Chapter 48: Yarn Gifts & Snowball Fight & Chinese New Year...
She even had the nerve to ask why she hated him.
So you don't remember any of the shady things you did?
Wait a minute, could he be secretly recording this on his phone to frame me?
The more Luo Yunqing thought about it, the more likely this possibility seemed.
Trying to get information out of him? Dream on!
“Nephew, instead of thinking about this and that, why don’t you—” Luo Yunqing stretched out a finger and disdainfully traced it from his head to his feet, “look at yourself and find the reason. What did you do to deserve such a great retribution?”
If someone can't even remember what they've done, how can he expect them to suddenly realize their mistakes?
Stop joking.
Even if you present the evidence to this kind of person, they will only make excuses.
Talking to him is a complete waste of time.
Let's go pick up Pei Yanli, and while we're at it, let's take this scarf...
"Whether it's retribution or not, you and I both know the answer." He didn't admit it, which didn't surprise Pei Hengzhi. "But there's one thing I still can't understand."
Initially, he was hostile towards him, which could be attributed to Xiaoxue, but in racing, even a slight mistake could endanger himself.
This is definitely not a spur-of-the-moment decision.
It's even less likely to be because of the photo incident.
After that, he provoked him, and it was obvious that he wasn't a novice.
Let's set those aside.
He clenched his fist tightly. "You did this for Second Uncle."
Luo Yunqing: Oh! I already know, why ask such nonsense?
"Is Second Uncle really that good? Is he worth all that you did for him!" Pei Hengzhi became increasingly agitated at the end, inadvertently gasping for breath and coughing incessantly.
She's just a little smarter and has better work skills. Besides those, what else is good about Pei Yanli?
She clenched her fist, then relaxed it, then clenched it again. Remembering Chen Zhao's words, telling him to avoid trouble during the New Year, Luo Yunqing turned around with a faint smile and said, "He's good-looking."
Great, it looks good!
Just because of this?
While he was stunned by those words, Luo Yunqing strode confidently toward the old man's courtyard.
Just then, Pei Yanli was pushed out the door by Steward Zhang.
"The young master is here."
Luo Yunqing nodded and stepped forward.
"What's that in your hand?" Butler Zhang noticed the scarf draped over his arm.
But clearly Second Master was already wearing one around his neck.
"This is for Dad." Luo Yunqing folded the scarf and handed it over. "Luckily, it was finished before the New Year."
"You knitted this!" Butler Zhang exclaimed in surprise. "Young master, you are so skillful. I'll take it to the master right away; he'll surely like it."
"Wait, there's more." Luo Yunqing looked down and pulled a pair of woolen gloves from her coat pocket. "These are for you, Uncle Zhang, um... a New Year's gift."
"I have one too?" Butler Zhang was extremely incredulous.
He could understand giving it to the head of the family; after all, this was his first New Year in the Pei family, and it wouldn't be surprising if he made a scarf to sell well. But why give it to him?
"Uncle Zhang, please accept it."
Just as he was hesitating, Pei Yanli spoke up at the opportune moment.
He then stopped refusing, saying, "Thank you very much, young sir."
He watched the two walk away, then turned back.
As soon as he entered the room, the old man came over and stared intently at the scarf in his hand.
“The young master gave it to you; it was hand-knitted by him.”
“I heard you.”
The old man had been listening intently by the window, so there was no need for him to repeat himself. He took the bright red scarf, wrapped it around his neck, and asked smugly, "How is it?"
Butler Zhang: "...It's fine."
What else could he say besides that?
"You're secretly badmouthing me again, aren't you?" Whenever his decades-old friend put on that ambiguous smile, the old man knew exactly what was going on.
Butler Zhang immediately suppressed his smirk and couldn't help but sigh, "Young Master is quite adept at handling things."
The old man also has pure handmade cashmere scarves of a higher grade than this, but the key is that it was knitted by Luo Yunqing himself.
Even if it's just ordinary yarn, the sentiment behind it is far more valuable than those expensive gifts.
