Mrs. He said, "How can you expect me to pay for your wife's hospitalization? Didn't you take the money for your sister's college entrance celebration? You can use it first."
He Ziqian was taken aback when his grandmother refused this time. After watching his mother leave quickly, he could only reluctantly pay the medical bills.
He Ziqian borrowed a car from the compound to pick her up and take her back. Feng Qianqian was wrapped up tightly, afraid of catching a chill.
Mother He and Sister-in-law He each carried a child, while He Zizhen carried large and small bags of pots and pans back home.
When they arrived at the compound, many people saw them return and greeted them with smiles, also coming to see the newborn.
They each prepared a red envelope and stuffed one into it. Soon, the two adorable children's bags were piled high with red envelopes, which made He Ziqian overjoyed.
Feng Qianqian's eyes lit up, thinking to herself that she could collect a lot of money as a gift!
Yun Jin happened to be home as well. When she saw them return, she only greeted Mother He once and then made no other comment.
Feng Qianqian shamelessly said, "Auntie, come and see your two nephews! They haven't met you yet!"
Yun Jin rolled her eyes: "I'm not a fairy, there's nothing to see."
He Ziqian laughed and said, "Auntie isn't a fairy, but she's still an elder. Everyone gave red envelopes, shouldn't Auntie reciprocate?"
Yun Jin glanced at her sideways: "Are you short of money?"
He Ziqian choked for a moment; "No, we don't need it."
"If you're not short of money, why are you begging from me?" Yun Jin retorted sarcastically. "Anyone who didn't know better would think you were begging for food!"
He Ziqian's face flushed red and then turned pale with humiliation.
Feng Qianqian immediately spoke up to defend He Ziqian: "Auntie, you've misunderstood. I know you're jealous because I have two sons and you only have one daughter, so you're unhappy with us."
"You're overthinking it. Even if you had ten or eight sons, I wouldn't be jealous. I just don't like you. Don't make the two kids hate each other, and don't belittle my daughter. Our little girl is a girl, and she's my precious child too, no less than a son!"
Little Rice Cake held her head high and nodded, "My mom is right, I'm excellent!"
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