Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 241 What are you doing? Why did you suddenly get into this position?

The study door was half-open. She heard footsteps approaching outside, quickly let go of his hand, and didn't wait for Pei Weijin's response.

After the footsteps faded away, she smiled slightly and put the newly written "Fu" character and couplets aside: "We'll take these home. Our little home also needs to have 'Fu' characters pasted up so that we can have plenty of good fortune next year."

"My little family..."

Pei Weijin slowly savored the two words, a smile appearing in his eyes, as if a dandelion that had been wandering for a long time had finally found fertile soil to take root in, feeling settled and secure.

He nodded in agreement: "Okay, then I'll go look for some new red paper to write on. We have a lot of doors and walls in our house, so we can stick a lot of paper on them."

Yan Zhuoyu quickly grabbed him: "You don't need to write so much. We just need to stick it on the bedroom and the front door. If you keep writing, it'll be dark soon. Don't you want to go home earlier and spend time alone with me?"

Pei Weijin stopped in his tracks, and she took his cool hand in hers, her palm slightly damp.

He gazed into Yan Zhuoyu's clear, bright eyes, nodded vigorously, and said slowly, "I want to spend the New Year with you, and many, many New Years together."

Yan Zhuoyu squeezed his fingers and smiled mischievously: "I was thinking too, we can have another late-night snack when we get home, and treat it as our New Year's Eve dinner?"

Since it's finally Chinese New Year, she naturally wants to treat herself to a good meal after a year of neglect.

The Dongpo pork, especially tonight, was unforgettable.

Pei Weijin glanced at her and immediately understood what she was thinking. He said gently, "Okay, then I'll go ask Uncle Li for the recipe for Dongpo pork. I can make it for you anytime you want to eat it."

"We have a chef at home, why don't we just give the recipe to them and let them learn it?"

"That way, whenever you crave Dongpo pork, you'll think of me."

In recent years, the programs on the gala have become increasingly out of touch with the public's taste. Yan Zhuoyu watched a skit with her elders for a while, but quickly found it utterly uninteresting.

Seeing that it was getting late, Lin Qinglan got together to put up the "Fu" character and couplets.

Several of the couplets that Pei Weijin had written were replaced. Yan Zhuoyu carefully put them away in the car, intending to take them back to their little home and paste them in the yard as a memento.

In northern Beijing, there is a custom of eating dumplings on New Year's Eve, which symbolizes the transition from the old year to the new.

After staying at Yunwan Garden until a little after nine o'clock, Yan Zhuoyu and Pei Weijin prepared to go home.

When they arrived, the trunk of the car was empty; when they left, it was full of New Year's goods prepared by Lin Qinglan, including sausages, fish balls, and other delicacies that Yan Zhuoyu had previously mentioned were delicious.

Aunt Jiang named the little white dog Chunfeng. It was clever, quick-witted, and very intelligent. Today, when they left Jiangjia Village, Chunfeng stood in the yard, looking rather pitiful, to see them off.

Grandma was worried about Chunfeng, so she didn't go back to the villa with Yan Zhuoyu and also declined Lin Qinglan's invitation. She was getting old, and having finally returned to the place where she grew up, all she wanted was to go back to Jiangjia Village, to tend the fire in the stove, and to have Chunfeng by her side. She felt especially at ease then.

After returning to the villa, Yan Zhuoyu and Pei Weijin pasted up the "Fu" characters one by one. It was almost ten o'clock.

She nestled comfortably on Pei Weijin's lap, happily grabbing red envelopes in various group chats on her phone.

As soon as the sound effect of opening a red envelope rang, Yan Zhuoyu sat up and complained, "Wow, I'm the luckiest one again. It's my turn to send out red envelopes again."

Pei Weijin was editing a Weibo post when he looked up at her and said, "Since you're so lucky, why don't I have Meng Yuting buy a few sets of lottery tickets for you to scratch?"

