"I have money," Gu Mingcheng looked at the red envelope, his instinct was to give it back, but by the time he wanted to catch up, Xu Nian’an had already taken Xu Nianhua and run off.
Gu Mingcheng watched as they disappeared into the crowd and could only helplessly return to pack up his things.
"Little sister, you shouldn’t have given him your school’s address just now," Xu Nian’an had wanted to stop her, but Xu Nianhua spoke too quickly, not giving him a chance to interject.
Xu Nianhua said indifferently, "Even if he travels thousands of miles to find my school, what can he do, eat me?"
"Brother, don’t worry about it. He’s just a boy around seventeen or eighteen, probably inspired to paint because he thinks I’m pretty," Xu Nianhua said vainly, touching her face, which was the same as in her previous life. Yet, the confident her sometimes couldn’t help but marvel at her reflection in the mirror, wondering how she could have been so foolish in the past.
"Little sister, when did you become so vain?" Xu Nian’an was just drinking water when he heard her boast and ended up spraying all of it out in shock.
"What, am I not stating the facts?" Xu Nianhua glanced sideways, playfully blinking her eyes.
Her features were delicate, her skin fair and rosy, and her big round eyes were lively and sparkling.
Could he, in good conscience, say that his little sister wasn’t pretty?
Seeing the raised little fist of his little sister, if he dared to say she wasn’t pretty, the fist wasn’t the scary part. If his little sister got angry, that would hurt his feelings.
"Nianhua, Nian’an, when are you going to Ningbei? Make sure to come and visit us," Uncle Ji Lin said warmly, "Not to say too much, but there will definitely be food for you."
"Right, we’re all family, so don’t be a stranger," Cai Jianhong said, but he only gave a vague direction.
"Uncle, Aunt, if we have time, we will definitely come," Xu Nianhua replied with a bright smile, not revealing specifically when they would head to Ningbei.
"Mom, we’ll go home tomorrow. I’ll go have a chat with Grandpa."
With that, Xu Nianhua stood up. Rather than listening to Uncle brag about how great he was in Ningbei, she’d rather spend more time chatting with Grandpa.
In Grandpa’s room, Ji Xinghua was listening to Xu Nian’an and Ji Shuyuan chattering away, clearly engrossed in the conversation, in the cozy little room.
"Grandpa, not to change the subject, but I’ve been selling hair clips and scarves in Ningbei myself, and have made quite a bit of money," Xu Nian’an said. His intention wasn’t to flaunt, but to put Grandpa’s mind at ease.
With Grandpa being so old, he still worried about the younger generation’s problems.
To the children in Xu Nian’an’s generation, Ji Shuyuan was the closest to Grandpa.
If Ji Shuyuan were doing poorly or losing money, Grandpa would surely feel bad.
"Great! Our Nian’an is really smart," Ji Xinghua praised, then exhorted, "Shuyuan, when Nian’an sends the goods, sell them well. It’s okay if you make a loss."
"Grandpa, it won’t be a loss."
Xu Nian’an might as well have thumped his chest in assurance, "If Shuyuan can’t sell them, just send them back to me."
"Nian’an, thank you," Ji Shuyuan said sincerely.
"Brother, Shuyuan, stop with the thanks already, you’re not tired of it, but I am," Xu Nianhua said with a light laugh, "Grandpa, just wait to enjoy your blessings in the future. Shuyuan will surely make something of himself."