The three of them passed the time by playing cards until midnight. As the fireworks went off, Old Man Zhao handed out red envelopes, one to each of them.
"Thank you, Father."
"Thank you, Father."
Meng Yunhan, beaming with joy, went to bed.
How many years has it been since she received a red envelope?
Her parents-in-law never gave them to her. Only her father would gift her a red envelope every Chinese New Year.
"Ahao, where's my red envelope?" she asked, all smiles, as soon as she entered the room.
Without hesitation, Yun Hao handed the red envelope in his hand to Meng Yunhan. "Happy New Year, love," he said.
Yun Hao knew that his wife was the wealthier one in the house, and he would give up his entire monthly salary for her to manage.
