He Teng had already felt a hint of embarrassment from being caught by He Zhilan for lying about not having prepared a red envelope. So, when Zhilan suddenly hugged him and kissed him, he was totally taken aback.
Glancing at his excited wife, a smile tugged at He Teng's lips, quietly turning up at the corners.
Zhilan didn't care about the money in the red envelope. She still carried a childish heart, enjoying receiving red envelopes and the blessing and care of the person giving them to her.
Without opening the red envelope, she slipped it under her pillow, mumbling softly, "Sleeping on the red envelope from my husband will make my sleep sweet tonight."
