Wen Shuqiao stared at those words, and for some reason, her emotions suddenly surged.
It appeared out of nowhere, without warning.
In my past life, in the orphanage, the director would give out lucky money every Lunar New Year, usually two yuan, which I could use freely to buy whatever I wanted.
For children who have no parents, two yuan of New Year's money can be considered a luxury.
Back then, two yuan could buy a handful of candy, two pens, and could be saved up to accumulate into a larger sum.
However, the custom of giving New Year's money didn't last long. Later, as more children were adopted by orphanages, the custom of giving New Year's money was naturally abolished.
Besides, she's grown up now and doesn't need New Year's money anymore.
But she never expected that on her first New Year in this world, she would receive a thick stack of lucky money.
This feeling is complex and hard to describe.
Can Can was initially very happy, but seeing her aunt's expression, she reached out and touched her face with concern: "Auntie, what's wrong?"
He leaned closer, pressed his face against hers, and asked with concern, "Auntie, why are you unhappy?"
Wen Shuqiao snapped out of her reverie and turned slightly to pull him into her arms: "Auntie isn't unhappy, Auntie is very happy, but Auntie forgot to prepare a red envelope for Uncle."
"So that's what you were worried about!" Can Can was relieved. He said, "Uncle said he's the oldest among the three of us, and you and I are just kids. Adults are supposed to give kids lucky money!"
Wen Shuqiao pinched his ear: "Did your uncle say that, or did you say it?"
"Of course it's Uncle!" Can Can's chubby arms pressed against Wen Shu Qiao's collarbone, hugging her neck, and whispered in her ear, "I'll thank Uncle for you, hehe."
He thanked his uncle when he took it out!
Wen Shuqiao felt soft-hearted. She placed the red envelope on the bedside table and then whispered in Can Can's ear, "Then I'll thank you too, baby. Now I'm going to send a message to my uncle."
Can Can stood next to her, watching Wen Shu Qiao open Shen Jia Zhou's WeChat and quickly type a few words on the screen before sending them.
*
After taking a shower and drying his hair, Shen Jiazhou applied some "preservatives" to his face before lifting the covers and lying down.
She picked up her phone, intending to see if Gu Xingyuan had replied to her message, but saw that Wen Shuqiao had sent her a message fifteen minutes earlier.
[Wen Shuqiao: Thank you, President Shen! Happy Chinese New Year! May you make a fortune!]
Shen Jiazhou tapped the message with his finger, not even realizing that the corners of his mouth were turned up.
He replied, "Little Shuqiao, you're too kind. I'm an adult; it's what I should do."
Wen Shuqiao didn't answer, and it was unclear whether she had already gone to sleep, as it was already quite late.
Shen Jiazhou stared at their interfaces for a while before finally exiting the chat window. He scrolled down and saw that Gu Xingyuan had also replied to the message.
[Shen Jiaju: What do you think of my temper?]
Gu Xingyuan: Poor.
Shen Jiazhou's expression instantly returned to normal, and he coldly replied with a question mark.
This time, Gu Xingyuan quickly replied: "Extremely bad."
Shen Jiazhou: ...
I've blocked you.
What kind of person is he? He's like a lunatic! What's wrong with his temper?
Shen Jiazhou exited WeChat expressionlessly, and the next second, Gu Xingyuan called.
Shen Jiazhou hung up without thinking, but Gu Xingyuan called again soon after, as if he wouldn't give up until he answered.
Today is Lunar New Year's Eve, and Shen Jiazhou is in a good mood. After thinking for a moment, he felt that he should be more tolerant of Gu Xingyuan.
So he answered the phone.
As soon as the call connected, Gu Xingyuan said, "Seriously, buddy? Didn't you ask me yourself? Can't I tell the truth?"
Shen Jiazhou said, "Nonsense."
"Are you crazy?" Gu Xingyuan cursed. "Why are you asking yourself if you have a good temper for no reason? What's wrong with you? Who said anything about you? The thing is, you actually took it to heart!"
As expected, you see everything if you live long enough. First there was Shen Jiazhou displaying his peacock-like plumage, and then there was Shen Jiazhou's extraordinary concern.
Shen Jiazhou coughed lightly, considering whether or not to speak.
Gu Xingyuan said on the other end of the phone, "What are you dawdling about? Spit it out, I'm in a hurry to video chat with Mingxue."
"Vulgar," Shen Jiazhou said. "How could Yu Mingxue have fallen for you with that mouth of yours?"
"Hehe, that's much better than your words. Girls like sweet talkers. What do you, a straight man, know?" Gu Xingyuan wanted to roll his eyes, but then remembered that Shen Jiazhou couldn't see him, so he withdrew his eye roll and continued, "Are you sure you want something? If not, I'm hanging up."
Shen Jiazhou's tone was a little soft, and he was a bit hesitant: "It's nothing, it's just that I flipped the table today, and when I told Shuqiao, she thought I had a bad temper."
"Oh, oh, oh." Gu Xingyuan asked in confusion, "Wasn't the table in the old house custom-made from rosewood? How did you flip it? Are you a strongman?"
Shen Jiazhou pursed his lips slightly and didn't hide anything: "Just tear off the tablecloth."
"Amazing," Gu Xingyuan commented. "It should have been overturned long ago."
At this point, Gu Xingyuan felt something was off: "What did you say next?"
How did he hear Shu Qiao's name?
“…” Shen Jiazhou said, “Get lost.”
He answered the phone for nothing.
Just as he was about to hang up the phone, he heard Gu Xingyuan say, "You said you had a good temper, huh?"
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