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

These words were like a dull knife, grinding back and forth in Yang Fan's heart.

He looked into his sister's clear eyes, which were full of genuine concern, without a trace of resentment.

"Xiaoya..." Yang Fan's voice was a little hoarse, "I know. But I really have money now."

He took a deep breath and decided to reveal something:

"Last year, my brother took on two projects, which went quite well, earning him one or two million."

"There's so much money, I can't possibly use it all by myself, it's only right that I give you some."

"One or two...a million?" Yang Ya's eyes widened as if she had heard something unbelievable.

She froze for several seconds, then suddenly reached out to touch Yang Fan's forehead:

"Brother, are you delirious because of a fever? Or are you hallucinating from overwork?"

"One or two million?"

"That must cost a fortune..."

"I didn't lie to you." Yang Fan grabbed her hand and said earnestly:

"It's true. I did the project with a friend, and we caught the wave of a trend; we were lucky."

"But...but this is too much..." Yang Ya still couldn't believe it.

"Weren't you delivering food before? How come you suddenly..."

"Delivering food is temporary; the project is ongoing simultaneously." Yang Fan had already prepared his explanation:

"The project is now finished, and I've received the money."

"Don't worry, this money is clean; I haven't done anything illegal."

Seeing that Yang Ya still looked dazed, he simply took out his phone and opened the balance page of the bank app—of course, he had transferred most of the money to other cards in advance, leaving only two million in the current account of this card (ignore the loopholes in large transfers).

"Look."

Yang Ya leaned closer, staring at the long string of numbers on the screen, counting them several times.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands..." she counted softly, her voice trembling when she reached the millionth place.

She jerked her head up, her eyes wide with shock: "Brother! This...this is really your money?"

"Otherwise what?" Yang Fan put away his phone. "Do you believe me now?"

Yang Ya opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

She seemed to need time to process the information, her gaze shifting between Yang Fan and the ground.

One or two million.

This is indeed an astronomical figure for her.

She only has a thousand yuan a month for living expenses. How many years would it take her to save up a million?

No, it's impossible to save any money, because the living expenses are only enough for food and school supplies.

"But..." She finally found her voice, and repeated the same thing:

"But brother, even if you have that much money, you don't need to let me spend it."

"Keep it; you'll need the money for many things in the future..."

"Oh dear, I already have so much money, why are you still thinking about these things?"

Yang Fan interrupted her, put his arm around her shoulder, and walked towards the mall.

"Come on, listen to your brother today. Isn't the whole point of my earning money to make life better for our family?"

Yang Ya was half-pushed forward. Although her body was still resisting, it was not as resolute as before.

She muttered under her breath, "But you can't just spend money recklessly... Why buy such expensive clothes..."

"It's not expensive, don't worry." Yang Fan said this, but he had already made up his mind to buy the best for his sister.

……

There is a medium-sized shopping mall near the university town. Although it cannot compare with the high-end shopping malls in the city center, it still has a fairly complete range of brands.

Yang Fan took Yang Ya directly to the women's clothing section on the third floor.

Bright lights, gleaming floor tiles, and stylish clothes on mannequins in shop windows—all of this was somewhat unfamiliar to Yang Ya.

She usually buys clothes online or finds discounted items in underground shopping malls; she hasn't been to a proper women's clothing store in a long time.

"Brother, how about we go check out that street outside?" Yang Ya tugged at Yang Fan's sleeve, her voice low.

"The clothes there are cheap, and the styles are pretty much the same..."

"Let's look here." Without waiting for a reply, Yang Fan pushed open the door of a store that looked rather youthful.

"Welcome!" the sales assistant greeted us warmly.

Yang Ya seemed startled, clinging tightly to Yang Fan, her eyes darting around, but she dared not look at the price tags on the clothes.

"Please help my sister pick out a few outfits," Yang Fan said to the sales assistant.

"It needs to be warm, good-looking, and suitable for her age."

"Okay!" The sales assistant smiled and looked Yang Ya up and down.

"My sister has a great figure and fair skin; she can wear a lot of styles."

"Come on, this is all the latest winter clothing: cashmere coats, down jackets, sweaters..."

Yang Ya was pulled by the sales assistant to try on clothes. She was like a puppet the whole time, mechanically trying on clothes and mechanically looking in the mirror.

The first outfit was a beige short down jacket with a simple design and a perfectly fitted waist, paired with light blue jeans and snow boots.

"This outfit looks great!" Yang Fan's eyes lit up.

In the mirror, Yang Ya was wearing new clothes, and her whole demeanor was completely different.

She was naturally pretty, but her features were overshadowed by those old clothes.

Yang Ya looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes somewhat dazed.

She touched the fabric of the down jacket; it was very soft and thick, and she immediately felt warmer after wearing it.

"How much is this set?" she asked the sales assistant in a low voice.

"The down jacket is a new product, and it's currently 15% off, so it's 1280 yuan after the discount. The pants are 480 yuan, and the boots are 620 yuan, so the total is 2380 yuan," the sales assistant announced the prices skillfully.

"Two thousand...three hundred and eighty?" Yang Ya gasped, and started taking off her clothes as if she had been burned. "No, no, it's too expensive! I don't want it!"

"Wear it!" Yang Fan pressed her hand down, turned to the sales assistant and said, "Take this one. Pick out a few more for her, different styles."

"Brother!" Yang Ya exclaimed anxiously, "Over two thousand! That's enough for three months' living expenses! And it's just for a coat!"

"So what if it's three months' living expenses?" Yang Fan remained unmoved. "I told you, today you can just pick what you like, don't look at the price."

"But……"

"No buts." Yang Fan's attitude was firm. "If you don't listen to me, I'll get angry."

Looking at his serious expression, Yang Ya knew he was serious.

She bit her lip, her eyes reddening again, whether from heartache over the money or from being moved.

Over the next hour, under Yang Fan's "coercion," Yang Ya tried on four more outfits: a long, light yellow down jacket, a cashmere coat, two thick sweaters, three different styles of pants, and two pairs of shoes.

Every time Yang Ya tried on a set and the sales assistant quoted a price, she would gasp, while Yang Fan would calmly say, "Wrap it up."

When it came time to pay, the sales assistant frantically pressed buttons on a calculator, her smile widening even further.

"Sir, the total is 6870 yuan. Will you be paying by card or mobile payment?"

"Swipe the card." Yang Fan handed over the bank card.

Yang Ya stood to the side, staring blankly at the pile of shopping bags of all sizes.

Six thousand eight hundred and seventy yuan.

Her tuition fee is only five thousand yuan a year.

"Brother..." her voice trembled with tears, "This is just... just too wasteful..."

As Yang Ya walked out of the store, clutching the shopping bags, her steps were unsteady.

She kept glancing at the bag and then at Yang Fan, her expression as if she were dreaming.

"You're already feeling sorry for her?" Yang Fan looked at her amusedly. "This is just the beginning."

"What else...what else do we need to buy?" Yang Ya asked nervously.

"Computer," Yang Fan said. "Mom told me your old laptop can't run design software. Let's go to the electronics market."

"I can save up and buy a computer myself..." Yang Ya said weakly.

"By the time you save up enough money, it will be too late to graduate." Yang Fan pulled her towards the elevator. "Now is the time to learn new things, and you need to have the right tools."