"It's good that he knows how to handle things." He could see it, so how could the old man not? "He knows how to handle things and how to get along with people. When Xiao Li becomes the head of the family in the future, he can also help out."
"You've made up your mind?" Butler Zhang had a premonition ever since he brought Second Master over today to discuss something, but then, "What about First Master..."
Mentioning his eldest son instantly dispelled his good mood. The old man couldn't help but sigh, "Just look at his house. He can't even manage a small family properly. Do you think I'd dare give him the Pei family? Let my eldest son's wife lead the Pei family?"
Twenty years ago, if his eldest son hadn't argued with him and had instead married the youngest daughter of the Tang family through a marriage alliance, he might have considered it. But now, absolutely not.
Two-faced, selfish, does she really think she doesn't know how she's treated Xiao Li all these years? And how did she even get into the Pei family in the first place?
"It's good that Xiao Heng is awake now. If the eldest brother is smart enough not to let his wife cause trouble again, I can say a few words on his behalf when Xiao Li officially takes office. But if... sigh!"
The old man didn't say the rest, nor was it necessary to say it again.
If you can't grasp the current situation, you'll only end up suffering the consequences.
…………
Although it was cold outside, there was snow everywhere, which had just fallen.
On the way back, Luo Yunqing deliberately took a detour twice, showing no sign of being affected by what had happened before.
"I was wondering why you've been knitting these past few days." Pei Yanli only found out now, "So it was for Father and Uncle Zhang."
"Listen, listen." A hand was placed near her ear, and Luo Yunqing twitched her frostbitten nose slightly. "What, does it smell sour?"
Pei Yanli was both amused and exasperated: "I didn't."
"real?"
“…Okay.” He admitted, “There is a little bit.”
"Oh~ So, Brother Yanli is jealous." Luo Yunqing pressed her cheek against his and rubbed it lightly with a grin. "Don't worry, you have what others have, and it's bigger than others'."
What is it?
"I'll tell you when we get back."
After wandering around for a while, Luo Yunqing pushed him back to the courtyard. Seeing that the snow in the courtyard was quite thick, she immediately stopped, squatted down, and rolled two snowballs.
"Xiao Luo, don't you want your chilblains to heal?" Pei Yanli quickly drove her wheelchair over.
Before I could even reach out, a snowball came hurtling towards me.
*Thud!* It scattered and landed all over my face and body.
"Xiao, Luo."
No sooner had he spoken than another snowball came hurtling down...
After arranging things at the company, Chen Zhao pulled a cart full of sparklers and was about to enter the yard when he saw the two of them throwing snowballs at each other.
He can understand the boss's wife, but why is the boss also acting recklessly?
Chen Zhao couldn't help but rub his forehead and close his eyes, unable to bear to look.
He hadn't even been pretending to be serious for three seconds when he suddenly felt a chill on his face.
He silently brushed the remaining snow from his face, thinking: This must have been an accidental injury.
Snap!
*Smack!*
...Accidental injury my foot!
Without saying a word, Chen Zhao put down the cart, rolled it to the left and then to the right, creating a super-duper large snowball that he held high in the air.
"You fouled! Who would use such a big ball to hit someone?" Luo Yunqing quickly dodged to the side.
Secretary Chen didn't have the courage to actually hit her boss, so she specifically targeted him, looking completely innocent: "How did I break the rules? Nobody told me what the rules were! Boss lady, catch this!"
After saying that, he threw it out.
Luo Yunqing suddenly smiled, dodged to the side, and the snowball hit the person behind him who couldn't dodge in time.
Chen Zhao immediately screamed in fright: "Boss!!!"
"Oh dear, you're doomed." Luo Yunqing stood to the side, hands on hips, gloating. "You're going to get your wages docked."
Chen Zhao was so angry that his teeth itched. He turned around and went back to rolling the snowball. He glanced unintentionally at the outside of the courtyard and saw Pei Hengzhi turn around and leave in his wheelchair.
How long has he been here?
…………
After playing for nearly an hour, the game ended with Luo Yunqing raising her hands in surrender.
