Chapter 271 I Want to Beat This Little Bastard to Death

Jiang Hanyan simply calculated the auspicious days for the two of them, and quickly figured out a good day, "The 18th of the twelfth lunar month is the best day. If you get married on this day, the couple will definitely love each other, have many children and grandchildren, and a peaceful home."

Zhou's mother smiled so hard that she couldn't close her mouth. She said hurriedly, "Then let's do it on this day. The time is a bit tight, but it's not too late. I will personally organize it. It must be a grand ceremony in my hometown. All relatives and friends from all over the country will come to drink. You can also hold another one in Shanghai and invite your friends to drink. The betrothal gift must not be less. I will go back and discuss it with your sister."

The old lady who was a little sick before, now seemed to be full of energy, and was in a hurry to go home to celebrate the wedding with her eldest daughter. Zhou Yi was so amused that he advised: "Don't join in the fun, old man. I will take care of it."

"No matter how well you do it, I have to watch it myself. Okay, it's settled."

Zhou's mother was decisive and resolute. She didn't neglect the fact that it was Guan Yao's second marriage. She said that the wedding must be grand and all the necessary procedures must be followed. She also asked Guan Yao to make an appointment with her family so that she could visit them in person to discuss the details of the wedding.

The old lady's attitude made Guan Yao feel warm. She had originally thought that the wedding should be simple. After all, it was her second marriage and she was not young anymore, so she didn't want to make it too grand.

But the attitude of Zhou Yi and his mother made her very happy. No matter how old a woman is, she hopes to have a grand wedding, and Guan Yao is the same.

When Zhou's mother came, she looked sick, but when she left, she looked vigorous and energetic, at least 20 years younger. Jiang Hanyan saw them off to the door and joked, "Don't forget the invitation."

"I definitely won't forget." Zhou Yi was all smiles. Today was a real surprise. Treating his mother's illness turned into finding him a wife.

Guan Yao glared at him. She now suspected that Zhou Yi and his mother and Jiang Hanyan were in collusion. However, she was also very happy in her heart. The window paper was finally torn and everything came to fruition.

A few days later, Jiang Hanyan received a call from Guan Yao, asking her if she was interested in the auction.

"It's a charity auction organized by the Red Apple Foundation. It's held every year. There are a lot of auction items. If Miss Jiang is interested, I have an invitation here." Guan Yao asked with a smile.

Jiang Hanyan became interested as soon as she heard about the auction. She had heard of the Red Apple Foundation. It seemed to be a charity organization set up by some wealthy ladies in Shanghai to help disadvantaged groups. Although it was somewhat controversial, it did do some good deeds.

Moreover, the charity auctions held by the Red Apple Foundation are very high-end, no less than those held by professional auction houses. Every year, there are one or two auction items of considerable collectible value, unlike some charity auctions which are just gimmicks.

"Okay, I'd like to go and take a look. Can I bring my family with me?" Jiang Hanyan asked.

"Of course, I'll have someone send the invitation to you." Guan Yao said with a smile.

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Jiang Hanyan didn't hesitate to exchange a few words with Guan Yao before hanging up the phone.

The reason why Guan Yao had the invitation to the auction was because the auction invited stars from her company to perform on stage, and the Red Apple Fund and Tang Dynasty Company also had a cooperative relationship, so it was easy to get a few invitations.

The next night, Guan Yao sent someone to deliver two invitations. Jiang Hanyan and Lu Chen went together, and Doudou stayed at home to play. He was not interested in such occasions and would rather watch TV at home with Jin Shanshan.

The auction will be held in three days at the most luxurious hotel in Shanghai. Jiang Hanyan accepted the invitation and will go back with Lu Chen to attend on time. If there are auction items that suit their tastes, they will buy them; if not, forget it.

