Bao Shaojin turned his head, looking at the girl’s bright face, and said in a deep, hoarse voice, "Happy Little New Year!" The man slightly raised one hand, holding a red envelope embossed with golden letters between his slender fingers. His rugged, stern face seemed as if it had been sculpted, with an air of authority in his brows and eyes. An Yin stared dazedly at the red envelope the man was handing over, foolishly asking, "Is this for me?" The girl’s cheeks were white and jade-like. As their eyes met, under Bao Shaojin’s inky sword-like brows, an obsessive dark light lay hidden in his pupils, "Yes." After speaking, he added, "All the children get one." An Yin blinked her clear, dark eyes, "I’m not a child." Hearing her words as if in a pout, Bao Shaojin lowered his long lashes, "Take it." His tone was peremptory as ever. An Yin hesitantly accepted it, "Thank you." After receiving the red envelope, An Yin weighed it in her hands, worried it might hold a "fortune," since, in her understanding, the man was pretty wealthy. If it was a substantial red envelope, she definitely needed to give it back to him. An Yin thought secretly. Bao Shaojin’s sharp gaze, capable of seeing through people’s hearts, lingered on An Yin for a while before he spoke, "There’s not much money inside." His words made An Yin’s heart tighten, her cheeks flushing crimson. She hurriedly looked down and mumbled, "Oh." Since he had given her a red envelope, An Yin wondered if she should reciprocate with a gift of her own. Her beautiful eyes moved slightly, landing on the bag she was carrying. She gently lifted it, placed it at her feet, and slowly opened it to see what was inside. With her actions, rustling sounds filled the car. Assistant Lin noticed her leaning over the bag through the rearview mirror, unsure of what she was doing. As he continued to observe, a sharp, cold gaze cut across his back, prompting Assistant Lin to sit up straight and focus on driving. "Bao Shaojin, happy Little New Year," An Yin pulled out a package of wedding candies from the bag and held it up to the man. On the back, where she couldn’t see, the packaging had the words "Eternal Harmony" written on it. Bao Shaojin stared at those words, his expression slightly dazed, and took it effortlessly, "Thank you." He held the candy box carefully, not wanting to apply too much pressure, as the paper was fragile and easy to damage. Seeing him accept it, An Yin finally felt at ease. She looked at the bustling streets outside and mused, "This used to be empty land, with grass growing taller than a person. I didn’t expect so many tall buildings and skyscrapers to be built during my university years." Her voice was as clear and gentle as a warbler’s song when she spoke. Bao Shaojin’s dark eyes quietly watched her and did not interrupt. "I heard from my mom that most people from our neighborhood bought houses here." An Yin looked upwards at the high-rise buildings, a hint of melancholy on her face. "Do you want to live here too?" Bao Shaojin raised an eyebrow and asked. Not that it’s impossible, but the houses here don’t have much potential for appreciation, he thought. "Not at all," An Yin denied his thought, "I just want to live with my mom; where she is, that’s my home." The girl’s eyes curved as she spoke her mind. Every time she mentioned Ms. An, a faint smile would linger on her lips, indicating her deep dependence on Ms. An. Even with these thoughts, a trace of possessiveness still flashed in his mind, and though he tried to suppress it, the restlessness lingered in his heart. At this moment, Bao Shaojin’s phone rang. He glanced at it, and a shadow clouded his brows. An Yin tilted her head, noticing the man calmly hang up, and softly asked, "Why don’t you answer the call?" The girl’s voice was low, like a mosquito’s buzz, as if she were afraid to disturb him. "Just trivial matters," The man’s tone clearly showed his displeasure. Even in her confusion, An Yin could feel it. Shortly after Bao Shaojin hung up, Assistant Lin’s phone began vibrating as well. Assistant Lin parked the car by the roadside, looking at the persistently ringing phone. He glanced at the man behind him before hurriedly answering. "Madam," Assistant Lin greeted respectfully. On the other end, whatever was said made Assistant Lin’s eyes cautiously flick over to Bao Shaojin several times. An Yin sat quietly, not daring to make a sound, fearing she might disturb Assistant Lin’s phone call. Then she heard Assistant Lin confidently assuring the caller, "Madam, the gentleman will come over as soon as he’s done." Right after Assistant Lin said this, the call was unceremoniously ended by the other party. Something occurred to An Yin, causing her fast-beating heart to race uncontrollably, as if it were about to burst out of her chest. So, did the man squeeze out time from his busy schedule just to give her a red envelope? She tried her best to manage her emotions and mumbled, "If you’re busy, just drop me off here." Bao Shaojin didn’t heed her words, looking ahead sharply, "Turn around." "Yes, sir," Assistant Lin promptly followed the command, making a U-turn ahead. An Yin tightly clutched the Little New Year’s red envelope given by the man, completely unaware of the slight sweat on her palms. Assistant Lin increased the speed, and before long, they were about to drive into her home street. An Yin spoke up, "Stop at the crossroads up ahead." All the neighbors lived on this street, and if anyone saw her getting out of a luxury car, they would undoubtedly start gossiping. Bao Shaojin studied her with deepening eyes, all her thoughts written clearly on her face. "Do as she says," he instructed at an unhurried pace. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝓷𝓮𝓽 Arriving at the intersection, An Yin’s hand froze on the car door. She turned to look at the man’s aloof profile. He didn’t look at her, and An Yin slowly said, "Take care on the road." It wasn’t until the car door closed. The man turned his head, watching the girl’s slender figure through the car window. Assistant Lin was about to start the car when a cold voice came from behind him. As he spoke, his gaze became increasingly dark as he looked at the girl. The girl’s steps were light, her long hair hanging down her back, swaying in the wind, creating a semi-circular arc. Only after An Yin’s figure completely vanished from his view, did he say, "Let’s go." Assistant Lin started the car, nerves mounting at what was about to transpire. The call from Madam Bao was most likely about the matters concerning the gentleman and the Lin Family’s young lady. Recently, Miss Lin, under Madam Bao’s name, often came to the company to deliver meals. Even though she was repeatedly turned away by the gentleman, she remained undeterred, always finding ways to appear at the company. Assistant Lin found it quite frustrating because dealing with Miss Lin fell on him.