It's terrible. Mr. Lu is too clingy.

The family stayed up all night until after midnight and then gradually dispersed and went back to their rooms to rest.

Xie Xingran took a shower and sat on the bed, counting the New Year's money they had received one by one.

Lu Ci also came out of the bathroom and saw this scene. An emotion called happiness suddenly overflowed in his chest.

He walked over and climbed onto the bed, hugged her from behind, and rested his chin on her round shoulders.

"Wife," he whispered, "let's have a wedding. Then we can receive more gifts, so much so that you won't be able to count them until your hands cramp."

Xie Xingran paused while counting the money, his eyes turned, and he turned his head to meet his affectionate gaze, and teased:

"Okay, but I like a Chinese wedding, the kind with red embroidered shoes."

When we first met, I could hear from his inner voice that he was afraid of ghosts, especially ghosts wearing red embroidered shoes.

Now that there is such a good opportunity, if I don’t scare him, I will feel really sorry for his ridiculous behavior towards her in front of the mirror last night.

As expected, Lu Ci was stunned for a moment, and his face quickly changed to show emotions of fear, embarrassment, compromise, and strength.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and nodded heavily: "Okay! As long as my wife likes it, let's do it Chinese style."

After saying this, I felt my blood boiling and couldn't wait to pick up my phone:

"Wife, let's start choosing a dress now."

Xie Xingran was a little disappointed that he hadn't succeeded in scaring him. He stopped him and took out a red envelope and placed it in his palm:

"We'll choose another day. Go to sleep tonight. Here, this is my New Year's gift for you. Remember to put it under your pillow."

Then he pushed the New Year's money given to him by other elders to his side, and the two of them received the same amount of New Year's money, without any favoritism.

Lu Ci also took the red envelope and counted it. The money was not much, but the number had a good meaning.

Five hundred and twenty yuan, he was so happy.

"Wife, I love you!" He flew over and hugged her, kissed her like a woodpecker, and then handed her the red envelope he had prepared, eight hundred and eighty-eight yuan.

Xie Xingran was also very satisfied with this figure. He lowered his head and counted the money and replied perfunctorily:

"Yeah, love you too."

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After New Year’s Eve comes the Spring Festival, which has always been a custom of worshiping ancestors and relatives.

So after accompanying Lu Ci to the cemetery to pay tribute to his father, the two returned to Qiaoba Village.

We took turns driving along the way. The closer we got to our destination, the colder the weather became, and we saw a lot of beautiful scenery covered with ice for thousands of miles.

At first glance, Qiaoba Village is covered in white. The accumulated snow weighs down the branches of the trees, making them droop low and unable to stand up straight.

When I opened the gate, what caught my eye was the yard covered in white snow because no one had cleaned it. I checked and found that the snow on the ground was five centimeters high.

Xie Xingran was thinking about how to walk in without getting his shoes wet, but the person next to him kept exclaiming.

Lu Ci sighed happily, then immediately took out his phone and took a few photos. He looked at her and said:

"Honey, honey, after we visit the grave, let's come back and build a snowman!"

After reviewing the luggage she brought and making sure she had gloves, she nodded, "Okay."

After putting away his phone, Lu Ci squatted down in front of her and said, "Wife, come up here. I'll carry you in."

"No thanks," she said.

"Yes, it's for use." Lu Ci also turned his head. I thought he would say something nice about not letting you get your shoes wet, but unexpectedly he said: "It's better not to destroy such a complete snow pile. This way you can build more snowmen."

Xie Xingran was silent for a while, holding back his anger and pressing heavily on his back.

But with her weight, Lu Ci easily stood up and picked up two suitcases.

Just like that, I walked step by step and entered the house.

Unexpectedly, just as they settled in, they heard a knock on the door.

Lu Ci was also cooking. Xie Xingran ran out as soon as he heard it. Before leaving, he was reminded:

"Wife, you have to step out of here in the same footprints I just left."

Xie Xingran snorted in dissatisfaction.

But she still followed his advice and walked slowly to the gate, following his previous footsteps.

Before opening the door, she asked cautiously, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Xingran, I'm Su Nianwan."

Xie Xingran frowned and asked unhappily, "What are you doing here?"

As she spoke, she opened the door and saw another person besides Su Nianwan, an old man.

The moment she saw the old man, Xie Xingran knew without even thinking that this was her so-called beastly grandfather.

Even though he was old, she could still vaguely see the similarities between his eyebrows and her scumbag father.

The old man looked at her, tears flashing in his eyes, his hand holding the crutch trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

This time, Xie Xingran not only frowned, but his face also darkened.

"You are not welcome here." She said and was about to close the door.

Su Nianwan quickly blocked the door and said in a harsh tone, "Director Xie, we have a cooperative relationship. As a courtesy, you should at least invite us in for a cup of hot tea. Don't you agree, Mr. Lu?"

Lu Ci stood at the kitchen door at some point, looking at them from afar with an unfathomable expression.

"Your name is Xingran, right? Your grandmother gave you this name, right?" Old Man Lu said with a kind expression, "She has always loved poetry..."

"You have no right to mention my grandmother." Xie Xingran interrupted him with a sharp tone.

Su Nianwan was extremely respectful to her grandfather, and seeing her being so rude, he frowned and was about to scold her.

But Lu Ci, who had already walked over, was the first to speak: "Wife, it's a waste of time to say anything more to them."

Finally, he slammed the door shut, ignoring the threat in Su Nianwan's words.

"Lu Ciye..." Su Nianwan narrowed her eyes, wanting to reveal something.

Fortunately, Old Man Lu sighed in time and said, "Forget it, Xiao Wan, let's come back another day. There's no need to rush."

Su Nianwan narrowed her eyes and obediently lifted the other person's arm: "Okay, Grandpa, let's go first."

Hearing this, Lu Ci's tense nerves relaxed, but when he turned around, he met Xie Xingran's inquiring eyes. His scalp went numb and his nerves tensed up again.

"Wife, why are you looking at me like that?"

Xie Xingran lowered his eyes and wanted to ask why Su Nianwan called your name just now. Are you familiar with each other?

But in the end, she still shook her head and said, "Nothing, hurry up and cook, I'm starving."

She didn't want to doubt him.

Once the barrier of trust is broken, it is difficult to repair it.

Lu Ci's brows relaxed as well, and he smiled and pulled the corner of her mouth: "It's New Year's Day, don't talk about life and death."

Xie Xingran glared at him, waved his hand away, and turned to leave.

Lu Ci also grabbed her and picked her up by the waist: "Honey, don't step on the snow. We are going to build a snowman later."

Having gotten the upper hand, she didn't play nice. She raised her eyebrows and said coquettishly, "So what you're saying is, I'm not as important as the snow on the ground? Then why don't you just carry the snow? Why carry me?"

Hearing this, Lu Ci seemed to be amused by her, with a doting smile on his face.

"Honey, what do you think about me stir-frying some pickled cabbage later? Maybe it can help to counteract the jealousy in your heart. This vinegar smell..."

"It's even thicker!" Xie Xingran responded and punched him in the chest.

Lu Ci also groaned in pain, but the corners of his mouth curled up even more, as if he enjoyed being hit by her.

"Wife, be gentle."

"It won't be any easier."

"Tsk tsk, well, this is all my karma."

"It's good to know."

"Hey, my wife told me to be gentler in bed, but I couldn't be gentler at all."

"...Lu Ciye, you still have something to say!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

The two laughed and joked for a while, ate lunch, picked up their backpacks, walked on the snow, and went up the mountain to visit the grave.