Chapter 223: Chapter 223 Susu Celebrates Chinese New Year’s Eve at the Ye Family! 3 [Chinese New Year’s Eve Special]
Mo Yinhe’s eyes were slightly moist. He finally heard his biological daughter calling him "Dad" and planted a forceful kiss on Liangliang.
Mo Yinhe’s deep voice, filled with affection, said, "Of course. Dad had already decided to adopt her. Since you two are good sisters, that makes me Susu’s dad too."
But Susu just couldn’t stop her tears.
She cried as though heaven and earth were collapsing.
No matter how wonderful Liangliang’s dad is, he isn’t my real father.
In any case, Susu felt incredibly sad at that moment.
Si Mingjing bent down to console Yun Xiaosu. "Susu, your aunt is just like you, with no relatives left. Let’s not cry. From now on, your aunt will take care of you."
This child is so pitiful.
It made Si Mingjing feel a sense of forlorn camaraderie.
She coaxed Yun Xiaosu for a full ten minutes, finally calming the little crybaby, who then sat in her lap, being spoon-fed.
Tonight was New Year’s Eve, and the food on the dinner table was both plentiful and delicious. To cater to the children, many kid-friendly delights were also prepared.
After three rounds of drinks, Ye Junqing brought out several red envelopes, handing one to each person.
When Ye Junqing passed a red envelope to Si Mingjing, she was surprised and grateful. "Uncle, I get one too? Thank you, Uncle."
"What a silly question. Aren’t you part of this family?"
In Ye Junqing’s eyes, Si Mingjing was his daughter-in-law. "What ’Uncle’? Just call me Dad!"
Si Mingjing’s face turned red. She was especially embarrassed and glanced subconsciously at Mo Yinhe, who was sitting beside her.
Mo Yinhe was also looking down at her.
Their eyes met, and his were filled with laughter.
She didn’t call out "Dad."
Ye Junqing didn’t insist and instead gave a red envelope to Yun Xiaosu.
Following Liangliang’s lead, Yun Xiaosu called Ye Junqing "Grandpa" and looked up with sparkling big eyes. "Grandpa, do I get one too?"
"Since you’ve called me Grandpa, of course, you get one, good child."
The others all received red envelopes too.
But the amounts in the envelopes for men and women were not the same.
Si Mingjing held the envelope in her hand. Feeling it was thin, she thought, There can’t be much money inside. However, upon opening the envelope, she found, to her astonishment, a check inside.
Emblazoned on the check was: Ten million?
Si Mingjing counted the zeros three times to make sure she hadn’t made a mistake and exclaimed, "Uncle, this... this is too much."
Ye Siyuan leaned over, glancing at the amount Si Mingjing had received, and said melodiously, "It’s not too much, not too much. My dad gives this amount every year. I also get ten million. My dad has so much money he can’t count it all. To him, ten million might just be like a hundred dollars."
Is this how the world of the wealthy works?
Si Mingjing was astonished.
"Wow! Susu has a lot of money too!"
Yun Xiaosu happily opened her little red envelope, and Si Mingjing saw that it, too, contained a ten-million check. She finally believed Ye Siyuan’s words. This is indeed Mr. Ye’s style.
Nearby, Ye Shen started complaining.
"Dad, every year you give my sister ten million in her red envelope and only give me a dollar. What does this mean? Am I not your biological son? Big brother, how much is in your red envelope?"
Mo Yinhe opened his envelope, and Ye Shen peeked inside.
"PFFT! Why is my brother’s situation getting worse each year? Last year, like me, he received a dollar, but this year it’s only ten cents? Now I’m certain I’m the biological one!"
With the comparison, Ye Shen suddenly found the dollar in his hand very appealing.
Indeed, happiness is built on comparison!
Mo Yinhe, on the other hand, was indifferent.
He had long been accustomed to his father’s style of giving out red envelopes.
Si Mingjing couldn’t believe it and leaned over to look too.
"Pfft..."
She couldn’t help but laugh. Mr. Ye is too amusing!
Little Ye Nianbai burst into tears with a "WAAH!"
"Grandpa, the young master only has ten dollars! Sister has ten million, and the young master only has ten dollars!"
Ye Shen said, "Xiaobai, be content. Your dad and I together haven’t received as much in our red envelopes as you."
In the Ye Family, sons are always treated as if they were picked up from the roadside.
Only daughters are truly their own.
Ye Shen had come to terms with that.
Ye Junqing said sternly, "Men of the Ye Family should earn their own money. When it comes time to distribute the family wealth, you and your brother won’t get a penny from me. All the money goes to the daughters. Daughters should be pampered. Sons who want money should earn it themselves. This applies even to Xiaobai. If a man doesn’t forge his own path, who can he rely on?"
Ye Nianbai took note very seriously. "Grandpa, the young master will also earn his own money in the future. Then I’ll spend it on my sister, on Sister Susu, and on Jingjing."
Since he was small, Ye Nianbai had been taught to be self-reliant. A little man should depend on himself, and the little guy thought it was perfectly reasonable.
The New Year’s Eve dinner was thoroughly enjoyed in an atmosphere of warmth and happiness.
After dinner, elderly Mrs. Ye wanted to watch TV in the living room.
Ye Junqing played chess with Old Master Ye.
The three children chased each other around the living room, playing and frolicking.
Si Mingjing was dragged into playing mahjong by Ye Siyuan, joined by Mo Yinhe and Ye Shen, making a perfect table.
Si Mingjing could play mahjong. On Prison Star, mahjong was the favorite pastime of the prisoners, and she had been exposed to it since she was young, playing incredibly well.
After several hours, she had won quite a bit of money.
Ye Siyuan was also winning money.
Mo Yinhe had his wins and losses, because he always deliberately let Si Mingjing win.
Only Ye Shen was truly miserable. Thanks to Mo Yinhe intentionally letting Si Mingjing win, Ye Shen lost a significant amount of money, suffering a double blow.
Worried that he would end up without even his pants, Ye Shen declared at eleven-thirty that he was done playing.
Ye Shen said, "Big brother, you’re too obvious when you let her win! You must send a red packet to comfort your younger brother’s wounded soul!"
"Alright, I’ll send them."
Mo Yinhe was always generous with money.
He sent a digital red packet to each of them privately.
Ye Shen received: "One million!"
Ye Siyuan received: "Ninety million!"
Si Mingjing received: "361251314!"
After Ye Siyuan got her red packet, she immediately went to see how much money Si Mingjing had received. Si Mingjing was taken aback by the amount displayed on the transfer notification—she hadn’t even claimed it yet.
Ye Siyuan counted beside her, "Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands, millions, ten millions, hundred millions?"
Ye Shen also leaned in to look and exclaimed, "...’Want you to love me for a lifetime’? Emma, Mingjing, quickly click to accept it! You’re going to be rich! You’re about to strike it rich!"
I want to claim it too! Si Mingjing thought. Who wouldn’t want to click to accept a red packet? But the amount is so huge. And there’s a hidden meaning... how can I possibly claim it?
Seeing her hesitate, Ye Siyuan became impatient on her behalf, eventually taking the initiative and clicking "Claim" for Si Mingjing.
Ye Siyuan said, "Mingjing, if you post this red packet on your Moments, you’ll make everyone envious! I’m so jealous. I want to find a boyfriend now, one as rich as my brother, and then have him send me red packets like this one!"
With a "CLICK," Ye Shen took a picture of the red packet interface Si Mingjing had received and then posted it on Weibo, adding the caption: "First wave of dog food for the New Year, presenting it to you all."