I'm crazy, don't mess with me. I just love to pretend to be crazy, remember that.

At 8 p.m., the three arrived at the old house.

Pei Tianming could hear the car turn off from a great distance.

He stood at the doorway, peering out like a lonely old man.

A jet-black Lincoln was parked in the front yard, and Pei Li got out of the driver's seat.

Pei Tianming's heart skipped a beat.

Even though he was prepared to welcome him, for some reason, he was still a little scared.

It was as if this fear and dread came from a memory deep in his bones, making him uneasy.

Seeing that everyone had gotten out of the car, Pei Tianming remained unmoved. Butler Zhao, who was standing behind Pei Tianming, reminded him, "Sir, the young master is back."

"I know."

"Then why haven't you gone yet?"

Pei Tianming: "..."

nonsense!

It's because his legs are shaking!

As soon as Si Qian got out of the car, she saw Pei Tianming standing on the steps to greet them, so she went up to him and waved to him warmly.

"Old Pei, what delicious food did you make tonight?"

Pei Tianming's smile was incredibly forced: "It hasn't been done yet."

Why are you so nervous!

Si Qian pretended not to see the fleeting hatred in his eyes, and with her right hand, she forcefully slapped his shoulder.

Click—!

It sounded as if I could hear bones breaking.

Pei Tianming's features contorted instantly, and he clutched his shoulder, sweating profusely from the pain.

Unable to bear seeing others hunch over, Si Qian reached out and slapped his back again.

Stand up straight!

"A bear should act like a bear!"

The old man, Pei Tianming, was knocked to the ground with a single palm strike.

Butler Zhao appeared precisely on time, like a giant cockroach, uttering his classic three lines—

"gentlemen!"

"gentlemen--!"

"Sir, please don't go!"

His expressions and acting are impeccable.

He howled like this when Si Qian was around.

Pei Tianming, who had fallen, was nearly dislocated by the butler's shaking.

With the help of several servants, Pei Tianming was led into the house.

The house was already decorated with festive cheer.

Red lanterns hung on ornamental green plants in front of the giant floor-to-ceiling windows, adorned with a ring of colored lights, and a vintage red carpet was laid underneath.

A fire was burning in the fireplace next door, making it warm and cozy. The servants were gathered around roasting fruit, while Ye Tinglan's cat was sleeping on a cushion.

Everything looked so warm and beautiful.

Si Qian, ever the social butterfly, sat down on the sofa as if it were her own home. After picking up a couple of pieces of fruit, she asked Pei Tianming, who was reading a newspaper and using his phone.

"Old Pei, stop pretending to be so serious, when are we eating?"

She deliberately saved room in her stomach and didn't eat anything today.

Pei Tianming, whose back was aching, leaned against the single sofa, sneered, and said, "Wait a moment."

"That's fine."

Perhaps because he was not angry during the New Year, Si Qian was unusually easy to talk to today.

She held out her hand to Pei Tianming: "Old Pei, congratulations on your fortune! Give me a red envelope!"

Seeing this, Pei Yi, standing nearby, followed Si Qian's example and reached out to his father, saying, "Dad, congratulations on your fortune!"

Faced with the two men's shameless demands, Pei Tianming's lips twitched slightly.

Thinking about New Year's Eve, he took out a red envelope he had prepared and gave it to Pei Yi.

Since they hadn't prepared a share for Si Qian, they asked her, "Should I transfer it?"

"Row!"

Si Qian deftly pulled up her QR code for receiving payments: "Just scan this."

Pei Tianming transferred 50,000 yuan to her as a token of appreciation.

However, Si Qian's insatiable greed has become blatant.

"Old Pei, we're practically father-in-law and daughter-in-law now, so give me some more, don't be stingy!"

Si Qian was determined to make Pei Tianming bleed profusely; if he didn't scan her QR code, she would simply show it to him.

Anyway, she has no shame.

She wants money!

Pei Tianming ultimately swallowed his anger and transferred another 200,000 yuan to Si Qian.

Si Qian was still dissatisfied: "No, you're such a grown-up, why are you still so stingy?"

