Going home for the Chinese New Year with a year-end bonus of 100 million

The place Yang Ya rented was indeed in poor condition.

It was an old residential area, with clutter piled up in the stairwells and dim lighting.

Her room was on the fourth floor, a small single room of less than ten square meters. Apart from a bed, a table and a simple wardrobe, there was almost no space.

The window wasn't closed properly, and a cold draft was blowing in.

There was no central heating in the room, only a tiny heater the size of a palm, which could only warm an area of ​​about one square meter.

Yang Fan looked at the surroundings, his brows furrowed tightly.

"You live here?" His voice was laced with suppressed anger.

"It's...it's pretty good," Yang Ya said softly. "It's only three hundred yuan a month, and it's close to school..."

"What do you mean 'near'? It's a 20-minute walk." Yang Fan interrupted her. "Pack your things, let's leave now."

Yang Ya didn't argue further and silently began to tidy up.

She didn't have much stuff: a few old clothes, some books and stationery, plus the new clothes and computer she just bought today, and her suitcase was full.

The process of terminating the lease was very simple. The landlady was very understanding. When she heard that Yang Ya's brother was coming to pick her up, she even refunded half of the remaining rent.

As Yang Ya walked out of the old neighborhood, pulling her suitcase, she looked back at the small building where she had lived for more than a month, feeling a mix of emotions.

relief?

A little. Reluctant? A little too.

After all, this was the first time she had ever lived entirely on her own while renting an apartment.

But more than anything, it's a sense of security—the feeling of having my brother by my side.

On the way back to the hotel in a taxi, Yang Ya remained silent.

She only started to feel nervous again when the car pulled up to the hotel entrance and she saw the bright lobby and revolving doors.

"Brother, this hotel... must be very expensive?" she asked softly.

"It's not expensive, feel free to stay." Yang Fan paid the fare and got off the bus with his suitcase.

At the front desk, Yang Fan booked another double room, right next to his own room.

"Sir, this is your sister's room key, room 1209." The receptionist politely handed over the room key.

Yang Ya took the thin card, feeling like she was dreaming.

Stepping into the room, a wave of warm air washed over me. Soft carpet, a clean bed, a private bathroom, bright windows… it was a world apart from her drafty little single room.

"How much does this cost per night...?" she murmured.

"Don't worry about the price, just make sure you're comfortable." Yang Fan helped her put her suitcase away.

"Take a hot shower first to warm yourself up. After that, we'll go eat—we need to eat something good for dinner to nourish ourselves."

Yang Ya stood in the center of the room, looked around, and suddenly turned around, looking at Yang Fan with red eyes.

"elder brother."

"Um?"

"Thank you," she said earnestly.

"But I still want to say... don't spoil me too much."

"You need to think about yourself with all that money. You'll need it to get married and buy a house in the future."

Yang Fan smiled, walked over and ruffled her hair:

"Silly girl, why worry about these things?"

"I know what I'm doing. Go take a shower, the water's warm."

"Come to my room after you're done washing up. I'm going back to my room now."

Yang Ya nodded and went into the bathroom.

She closed the door, leaned against it, and listened to her brother packing his things outside. Tears finally streamed down her face.

It wasn't sadness, but the feeling of being cherished and protected that made her feel both warm and bittersweet.

She remembered how her brother had protected her like this when she was little.

Whenever someone bullies her, her brother is always the first to rush to her aid.

Because her family was poor, her brother always let her eat first whenever there was something good to eat.

Later, her brother went out to work and they lost contact. She thought her brother had changed and no longer loved the family.

Now she realized that her brother hadn't changed; he had just been bearing all the hardships on his own.

The bathroom was filled with steam, and the warm water flowed over her body. Yang Ya closed her eyes and let her tears mingle with the hot water as they flowed down her face.

"..."

Outside, Yang Fan returned to his room and lay down on the sofa.

He took out his phone and checked his bank balance.

More than 90 million.

The little money I spent on my sister is barely a fraction of what I owed her.

But he knew that for his sister, this was not just money, but also a token of her brother's affection.

Moreover, he really should make it up to his sister.

Over the years, because he wasn't doing well, he neglected too many important people and things.

Now that the mission is accomplished and the money is there, it's time to return to a normal life and treat my family well.

Just then, my phone vibrated; it was WeChat.

Yang Ya sent a message: "Brother, I'm done showering. Um... where's the hotel hairdryer? I can't find it."

Yang Fan laughed and replied, "It's in the drawer under the sink. Just open it and you'll see it."

"Oh, I found it!"

After a while, Yang Ya changed her clothes and came to his room. Her face was flushed from the steam, and she finally looked a little healthier.

"Are you feeling better now?" Yang Fan asked.

"Mmm!" Yang Ya nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling. "There was plenty of hot water; I washed for a long time."

"That's good." Yang Fan stood up. "Let's change our clothes and go eat. What do you want to eat?"

"Anything will do..." Yang Ya said habitually, but seeing Yang Fan's eyes, she quickly changed her mind, "Then... how about hot pot? It's cold, hot pot will warm you up."

"Okay, hot pot it is." Yang Fan smiled.

As Yang Ya changed her clothes and went out, she looked at her brand-new light yellow down jacket and was still a little dazed.

"Brother," she suddenly asked, "have you bought your tickets? It's going to be really crowded these next few days, let's buy our tickets home now!"

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Why buy tickets? I'm planning to buy a car, so we can go back together."

Xiaoya looked surprised: "Brother, are you serious?"

"Really?" Yang Fan pressed the elevator button. "I'll go look at the car tomorrow."

"What kind of car do you want to buy?" Yang Ya asked curiously.

"A Mercedes-Benz E-Class," Yang Fan said. "A friend who knows about cars recommended it, saying it suits me."

"A Mercedes?!" Yang Ya exclaimed in surprise. "How much does that cost?"

"Around 500,000."

"Five...five hundred thousand?!" Yang Ya gasped. "Brother! Are you crazy! There are so many things you could do with five hundred thousand, why buy such an expensive car!"

"A car is a status symbol," Yang Fan said calmly. "If we drive it back, my parents will be proud, and the villagers won't look down on our family anymore."

He paused, looking at Yang Ya: "Besides, I want you to be comfortable on your way home."

"I was incompetent before, and you suffered because of me. It won't happen again."

Yang Ya stared at him blankly for a long time, then suddenly laughed, but as she laughed, tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Brother, you really are..." She wiped her eyes, "Then go ahead and buy it. After you buy it, we siblings can go home together for the New Year."

"Okay, let's go home together." Yang Fan smiled as well.

The elevator doors opened, and the brother and sister went inside.

Their figures were reflected in the mirrored elevator wall—the older brother was tall and upright, and the younger sister was pretty and gentle. They were both wearing new clothes and had smiles on their faces.

Looking at the two people standing side by side in the mirror, Yang Ya suddenly felt that this New Year would definitely be a particularly warm one.