a closer look. She could then see two or three baby birds in the nest that hadn't even grown any feathers yet.
"The mother bird is feeding them worms..." Zizai said, and tried to see the baby birds by standing on tiptoe like Zhu Qianying, but he couldn't see anything from that height. So he tugged at Zhu Qianying's arm anxiously, "Mommy, Zizai wants to see!"
Zhu Qianying bent down and picked up the little guy. The little guy peeked over to take a closer look, and when he saw the little bird chicks with their bodies bare, a smile and joy appeared on his face. However, he covered his mouth with his hand, probably because he was afraid that he might make a sound and scare the little birds.
The dog, which had just recovered from a cold, stood obediently at Zhu Qianying's feet, tilting its head back, wagging its tail, and gazing longingly at its little owner.
Zhu Qianying held him for a while, but the heavy weight made her a little unable to support herself, so she put the little guy down, shook her hands, and pinched his pert bottom teasingly.
"Honey, you really look like you've gained weight!"
Zizai now seemed completely unconcerned, "Hehe, Grandma said, Little Fatty is not bad either!"
Zhu Qianying chuckled to herself. This little guy just can't control his mouth!
They even said that chubby kids aren't bad!
"Really! Grandma said that whether someone is handsome or not depends on their face! Look, Zizai's face can kill everyone!" The little guy said, raising his V-sign and making a cute pose for Zhu Qianying.
Zhu Qianying was too exhausted to even comment on her son's narcissistic and arrogant abilities. In any case, he had reached a level that she, a mere mortal, could not even look up to, but could only worship.
So, Zhu Qianying took her precious son, who had a face that could outshine anyone, and Xingxing for a stroll in the garden. When they returned to the house, the only working person, Young Master Yan, had already eaten breakfast and gone to work.
"Mommy, are those lanterns to be hung outside the front door?"
While eating breakfast, the little guy kept glancing at the maids outside who were busy arranging the house.
"Yes, tomorrow is New Year's Eve, so of course we should decorate the house beautifully and festively!" Old Madam Yan gave Zhu Qianying the answer first.
This was the little guy's first time celebrating Chinese New Year in China, and his impression of the holiday was limited to New Year's Eve when his grandmother would cook lots and lots of delicious food, and then his grandmother and mother would give him two lucky red envelopes before he went to bed. The next morning, he would receive two more big red envelopes. Other than that, he had no other impressions.
"So, tomorrow night, Grandpa and Grandma, will you give Zizai a red envelope like Grandma and Mommy do?"
The little guy was really interested in the red envelope because he had seen a model warship at his older brother's place in Beijing a few days ago. He loved it so much, but he knew it must be very expensive, so he didn't plan to ask his mom for one.
Now, he started to think to himself, if his grandparents and mother-in-law gave him red envelopes, plus the red envelope his father, who had recently become less annoying, had promised to give him, he could buy that warship model. How wonderful that would be!
He had no idea that, not to mention his father, Young Master Yan's, net worth, his own assets, calculated from the shares his grandparents had secretly transferred to his name a while ago, were already more than those of many wealthy people!
Not to mention that in the will that Yanbo and his wife revised after he returned, he was designated as the sole heir to their existing assets. In the years to come, no one can estimate how enormous his assets will be.
But let alone the fact that he was completely unaware of all this, even if he did know that he was a little tycoon, for a child who was only four years old, all those huge shares and huge inheritances were just abstract concepts. They were not as real and exciting as receiving a red envelope containing hundreds or thousands of yuan.
At this moment, Yan Bo, who once controlled a large part of the country's economic lifeline, couldn't help but happily pick up his beloved grandson and give him a big peck on his lap when he heard his grandson's adorable words.
"Of course! Zizai is our most precious treasure, how could we not give him a red envelope?"
Upon hearing this, the little guy immediately grinned and said, "Thank you, Grandpa and Grandma!" His expression became even more vivid and bright.
Yan Bo was deeply moved. He still remembered that when his son Yan Han grew to this age, he already knew that he was the young master who would inherit the family business in the future. Therefore, he didn't care much about money or people, let alone cherish or strive for them.
But this little grandson is different. For him, a red envelope is enough to make him beam with joy. This kind of simple happiness is something that his son, who has lived a life of luxury since childhood, has never experienced.
This grandson made him, the grandfather, realize that for children, inner peace is far more important than financial wealth.
[May 15th is almost here! I hope to continue my efforts to climb the 515 Red Envelope Ranking, and on May 15th, I can give back to readers with a red envelope rain and promote my work. Every little bit helps, and I'll definitely update harder!]
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