Pei Tianming then transferred over a million yuan to Si Qian intermittently.

Looking at the balance in the account, the entire national treasury was overflowing.

Si Qian smiled broadly.

So much so that when Ye Tinglan came downstairs, a payment QR code was shoved right in front of her and she almost didn't react.

"Everyone gets a share, you should scan one too!"

Si Qian took shamelessness to the extreme.

It is perfectly natural for elders to give red envelopes to younger generations.

If the old couple are pretending to be stupid, then she should just speak up boldly.

Ye Tinglan smirked and transferred 500,000 yuan to Si Qian.

"A bit too little."

Ye Tinglan gritted her teeth and transferred another 500,000.

He made a net profit of over two million in one night.

Unlike the couple's dark, charcoal-like faces, Si Qian's carefree, grinning expression infuriated anyone who saw it.

After receiving the money, Si Qian didn't forget to clasp his hands in greeting: "Happy New Year! Happy New Year!"

Pei Tianming: "..."

Ye Tinglan: "..."

Who is happy?

Who's really happy?

After receiving the money, Si Qian transferred 2.4 million to Pei Li's account.

Ding--

Pei Li, who was sitting on the sofa lost in thought, heard his phone notification sound, picked it up and glanced at it, then looked towards Si Qian.

Si Qian met his gaze gracefully and walked over, smiling as she took a red envelope from her pocket and stuffed it into his arms.

"Happy New Year, my darling!"

The red envelope in her hand still carried her body heat.

Pei Li suppressed a smile and also took out a red envelope to give to Si Qian.

The two of them tacitly prepared lucky money for each other.

Happy New Year, Mr. Krabs, may you prosper this year.

Si Qian immediately clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and murmured:

"I hope I'll make a fortune this year!"

It was repeated three times.

Thinking of the money she had just transferred to his account, Pei Li still wanted to ask Si Qian, "Could this two million be the betrothal gift?"

It's amazing how imaginative he is.

Si Qian crossed her arms, shook her head, and denied it: "No, it's because they owe you this. I'm just helping you get it back."

These two old men owe Pei Li New Year's money for decades, so she should at least get some interest.

It felt like something inside me had been violently pried open.

In my memory, there seems to be someone who stood up for me like this before...

Pei Li was preoccupied with a jumble of thoughts and asked her absentmindedly.

"Mr. Krabs, how much lucky money did you give out?"

Si Qian was putting red envelopes into her inner pocket when she heard this and answered without hesitation: "Fourteen thousand."

Fourteen thousand...

It could be ten thousand, it could be twenty thousand, why this particular number?

Before he could figure it out, Si Qian took out two more thick red envelopes and gave them to Ye Tinglan and Pei Tianming.

"This is just a small token of my respect."

Pei Tianming touched the thick stack of red envelopes, unsure of what she was up to.

Would she really be that kind?

Pei Tianming inadvertently blurted out his inner thoughts: "Is it possible that it's filled with nothing but one-cent coins?"

"No, I'm not that stingy!"

Pei Tianming wrapped up the red envelope and said with a smile, "Let's eat."

After a day of hunger, Si Qian was finally able to have a hot meal.

As soon as I sat down at the table, several bowls of instant noodles were placed in front of me.

Si Qian: "What is this?"

Pei Tianming was in a great mood, but he still pretended to be apologetic: "There was no time to make New Year's Eve dinner, so let's just make do tonight. I didn't know you were coming, so I'm really sorry for not being able to entertain you properly."

"So, you mean all the ingredients are ready, but you just don't have time to cook them?"

"good."

Pei Tianming sat there calmly, watching to see what Si Qian could do to him.

To everyone's surprise, Si Qian clapped her hands and shouted, "Steward Zhao!"

"coming!"

Butler Zhao makes a surprise appearance at the restaurant.

"Pack up all the ingredients prepared for the New Year's Eve dinner!"

Snapped!

Pei Tianming dropped the teacup.

Si Qian turned to comfort Pei Tianming, "Don't say we haven't been hospitable. Both families are too kind. I'll just take it home and cook it myself!"