Before he died, my grandfather forced me to marry the richest man in the capital.

The car arrived at the Lan family manor.

The bodyguard immediately stepped forward to help, but was stopped by a gesture from Lan Yunchen, who understood and stepped back.

The first thing Yan Zhun did after getting out of the car was to look around the manor. It was comparable to the Han family's manor, but if he had to give a comparison, he would say that his brother-in-law's house was more princess-like.

Hearing the commotion outside, the people inside came out. Little Lan Zhiyu, dressed in a white down jacket, black sweatpants, and a gray woolen hat, looked adorable and ran towards his mother.

The strict mother squatted down to greet her grandson, overjoyed. Her heart was warmed at that moment, and her face was full of smiles. "My little darling, I missed Grandma so much. Grandma wants to give you a kiss."

"Mmm, mmm, so cute! Our Xiao Yu is so handsome, why do we love him so much?" Mother Yan couldn't help but rub her grandson's forehead.

Shen Muyun and Lan Chumu came out in their slippers and saw this heartwarming scene. Ran smiled and said, "Welcome! It's going to snow tomorrow, and we were worried that the flights wouldn't be able to fly tomorrow, so we asked Yunchen to pick you up today."

Strict father: "You've made the best arrangements."

Lan Chumu: "It snows in Lancheng around this time every year, and it lasts for a long time. We older folks always like to check the weather forecast."

Yan Feifei raised her hand, "I'm very concerned about it too."

The strict mother exposed her, "You're just picking out clothes; how can you expect to be the same as us?"

Shen Muyun smiled gently, a smile that was infectious and made people feel very comfortable. "This shows that Feifei cares a lot about her health, which is a good thing."

Yan Feifei: Auntie is really good at chatting.

"Stop praising her; she's got the potential to fly to the moon."

Several people were pointing out Fei Fei's shortcomings, but Yan Fei Fei didn't care because she was shameless. Everyone was happy anyway. Lan Yunchen personally carried the Yan couple's suitcases upstairs, with Yan Zhun following closely behind.

Upstairs, after Lan Yunchen put his mother-in-law and the others' suitcases away, he took Yan Zhun to his room. "Your sister prepared this room for you in case you came too. If you want anything else, just tell me."

Yan Zhun glanced at the room, which was similar to his room in the capital. "Thank you, brother-in-law."

Lan Yunchen: "There's no need for thanks among family members. We're all very happy that you could come, especially your sister."

Yan Zhun nodded, glancing at the lively scene downstairs. Yan Feifei was already playing tag with her nephew.

On the night of Lunar New Year's Eve.

Lan Family Manor.

Downstairs in the living room, everyone was holding their phones, sending red envelopes and New Year's greetings to their loved ones and close friends.

Everyone's face was beaming with smiles, and there was excitement and cheers at the moment of receiving the red envelope.

Of course, the only one who could cheer was Yan Feifei.

The text message notification sounds from different mobile phones pieced together to form a beautiful song, echoing in the large living room and floating in every corner.

"Wow, I had the best luck! Yao Yao is so generous!"

Yan Feifei's hands were sore from grabbing red envelopes. She would rush from one group to another, afraid of missing out on any big red envelopes. This shows how important it is to have a group of rich girlfriends. You can receive so much money that you question your existence.

Shen Muyun came down the stairs, adjusted her shawl, and handed a stack of red envelopes to Yan Feifei. "Feifei, this is for good luck. Happy New Year. Xiaozhun, you take one too."

Shen Muyun also prepared red envelopes for Lan Yunchen and Yan Na. No matter how old the child is, as long as Lan Chumu and Shen Muyun are still alive, they will give the child the proper ceremony every year.

Since Xixi wasn't here this year, Lan Chumu and Lan Yunchen sent their daughter New Year's red envelopes early on.

No one was left out, including Yao Yao, Su Xue, and Guo Guo. It was thoughtful in every way, leaving no detail unattended.

Yan Feifei quickly stood up and accepted it, saying, "Thank you, Uncle, thank you, Auntie."