He quickly went back inside to change into clean clothes. Pei Yanli wiped his red palms and asked, "Are you happy now?"
Luo Yunqing: "Mm!"
Back in the orphanage, he would have snowball fights with his younger, healthier siblings during the winter.
Even if you're shivering from the cold afterwards, you're happy at that moment.
Is my husband unhappy?
"I'm happy." Pei Yanli breathed on his hands to warm them. "I'm even happier with you here."
Those words sound comforting.
Luo Yunqing raised an eyebrow happily, "By the way."
After wiping his hands, he ran to open the wardrobe, pulled out a piece of clothing from the bottom, and mysteriously hid it behind his back.
Pei Yanli had already spotted a hint of red.
"Clang, clang, clang!" Luo Yunqing then shook it out.
A high-necked chunky knit sweater.
Pei Yanli: "This is... something you wove!"
"Of course." Luo Yunqing raised her chin high. "Just tell me, isn't it bigger than the others!"
"It's big."
I've been knitting by his side for the past few days, occasionally glancing at it. I see it's a scarf, so I don't think much of it anymore.
It turns out there was such a big sweater hidden inside.
"How come I had no idea?" Pei Yanli pulled him and the clothes into her arms. "You knitted this behind my back, didn't you?"
“This is called a surprise,” Luo Yunqing said righteously.
If he sees it, can it still be called a surprise?
"How's this surprise? Do you like it?" Isn't it much better than a racing car?
"I love it, I love it so much." Pei Yanli nuzzled his nose. "My wife is so good."
"Then why don't you hurry up and try it on?"
Pei Yanli then took off her sweater and put it on. It was just the right size, and the high collar was gathered up so it wouldn't choke her.
"Does my wife know my size?"
“What’s so difficult about that? Just measure with your fingers, it’s easy,” Luo Yunqing said, gesturing with her hand over his body.
"That's amazing." Pei Yanli hugged and kissed him. "I thought it was the gloves on the table."
She saw it when she woke up in the morning and thought it was for her, but he didn't mention it for a long time, so Pei Yanli just assumed that he planned to give it to her that night and pretended not to know.
Unexpectedly, he had already hidden the real gift.
So who does he plan to give the remaining pair of gloves to?
“Chen Zhao,” Luo Yunqing counted on her fingers, “Father, Uncle Zhang, husband, and Chen Zhao, he specially found these yarns.”
Although Chen Zhao was called a secretary, he was no different from a family member.
Besides, I even pranked him with a snowball in the afternoon.
Consider this an apology.
"...Does the landlady really think that such a small thing can make up for what happened this afternoon?" Chen Zhao took it and waved it around nonchalantly.
"You don't want it?" Luo Yunqing blinked. "Then... give it back to me."
The gloves, which had been dangling back and forth, were quickly stuffed into his pocket. Chen Zhao turned his head and coughed lightly, "There's no reason to take back what's given away."
"Oh." Luo Yunqing knew exactly what he was thinking. "If you like it, then so be it."
Chen Zhao nodded subconsciously, then nodded twice before realizing what he had said. He scratched his cheek awkwardly and quickly changed the subject: "Oh right, when we were in the courtyard, I saw Pei Hengzhi. Didn't he just wake up? What was he doing running over there?"
"Who knows?" Luo Yunqing shrugged, equally puzzled.
How did you fall off the cliff and actually damage your brain?
No, I need to find him something to do.
"Come here." He beckoned to Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao: "What are you planning to do now?"
"We should at least tell him about our future young mistress."
Chen Zhao: "..."
This is because they're afraid of making people angry to death.
"And another thing," Luo Yunqing said, pressing her lips to her mouth as she pondered for a moment, "Our young master has woken up. Such a big matter, shouldn't we have informed the other party?"
"Boss lady..." Chen Zhao suddenly felt that the gloves in his pocket were a little hot. "You're really enjoying the show, aren't you?"
"The New Year should be celebrated in a lively and festive manner."
Chen Zhao: Is this how it's supposed to be lively?
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