After An Yin returned home, she placed the candy box brought by Doctor Huang on the dining table. Aunt Zhang, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, heard the sound of the door opening, strolled to the hall for a glance, and saw the figure of the little girl, "You’re back." "Mm." An Yin pointed to the dining table, "Aunt Zhang, have some wedding candy." "Hehe, sure, let me finish washing the dishes first." Aunt Zhang cheerfully walked back to the kitchen. After spending some time with the An Family mother and daughter, Aunt Zhang’s face had gradually shown more smiles, and she had become particularly kind to An Yin. An Yin saw Aunt Zhang heading to the kitchen and walked to the door of her mother’s bedroom, "Mom, Doctor Huang brought you a bag of wedding candy." An Ying was sitting on the bed. Hearing her daughter’s voice, she replied lightly, "Okay." An Yin noticed An Ying’s calm expression, her cheeks puffed slightly, and she felt a pang of sympathy for Doctor Huang, then sat down on the sofa in the hall. Her slender hand reached into the pocket of her clothes and encountered a cool red envelope, which she took out with a slightly surprised look. Holding it in her palm, she looked at the flowing and vigorous characters on the red envelope, giving a strong and powerful visual impression. The man said there wasn’t much money inside. An Yin opened the red envelope and saw it was filled with red bills. She took the red envelope, pouring the money onto the sofa. When the last bill fell out, An Yin was dumbfounded for a moment, a one-yuan bill? She picked them all up and began counting... One hundred, two hundred, three hundred... After counting, An Yin murmured. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝘯𝘦𝘵 One thousand four hundred and fifty-one yuan. To An Yin, the amount in the red envelope was somewhat large; however, at this moment, she was more curious about whether this number had any other meaning. After tidying up the kitchen, Aunt Zhang took off her apron and came to the hall, seeing the little girl in a daze with the new bills. She stepped forward, "Who gave you the red envelope?" An Yin snapped out of her daze and looked at her, "Bao Shaojin gave it." "Did the gentleman come over just now?" Aunt Zhang asked cheerfully. "Mm, but he’s already left." An Yin lowered her eyes guilty, even she could sense that the man came over specially to give her the red envelope. "The gentleman is quite thoughtful, specially bringing a red envelope for you during the Little New Year," Aunt Zhang said with a touch of comfort. Thinking of how the gentleman had been entirely devoted to work over the years, Aunt Zhang felt a bit saddened. Now that there was finally a young girl he liked, Aunt Zhang sincerely felt happy for him. An Yin hummed, thinking that since Aunt Zhang worked with Bao Shaojin, she must somewhat understand his thoughts. "Aunt Zhang, he put one thousand four hundred and fifty-one yuan in the red envelope, is this some tradition of his family?" Aunt Zhang pondered this number deeply, "I don’t think so." Having worked at the Bao Family for many years, she always received substantial red envelopes during holidays, always rounded amounts. The little girl mentioned this number, but Aunt Zhang really couldn’t figure it out. Seeing Aunt Zhang didn’t know either, An Yin searched online on her phone but found nothing. Throughout the afternoon, An Yin nestled on the sofa pondering this matter. Aunt Zhang watched the little girl’s dazed look, smiling brightly. Aunt Zhang carried a cup of tea to An Ying’s bedroom. An Ying reached out to take it, "Thank you." There was a stool beside her, and Aunt Zhang sat down. Every time she saw An Ying, she couldn’t help but marvel in her heart: how could there be such a beautiful woman in the world? Aunt Zhang learned from An Ying that all these years, An Yin was raised by An Ying alone. Aunt Zhang became even more appreciative, wondering how such an incredibly beautiful woman could be taken for granted by a man, truly a blind person! "Sister Zhang, what is Yinyin doing, it’s so quiet outside," An Ying put down her cup of tea. "The gentleman came by and gave her a red envelope, she’s counting the money right now." Aunt Zhang realized her words and noticed the change in An Ying’s expression, stopping herself from speaking further. After spending time together, she clearly felt that An Ying was wary of the gentleman, so she always showed a bit of concern when she saw her daughter getting close to him. "Actually, the gentleman is just doing it for good luck," Aunt Zhang added, slowly raising her head to observe the other’s reaction. An Ying’s eyes darkened. Aunt Zhang didn’t dare to speak more at this moment, even though An Ying looked very weak, her silent demeanor gave off an authoritative aura, if not for knowing she lived in this shabby building, for a moment, Aunt Zhang would’ve thought An Ying was a noble lady from a wealthy family. After all, An Ying’s serene and gentle demeanor left a lasting impression. In the quiet air, An Ying suddenly made a remark. Aunt Zhang’s worried heart finally relaxed. The gentleman finally found a young girl he liked. The Bao Mansion opposed it, which was already tough enough. If An Ying also obstructed it, wouldn’t the gentleman’s bumpy road to love be cut off? Aunt Zhang didn’t dare stay long in An Ying’s bedroom and went directly to the kitchen to make soup; tonight’s Little New Year Eve dinner had to be lavish. As darkness fell, Aunt Zhang prepared the meals. The two supported An Ying out of the bedroom. The three sat in the narrow living room, sipping hot bone soup, the atmosphere was very harmonious. Soon after, the sound of children’s laughter came from outside, mixed with the sound of fireworks, very joyful. In the past, it was just the mother and daughter at the An Family, but now with Aunt Zhang, it didn’t feel restrictive. Instead, Aunt Zhang’s presence made An Ying speak more than usual. After dinner, An Yin rushed to wash the dishes. Aunt Zhang intended to stop her but was halted by An Ying. Then, the two shared a look and smiled, as if a tacit understanding had formed between them. A little girl can be pampered, but not indulged. Since An Ying’s injury, she spent most of her time in the bedroom. Knowing she liked reading newspapers, Aunt Zhang would buy one while grocery shopping downstairs every day. The night quietly approached. Outside, the children continued to make noise, and the interrupted sounds of fireworks kept coming. An Yin held a thick quilt and lay on the sofa. Since Aunt Zhang came to take care of An Ying, An Yin voluntarily gave up her bedroom and slept on the sofa every night, her small body fitting perfectly on the sofa. After playing on her phone for a while, as she lay on the sofa, drowsy, she suddenly heard a noise, immediately waking up, drowsily got up, and ran to An Ying’s bedroom. She quickly pushed open the door and saw An Ying frowning, scratching the skin around the edge of the cast, looking very uncomfortable. "Mom." An Yin approached and sat on the bed edge, "Are you uncomfortable?" "It’s a bit itchy, and the bottle of medicine the doctor prescribed earlier is finished. Can you take the bottle to Doctor Huang and ask if there’s more of this medicine?" If it wasn’t unbearable, An Ying wouldn’t want her daughter to go out at this late hour. "Okay." An Yin took the medicine bottle from the nightstand.