Hard work after winning the lottery

Hua Yun rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on, and subconsciously glanced back at the security checkpoint.

People came and went there, businessmen in suits and ties, and people returning home with their families, but that familiar tall figure was nowhere to be seen.

Time passed by, second by second.

"Madam, shall we wait any longer?"

The bodyguard, Xiao Zhang, asked in a low voice, glancing at his watch. "The old man is getting a little impatient waiting in the VIP room. The doctor has already come out to check on him twice."

Hua Yun bit her lip.

"Wait five more minutes."

"But……"

"If he doesn't come, I'll take the child and leave first." Hua Yun interrupted Xiao Zhang, her voice not loud, but it revealed a stubbornness.

Just then, a commotion at the entrance caught everyone's attention.

The originally crowded people seemed to be parted by an invisible hand, automatically making way for each other.

Hua Yun's heart skipped a beat, and she abruptly raised her head.

Zhou Yanjin was seen striding briskly towards them with her long legs.

He was still wearing that well-tailored black cashmere coat, the collar slightly open, revealing a white shirt and a neatly tied tie underneath. But if you looked closely, you could see that his breathing was a little rapid, and the stray hairs on his forehead were slightly disheveled by the wind.

Most noticeable were the few unmelted hexagonal snowflakes that had settled on his broad shoulders.

Crystal clear, carrying the chill of the outdoors.

"dad!"

Sile, with her sharp eyes, was the first to call out and dashed over with her short legs.

Zhou Yanjin paused, and the originally cold and tense facial features softened instantly when he saw the little dumpling running towards him.

He crouched down, reached out with his long arm, and caught his son who rushed into his arms.

"Slow down, or you'll fall and start crying again."

Zhou Yanjin's voice was deep and magnetic, with a slight panting in it.

"Dad, you're finally here!" Sile hugged his neck, wiping her tears and snot all over his expensive coat. "I thought you weren't coming!"

Zhou Yanjin didn't care about the wet stain. Holding Sile in one arm, he stood up and walked to Hua Yun.

His gaze fell on Hua Yun's face, and a certain emotion called "apology" surged in his deep eyes.

"Sorry, the board meeting just ended."

Zhou Yanjin raised her hand, her fingertips gently brushing against Hua Yun's cheek, the touch warm. "Those old men, they have so many trivial matters at the end of the year, insisting on getting entangled in those few cents of profit reports."

If outsiders heard the president of the Zhou Group describe the directors who control hundreds of billions of assets in this way, they would probably be shocked.

But in front of Hua Yun, he was just a husband who arrived late.

"It's good that you're here." Hua Yun brushed the remaining snow off his shoulders; it was icy cold to the touch. "Is it snowing outside?"

"Hmm, it just started floating, not very big."

Zhou Yanjin put Sile down and then squatted down in front of the three children one by one.

He first glanced at Sitao, who was struggling to pull his face out of the scarf, a smile playing on his lips, and then flicked the little guy's forehead.

"When we get to Grandpa's house, you're not allowed to climb on the roof or remove the tiles, understand?"

"Okay, I know!" Si Tao rubbed his forehead and replied in a muffled voice, "I'm not a monkey."

"You're more troublesome than a monkey." Zhou Yanjin chuckled, then leaned over and gave Si Tao a big kiss on her smooth forehead. "Be good and don't worry your mother."

Next up is Si'an.

The eldest child is always the most worry-free, but also the most heartbreaking.

Si'an held the book, looked up at his father, his little face tense, as if he was trying his best to maintain a certain masculine dignity.

Zhou Yanjin looked at her eldest son's features, which were so similar to her own, and her heart softened.

He reached out and pulled Si'an into his arms, holding her tightly.

"You're the eldest brother, you need to help Mom take care of your younger brothers. Can you do that?"

Si'an nodded vigorously, her voice clear and crisp: "Yes! Don't worry, Dad."

Zhou Yanjin placed a kiss on his forehead, his slightly stubbled chin tickling Si'an. The little guy blushed, a rare occurrence, but didn't pull away.

Finally, Zhou Yanjin picked up Sile, who was still sobbing, again.

"Okay, stop crying."

As he wiped away his son's tears, he coaxed him in a low voice, "Dad promises you, I'll finish dealing with things at the company and make sure I get back before New Year's Eve."

"Really?" Sile hiccuped.

"Really." Zhou Yanjin held up three fingers. "I'd be a dog if I lied."

"I don't want a puppy, we already have a big yellow dog at home," Sile muttered.

Zhou Yanjin chuckled: "Okay, I won't be a puppy anymore. Daddy will bring you the biggest fireworks back, the kind that fly up into the sky and explode like flowers, okay?"

The three children's eyes lit up instantly.

"Wow! I want the gold one!" Si Tao jumped up excitedly.

"I want the blue one!" Si'an couldn't help but interject.

"I want it all, fill the trunk completely," Zhou Yanjin promised with great enthusiasm.

This is what we call financial power.

After calming the three children down, Zhou Yanjin stood up and looked at Hua Yun, who had been standing silently to the side.

Their eyes met in the air, lingering so tenderly they could almost be drawn into threads.

Just then, the sound of a cane clicking broke the warmth of the moment.

"How long are you going to keep dawdling?"

The door to the VIP room was pushed open, and Old Master Zhou Yinchuan walked out angrily, leaning on his rosewood cane.

He was wearing a dark red Tang suit today, looking quite energetic, but the impatient expression on his face ruined the peaceful atmosphere.

Behind him followed a doctor carrying a silver health kit, and two bodyguards carrying large and small bags of supplements.

"The plane won't wait!" Zhou Yinchuan glared at Zhou Yanjin. "And that flight application thing, if we miss it, we'll be counting stars in the sky tonight!"

Although he spoke harshly, the moment the old man's eyes fell on his three great-grandchildren, his expression melted away like ice and snow, and he beamed with joy.

"Oh, my dear grandchildren, come here to your great-grandfather! It's freezing cold, don't catch a cold!"

Upon hearing the summons, the three children immediately abandoned their father and surrounded their great-grandfather.

"Great-Grandpa, why is your beard sticking up?"

"Great-Grandpa, are we going to ride in a big airplane?"

Zhou Yinchuan was surrounded by three little dumplings, grinning from ear to ear, his earlier air of authority completely gone.

"Come on, come on, Great-Grandpa will take you onto the plane, let's go have some snacks!"

The old man, waving his cane, led a large group of people toward the security checkpoint, without even glancing at his own grandson who was the breadwinner.

Zhou Yanjin: "..."

Just as the main group was about to enter, Zhou Yanjin suddenly reached out and pulled Hua Yun into his arms.

He was standing in front of a busy security checkpoint, with countless eyes watching him, but he didn't care at all.

He wrapped Hua Yun in his coat, shielding her from the surrounding noise and cold air.

Hua Yun pressed her face against his warm chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and her cheeks felt hot.

"There are so many people..." she protested softly, but her hands honestly wrapped around his waist.

"Let them see."