Yan Zhun accepted the red envelope as a thank you, then took out a thin red envelope from his coat, squatted down, and called out, "Xiao Yu."

The mother patted her grandson in her arms, leaned close to the little guy's ear, and whispered, "Go quickly, your uncle is going to give you a red envelope."

Little Lan Zhiyu jumped off his mother's lap and ran in front of Yan Zhun, reaching out his hand. This action amused everyone. Lan Yunchen sat on the sofa with his legs spread apart, watching his son's actions intently, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Yan Na sat next to Lan Yunchen, her arm linked with his. Her phone chimed with a notification of a new account balance, accompanied by the message: "Wife, I love you, Happy New Year."

They turned their heads at the same time, their eyes met, and a silent feeling of love surrounded them. Their hearts raced, and with a slight smile, Lan Yunchen raised his hand and grasped Yan Na's hand tightly.

Yan Na gripped Lan Yunchen's hand tightly in return, the warmth of their palms passing between them.

Yan Zhun handed the red envelope to his nephew, reminding him, "Your uncle hid this well, don't let your aunt find it."

Lan Zhiyu took the red envelope and nodded seriously. She hid it in her pocket, zipped it up, and glanced at her aunt, her guard up.

Yan Na: "What should Xiao Yu say if he accepts something from his uncle?"

"Thank you." Yan Zhun raised his hand and patted his nephew's head, his eyes full of affection. He gave his nephew a card.

Yan Feifei suddenly stood up and ran straight upstairs. Everyone stared at Yan Feifei, who had already reached the top of the stairs, completely bewildered.

The strict mother sighed, "She's always talking nonsense and making a fuss."

Not long after.

Yan Feifei came downstairs, jumping down three steps at once. Those watching couldn't help but worry. She glared at her brother, half-squatted down, handed the red envelope to her nephew, and reminded him, "This is a red envelope from your aunt. Hide it well and don't let your uncle find it."

Lan Zhiyu nodded seriously again, skillfully hiding the red envelope, then glanced at Yan Zhun warily.

The children who were born in the evening had the biggest reward; they received red envelopes from everyone and didn't have to pay them back.

In the women's group chat, thank-you emojis dominated the screen. Tang Junyao had been sending red envelopes for over half an hour, and her hand was aching terribly. While she was sending them, Ji Hancheng was helping her count them.

Yan Zhun was suddenly pulled into a group chat. He reached out and clicked to look at the members: Lu Jinnan, Ji Hancheng, Han Yue, Lan Yunchen, and Su Yu.

The group owner is Lu Jinnan, whose nickname is "Men's Gang Under Heaven" plus "Leftover Man".

Yan Zhun: "............."

Feeling subtly insulted, Lu Jinnan's nickname ruined my mood during the Lunar New Year: You dislike me but still dragged me in.

Lu Jinnan: Isn't this just for decoration?

Yan Zhun cursed inwardly, "Does this thing even need embellishment? It's insane: I don't have money to give out red envelopes anymore, all the money went to my nephew."

Ji Hancheng: You've really figured out his basic structure.

He was naturally referring to Lu Jinnan. What else could this guy be doing but creating a group chat to send red envelopes?

Even during the Chinese New Year, he was still using a calculator.

Han Yue: What happened? You went bankrupt, Lu Suanpan.

Lu Jinnan: Damn it, Han the shrew, can't you wish me well for once? It's the Lunar New Year.

Su Yu: My wife confiscated my money, but I still have 200 yuan for spending money.

Ji Hancheng gave Su Yu a thumbs up: Not bad.

Lan Yunchen, who is very proactive, immediately started sending red envelopes in the group chat. One after another, the screen was filled with Lu Jinnan's words of gratitude. Others also joined in to grab the red envelopes, focusing on creating a sense of ritual and atmosphere.

After Lan Yunchen sent messages to Ji Hancheng, Ji Hancheng sent messages to Han Yue, and Yan Zhun also reaped a lot of rewards. Su Yu said that his money had been confiscated, but in the end he still sent out all the stolen money.

