After Gu Nanyan's repeated assurances and multiple layers of security, Shen Bei'an finally agreed, though his expression was still not very pleasant.
“Dad…” Ah Shen leaned closer to Shen Beian and gently tugged at Shen Beian’s sleeve. “Dad… don’t be angry.”
“Dad…” A-Jin chimed in, “We just want to try…Dad…”
"Don't call me 'Dad,' call me 'Mom.'" Shen Bei'an's face was ashen. "Since you've already made up your minds, why are you asking me?"
"Daddy, Daddy..." The two little ones knew their father's temperament well and kept calling out to Shen Beian.
This kind of treatment is unprecedented in the Gu family.
"Alright," Shen Beian finally couldn't take it anymore, "Everyone needs to write a 3000-word self-criticism when you get back." He threw down those words and boarded the plane.
“Mom…” The two looked at Gu Nanyan.
3000 words!
According to the Gu family's rules, punishment for writing involves both hard and soft writing.
And this is almost Chinese New Year, 3000 words!
Gu Nanyan sighed, "Write it." He patted the two of them on the shoulder with great sympathy, "Drive carefully."
"Sister!" Ah Shen looked at Ah Jin, "I don't want to write..."
He looked aggrieved; writing was his least favorite thing to do!
A-Jin patted A-Shen on the shoulder, "Keep it up, your regular script really has a lot to do."
Ah Shen felt something was off. It seemed like it was his sister's idea to drive back by herself in the first place, right?
No, that's not right. My sister only mentioned it briefly; he was the one who brought it up first.
But it's 3000 words!
As Gu Nanyan and his family members gradually got married, the number of children in the Yuan generation in the family also increased.
As the eldest and second eldest brother, Ah-Jin and Ah-Shen were very polite, and the other children all enjoyed being with them.
"The association in Bei'an is doing a really good job," Old Master Gu said, launching into a praise session.
"Not at all, Grandpa, you flatter me." Shen Bei'an smiled as he smiled.
“Who says otherwise?” The others chimed in with their praise, one compliment after another, until Shen Bei’an blushed.
"Alright, my An'an is shy." Gu Nanyan said with a smile, picking up a piece of Dongpo pork for Shen Bei'an.
Madam Gu chuckled, "Look at our Yan'er, she hasn't changed a bit over the years." Her eyes were full of affection for her eldest granddaughter.
Gu Xiuhuang and Sheng Hualan visited the Sheng family this year; otherwise, Gu Xiuhuang would definitely have said something.
Everyone waited together until midnight.
"Three, two, one, Happy New Year!!!"
"Alright, alright, Happy New Year." Grandpa Gu and Grandma Gu, being the two most senior members of the family, naturally gave out red envelopes, and everyone else also prepared red envelopes of varying amounts.
The children of the Yuan generation received so many red envelopes that their hands were sore from receiving them.
On the bed, Gu Nanyan pulled Shen Bei'an into his arms.
"Happy New Year, An'an." She gently kissed the top of Shen Bei'an's head.
Shen Bei'an turned around and hugged Gu Nan'an, "Happy New Year, Nan'an! We'll be together every year from now on!"
"It definitely will."
"Oh no, Sister Tian sent out red envelopes in the group chat! I only managed to grab 8 yuan!!!" Shen Bei'an was almost in tears. Four people were trying to grab the red envelopes, how could he be so unlucky?!
Without saying a word, Gu Nanyan sent Shen Bei'an a red envelope separately, saying, "Eight yuan is fine too, I'll make it up to you as your wife."
Shen Beian cupped Gu Nanyan's face and gave him a firm kiss, "I love you, baby~"
The next second, I took a screenshot and sent it to the group.
This drew sighs from the other three.
Red envelopes were also being sent in Gu Nanyan's group chat.
Zou Bingjun also sent a red envelope, and Gu Nanyan was the last to grab it, receiving 8888.
She then sent it to Shen Bei'an, which earned her another kiss from Fifth Master Shen, who said, "I love Yan Yan the most~"
"I'm sharing my luck with you." Gu Nanyan lowered his head and placed a kiss on his lips.
Erlang Shen: Damn it, it has to be that bastard who stole most of it himself!
Jiao'er: You'll get used to it. When has Ziyan not been the biggest?
Arrogant Ghost: Hmm, perfect time to send a red envelope, hurry up and continue!
You bastard: Give it to An'an first, then we'll talk.
Tsundere: !! Who doesn't have a husband?!
Hua Yueli turned around and forwarded the 5.43 yuan red envelope she had managed to snag to Zhou Zhi, saying, "Baby, keep it!"
Send a screenshot to the group.
Others: Hehe
Zhou Zhi was helpless; what could he do about his own wife?
"Happy New Year!" Gu Nanyan sent a regular red envelope, the amount per person.
Embroiderer: The eldest son is so domineering!
Bo Le: The eldest son is so domineering!
...
Old man: Oh, I have more.
Erlang Shen: Of course, how could we forget you, Master?
Fu Muqian looked at the messages in the group chat and gently stroked the white hyacinth with its dark pattern on the bamboo-colored brocade robe.
"Jinghe, Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year." Cheng Yan leaned against Fu Mutian's chest, breathing heavily. Fu Mutian lowered her head and kissed his cheek. "Baby, Happy New Year." Her brows were full of contentment.
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Happy New Year! ! !
I wonder how well everyone received their red envelopes?
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