There were two huge lanterns hanging at the entrance, both of which were lit.
There were rhyming couplets hanging on the gates. Since it was still Grandmother's mourning period, they had specifically selected the couplets.
There were two long strings of firecrackers in the courtyard as well.
Yan Rusheng drove his car into the courtyard and stopped. Aunt Zhang came out and saw him. She was rather excited as she yelled, "Second Madam! Third Young Master is back!"
Mu Li and Su Yue came running out of the house when they heard Aunt Zhang.
"Third Yan…"
"Third brother!"
It was Chinese New Year's Eve, and they had assumed that he wouldn't be coming home.
Yan Rusheng gave them a fleeting tiny smile and walked into the house.
Yan Weihong was already in the dining room. He was wearing a dark brown woolen shirt with a pair of gold spectacles. He merely threw a casual glance at Yan Rusheng.
Yan Rusheng addressed him. "Father."