Yan Zhuoyu shook her head: "Forget it, it's okay to play a ten-yuan scratch-off ticket once in a while, but a whole sheet is out of the question. I will resolutely reject pornography, gambling and drugs, starting with myself."

Pei Weijin smiled and patted his wife, a model citizen.

She was incredibly lucky tonight, grabbing ten red envelopes in a row in the university dormitory group chat, and winning the "best luck" prize each time. Qin Zhuyue was always right behind her, barely missing out on the "best luck" prize by just a few cents.

Qin Zhuyue said happily, "Hahaha, you really went to all this trouble. I'm making you feel embarrassed by all the red envelopes you've been giving me."

Shen Qinghe was also amused. After sending the first red envelope and becoming the "locomotive" (a metaphor for someone who sets off a train), she never sent a second one.

Yan Zhuoyu, indignant, launched into a accusatory mode: "So that's why you two called me so unusually to urge me to claim the red envelopes when I wasn't grabbing them. Were you just waiting for this?"

After she sent another red envelope, Qin Zhuyue finally got the best luck.

The person next to her quietly let her rest her head on his lap, without looking at her phone screen.

Five minutes later, after Pei Weijin finished editing his Weibo post, he suddenly received a message notification.

It was Yan Zhuoyu who transferred the money to him, amounting to 100 yuan.

Pei Weijin didn't accept the red envelope. Instead, he smiled and looked down at her, asking, "Baby, why did you send me a red envelope too?"

Yan Zhuoyu said in a serious tone, "This is called 'yasui'. During the Chinese New Year, elders give red envelopes to younger generations. I wish Master Pei a healthy and happy new year, and a blissful life with his loved one."

On New Year's Eve, when everyone stays up to welcome the new year, she deliberately emphasized the word "elder" to take advantage of him and try to banter with Pei Weijin to pass the time.

Pei Weijin wasn't in a hurry at all. He gently stroked her small, round earlobe and said, "Yes, my wife is the most important person. She is indeed my elder. So I'll accept this red envelope."

In fact, the money in this red envelope was transferred from Pei Weijin's card by Yan Zhuoyu, which can be described as "in one hand and out the other".

Pei Weijin didn't care about any of that; all he knew was that his wife had given him a large red envelope.

The amount in the red envelope is a homophone for "I love you forever".

Following their rule that the one with the best luck should send a red envelope, Pei Weijin thought for a moment and transferred ten yuan.

One lifetime isn't enough; at least ten lifetimes would be needed. If he weren't worried that Yan Zhuoyu would get annoyed being tied to him for too long, he would want to live forever.

When Yan Zhuoyu saw his transfer records, she felt extremely distressed: "Are you stupid? Why is there no transaction fee for withdrawals? It's the New Year, and you're trying to boost someone's sales performance, and this..."

She played with the man's hand and started telling him her college stories again.

Just as Pei Weijin was engrossed in listening, Yan Zhuoyu suddenly paused suspiciously, blurted out a few "I love you"s quickly, and then seamlessly continued telling the story.

If it weren't for the blush on her cheeks, Pei Weijin would have thought he was hallucinating.

He picked up Yan Zhuoyu and straddled her on his lap with her legs spread apart.

Yan Zhuoyu placed her hand on the man's shoulder, meeting his smiling, starry eyes, bright and clear, full of joy.

Feeling a little embarrassed by that sincere and innocent gaze, she looked away, feeling her face burning: "What are you doing? Why did you suddenly get into this position?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to formally respond to what you just said. I love you too, my wife."

Pei Weijin placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, lighter than a snowflake, with the force of cherishing a precious treasure.

He didn't really like being called "brother" or similar terms; he preferred to hear Yan Zhuoyu call him "husband" or "traditional husband."

Pure love, not familial or friendly affection, limited to romantic relationships and marital relationships.

The two hugged each other and shared many heartfelt words.

They stayed up until 2 a.m., and Yan Zhuoyu hugged Pei Weijin's neck and drifted off to sleep in his arms.