Yan Na turned to Lan Yunchen beside her and said, "Give Xiao Ni and Qiao a New Year's red envelope."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhun's typing motions clearly paused, before he resumed typing on the screen a second later.

Lan Yunchen took in his brother-in-law's actions and smiled, "Okay, send them a video call and ask them when they're going skiing."

Yan Na nodded, "Mm."

The video call connected, and the three people's avatars were displayed on the screen. Yan Na pointed the camera at herself, and in the picture, Dong Qiao was wearing a red down jacket, and Feng Xiaoni was wearing a beige wool coat.

"Happy New Year, Nana! Where's my little Yuyu?" You could hear how cheerful the person on the other end of the screen was.

"Hey, my mom's holding her. Xiaoyu is calling her 'Auntie'."

The camera panned to Yan's mother. Dong Qiao, being an outgoing person who loved to joke, still politely greeted her mother, who was only briefly visible on the screen, saying, "Happy New Year, Auntie."

The strict mother replied with a smile, "Happy New Year to you too."

Lan Zhiyu: "Hello, Auntie."

Yan Na: "Xiao Ni, which day of the month are you free?"

When Nana called Feng Xiaoni, Lan Yunchen glanced at his brother-in-law, and he was very satisfied with his brother-in-law's reaction.

Mother Yan leaned closer to look and glanced at the phone screen. She wasn't stunningly beautiful, but she was pleasing to the eye. Her eyes were clean and clear, without much impurity, and her skin was very fair; you could even see the whiteness of her neck through the screen.

The mother stared at the screen for a minute, looking very satisfied. She glanced at her son subconsciously and saw him holding his phone and sending a message.

Feng Xiaoni seemed to be thinking for a moment before answering, "Eighth grade or third grade is fine. Tomorrow I plan to take my parents shopping."

Upon hearing this, the strict mother was even more satisfied, as she could tell from his words that her child was very filial.

Dong Qiao: "I'm available anytime, don't ask me. I'm all alone, and I have no plans to visit relatives or go on blind dates. I'm trembling with fear just looking at all those blind dates."

Lan Yunchen: "I've never seen you scared."

Dong Qiao: "Lan Yunchen, are you picking a fight? You didn't even call me 'sister' and you still argued with me. Nana, teach her a lesson."

Yan Na smiled, "Okay, then we've decided on the third year of junior high. But we'll have a few more people coming from our side; my sister and the others will be coming too."

Dong Qiao: That's great! It'll be more lively with more people.

Feng Xiaoni seemed lost in thought for a moment before smiling and saying, "Okay, I have no objection."

After agreeing on a time, Yan Na hung up the video call and exchanged a silent glance with Lan Yunchen.

Shen Muyun's phone rang; it was a video call from Xixi. As soon as she answered, Lan Yunxi's cheerful voice came through: "Happy New Year, Dad, Mom, Brother, and Sister-in-law!"

The sounds of fireworks exploding in the sky and the audio of the TV drama were transmitted to their respective mobile phones.

"Happy New Year, my darlings." The camera was pointed at the two children. Han Yichen and Han Yinuo were dressed in festive attire, both wearing red down jackets, and the little princess had a red hair clip in her hair.

Han's mother and husband leaned close to their phones to offer their blessings, and Han Yue greeted them politely.

Lan Yunxi didn't see her father in the living room and asked, "Where's Dad?"

Shen Muyun: "Your father and Uncle Yan went to the study."

"Oh, Happy New Year, Auntie."

Strict Mother: "Happy New Year, Xixi."

"Mom, we'll come tomorrow."

Lan Yunchen smiled, also missing the girl a little. "Whenever you come, your brother will come to pick you up."

Lan Yunxi smiled happily and made an OK sign.

Han's mother leaned closer to the screen and said, "Mu Yun, we won't be going. Guo Guo is due to give birth soon. Old Han and I will go to Blue City for the New Year next time."

Shen Muyun replied softly, "Lan Cheng can come anytime; the child is the most important thing in our hearts."