She would definitely not donate the money. It would be better for her to do good deeds herself than to donate to such charitable organizations. Many charitable organizations that claim to be public welfare organizations actually have tricks. In her previous life, Jiang Hanyan knew a very famous public welfare organization, a platform for donating money to poor patients. Many kind-hearted people donated money on the platform, and Jiang Hanyan herself also donated.

As a result, a few years later, it was revealed that this company was a profit-making organization, and within a few years the boss was on the Forbes rich list, earning hundreds of millions of yuan. Where did this money come from? After hearing this report, Jiang Hanyan was so angry that she couldn't eat. When she donated money, she was so poor that she could only eat instant noodles, but when she saw the pitiful people in the help message, she still donated 20 yuan, which was her three-day food allowance.

The result is that she is helping others. Her boss is a rich man, but she is still eating instant noodles. How infuriating!

From then on, Jiang Hanyan no longer believed in any charity organization and no longer donated a penny. If she wanted to do good deeds, she should do it herself and give the money and things to those who really needed help rather than to those so-called platforms.

Who knows whether the money is actually spent on the disadvantaged groups.

There were still two days before the auction. The temperature dropped drastically overnight. The next day was the weekend, and I heard a rustling sound on the roof early in the morning. Snow was falling outside, and the sand was as crystal clear as pearls. It melted instantly when I touched it in my hands.

Jiang Hanyan was still lying in bed and vaguely heard Doudou's excited cry. The little guy ran over to her excitedly and said that his little hands were frozen red, like a carrot.

"Aunt Jiang, look, it's snowing."

Doudou stretched out his hand, wanting to let Jiang Hanyan see the snow and sand in his palm. It was almost melting, and his palm was full of water and steaming. Jiang Hanyan felt cold all over. She was not interested in these things at all.

When it snows, she doesn’t associate it with any mood or elegance, she just feels cold.

"When you grow up, ask your uncle Lu to build a snowman for you."

Jiang Hanyan glanced at it perfunctorily, then got into bed and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt. She was puzzled. The doors and windows of the room were clearly closed, but why was there still wind blowing on her shoulders? "Aunt Jiang, go out and take a look. The snow is getting heavier."

After a while, Doudou ran in again. He was so happy and really wanted to share his happiness with his dear Aunt Jiang.

But Jiang Hanyan really didn't want this kind of happiness. She understood now that the cold wind was brought in by this little guy. The room had finally managed to keep up some warmth, but the little guy coming in and out dissipated all the heat and brought in a cold wind.

"No, I want to sleep."

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Jiang Hanyan covered her head with the quilt. Unless gold fell from the sky, she would never get up.

"Aunt Jiang, the snow is like goose feathers."

Doudou ran in for the third time, his little mouth chattering and his hands dripping with water, because he caught a lot of snow and wanted to show his dear Aunt Jiang, but the snow melted before he ran into the house.

"Ah...it's melting. Aunt Jiang, please go out and see! It's snowing heavily!"

Doudou wiped his hands on his body, reached into the quilt to pull Jiang Hanyan, wanting her to get up quickly to see the heavy snow.

Jiang Hanyan was not actually asleep, she just wanted to stay in bed a little longer. The cold little hand touched her face, freezing her to death. This was simply a torture from hell.

I really want to beat this little bastard to death! "Where the hell have you been, Lu Chen? Hurry up and take this little bastard out!"

Jiang Hanyan was going crazy. All the heat she had accumulated with great difficulty was frozen away by this bastard.

Lu Chen, who had just returned from buying breakfast, heard the resentful cry at the door. He shook his head helplessly, went into the house and dragged out the overly excited Doudou. He heard the phone ringing again, so he put down his breakfast and went to answer it.

"Hello, is this Miss Jiang? I'm Song Jinshu, the one selling jars in the antique market."

The man spoke cautiously, and there was a sense of embarrassment. Lu Chen remembered that Jiang Hanyan said the blue and white porcelain jar from the Yuan Dynasty could be sold for 800 million.

Continue tomorrow

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