Facing Gong Juechen’s bullying, Meng Zhuqing couldn’t bear it, but she didn’t speak up. Instead, she took out a silver note worth a hundred taels from her pocket and silently handed it to her older brother, Meng Lanqing.
Meng Lanqing took the silver note from Meng Zhuqing with his left hand, and with his right hand, he gave Gong Juechen a slap on the back of his head without any hesitation.
Once again, Gong Juechen, who cried out in pain, "..."
Meng Lanqing didn’t pocket the silver note; he turned around and handed the hundred-tael silver note to Gong Juese.
Gong Juese had felt bad that her older brother was always getting beaten up by her husband, but as soon as she saw Meng Lanqing give her the silver note, her attention was immediately diverted.
"Husband, you’re giving me money to spend again, thank you," Gong Juese said, extremely, extremely pleased.
Meng Lanqing casually said, "Give it back to me when I need it."
But Gong Juese seemed used to it. She didn’t feel anything was amiss and responded cheerfully with repeated nods, "Mm-hmm, just let me know when you need it, and I’ll have however much you want."
She’ll have however much he wants...
Gong Juechen fell silent for a moment, but still with a mournful expression, he said, "Se Se, your money seems to be all mine, right? You just keep giving my money to Lan Qing to spend, is that really okay?"
"Why wouldn’t it be? He’s my husband! Your brother-in-law!" Gong Juese said dissatisfied. "Besides, don’t you make a lot just by treating people at random? If we don’t use it, what are you doing with all that money? Letting it mold?"
Gong Juechen: "..." Silver notes might mold, but silver and Gold wouldn’t, you silly Se Se...
Meng Zhuqing looked at Gong Juechen with a sympathetic gaze.
Almost all his money was given to his older brother as a token of respect, and now Gong Juechen’s money would also almost be entirely given to his brother. He could empathize with what Gong Juechen was feeling at this moment—that feeling of helplessness, the urge to strike his brother, yet not being able to do it!
An Jing sat in the corridor, amusing her four children with her husband while paying attention to Meng Zhuqing’s group. Seeing Meng Lanqing acting every bit the boss among them, she couldn’t help but find it amusing.
Indeed, for Meng Lanqing, rather than taking out his anger on Gong Juechen with a thousand cuts, it was better to keep tormenting him , making Gong Juechen suffer silently. Even if he were to speak up, it’d be useless; he’d just feel frustrated and powerless.
She’d bet that Meng Lanqing was reveling in secret at this moment!
As An Jing looked in the direction of Meng Zhuqing and his group and laughed, suddenly, Xiao Changyi stuffed An Yiyun into An Jing’s arms, asking her to hold him.
An Jing was taken aback at first but then she smiled and asked Xiao Changyi in a lowered voice, "Jealous again?"
Xiao Changyi didn’t admit whether he was jealous but said indifferently, "Meng Lanqing’s face is a bit too noticeable. If I were to disfigure it, I’m sure he would be more than willing to have it ruined."
An Jing was torn between laughter and tears, "Husband, don’t be so cruel during the New Year."
Xiao Changyi said nothing.
All An Jing could do was continue with a smile to comfort him, "I was just looking, nothing more. You know, my heart has always been with you; my entire heart is filled with only you."
Xiao Changyi’s expression softened a bit. He actually liked it when his wife spoke sweetly to him.
"Then I’ll spare him for now." Feeling more comfortable, Xiao Changyi said this indifferently.
An Jing felt both an immense pressure and an extreme sweetness; of course, the sweetness outweighed the pressure.
Before the New Year’s Eve dinner started, it was time for setting off fireworks.
This year, as An Jing and Xiao Changyi had been blessed with four children, they bought a huge set of fireworks.