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Chapter 463 Don't you understand the saying "Don't flaunt your wealth"?

Chapter 463 Don't you understand the saying "Don't flaunt your wealth"?

Wang Weiwei hugged Sister Ru's leg, her head was foggy, and waves of sleepiness washed over her. Her eyelids started to droop, but she still tried to stay awake.

Although she didn't quite understand what the adults were talking about, she could still feel the pleasant atmosphere.

She tugged at Sister Ru's sleeve, her soft voice tinged with confusion and sleepiness, and asked in a childish tone, "Mommy, who is coming to Xingcheng?"

Sister Ru didn't respond to her comment, lest she start asking endless questions.

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling on Wang Weiwei's head. He reached out and stroked her hair, then said, "Little one, we had so much fun today. Look, your godfather, godmother, and mom are all exhausted. We really want to go home and rest comfortably, okay? You should also be a good girl and get some sleep. Mom will set off fireworks with you tonight."

Upon hearing this, Wang Weiwei immediately raised her head, which had been drooping.

She tugged at Lin Yourong's sleeve, tilted her head up, and said with pleading eyes, "Godmother, are you sleepy? I still want to fly the goldfish kite high with Godfather."

Upon seeing this, Sister Ru immediately turned her head and gave Lin Yourong a wink.

Lin Yourong understood immediately, quickly suppressed the smile on her lips, pulled down her mask, and pretended to yawn while covering her mouth, feigning sleepiness.

"Little one, look, your godmother is so sleepy, I can't stop yawning." Sister Ru said as she kept turning the reel to reel in the kite.

"Mmm." Lin Yourong nodded in agreement, and even pretended to rub her eyes, looking exhausted.

Wang Weiwei looked at Lin Yourong's appearance, but her little hands were still tightly clutching the hem of Lin Yourong's clothes, unwilling to let go, and she even shook it gently.

Her voice was thick with nasal tone, and she pleaded, "Godmother! Just leave it out for a little while, just a little bit. I promise, we'll go home right away after this little bit, and I absolutely won't go back on my word."

Sister Ru paused in her reeling in the kite line, then chuckled and said, "Hey kid, your eyes are practically slits from sleepiness, and you're still thinking about flying a kite? You were just lying on your godfather's lap, almost asleep!"

Upon hearing Sister Ru's words, Wang Weiwei seemed to suddenly perk up, her eyes widening as if to prove that she was still full of energy.

She frowned and said earnestly, "I'm not sleepy! I can really play for a long, long time! Mom, look, look, my eyes are wide open, I'm not sleepy at all!"

Lin Yourong couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw Wang Weiwei's slightly comical facial expression.

The laughter was crisp and melodious.

Seeing this, Wang Weiwei perked up and started jumping around, completely different from her previous listless state.

She exclaimed excitedly, "Mom! Look, look! Godmother is smiling, she's not sleepy at all!"

Lin Yourong smiled as she put on her mask, then gently patted Wang Weiwei's head and said softly, "Weiwei, it's not that your godmother isn't sleepy, it's just that your adorable appearance makes me laugh."

Wang Weiwei was feeling happy when she inadvertently noticed that Yu Huan had already gotten the goldfish kite into his hands, while her own mother was constantly reeling in the kite string.

Her face fell instantly, she pouted, and reluctantly said "Okay then," but her eyes welled up with tears, which seemed about to spill over at any moment.

Yu Huan strode over from a short distance away. He had just seen Sister Ru start to reel in the kite and knew that she was about to leave, so he followed suit and put away his kite.

Seeing Wang Weiwei's expression, it was clear that the little one didn't want to go home.

He smiled and winked at Lin Yourong.

He then squatted down, placed the kite and reel on the ground, wiped away the tears that were about to fall from Wang Weiwei's eyes with his thumb, and gently comforted her, "Weiwei, why are you crying? It's a big holiday today, we can't cry! We've played with the kite for a long time today, let's fly it again when the weather is better, okay? Come on, Daddy will take you to the supermarket, whatever toy you want, Daddy will buy it for you, and bring all the toys you like home!"

Wang Weiwei tilted her head back, her eyes filled with hesitation and confusion, and asked softly, "Godfather, is what you said true? Can I really have anything I want? And also, Godfather, will you really take me kite flying again next time?"

As she spoke, she stared intently into Yu Huan's eyes.

The little guy is not old, but he has already learned to read people's expressions.

Sister Ru immediately exclaimed "Wow!" while continuing to spin the kite reel in her hand, feigning surprise on her face: "Weiwei, you really know how to grasp the essentials! You're thinking about toys, but you don't forget to fly a kite! Your godfather said so, so it must be true!"

Yu Huan smiled and reached out her finger to gently flick Wang Weiwei's nose.

He nodded, his tone very certain: "Of course it's true. When has your godfather ever lied to you? You can rest assured!"

"But...but Mom said you and your godparents want to sleep..." Wang Weiwei sniffed, completely forgetting that she was the one who almost fell asleep.

Yu Huan patiently explained, "So, I'll take you to the supermarket to buy toys first, and then we can go back and rest comfortably."

Wang Weiwei saw that Yu Huan spoke with great certainty, without the slightest perfunctory attitude, and did not seem to be making excuses for her.

Her eyes lit up instantly, and her disappointment and grievance vanished in an instant.

She grabbed Yu Huan's hand and said impatiently, "Godfather, let's go quickly! I want a Barbie doll, and lots and lots of pretty stickers! And a magic wand that lights up, it twinkles and looks so pretty!"

"Okay! No problem! I'll buy it all for you!" Yu Huan stood up, a bright smile on his face, and turned to Lin Yourong, asking curiously, "Wife, has the production team given us a reply yet?"

"Yes! Everything went smoothly!" Lin Yourong's voice was filled with undisguised joy.

Yu Huan nodded, looking relaxed: "That's good."

Since they've even managed to get the Hanggai Band on board, what's ethnic is also international—what more is there to say? It's a direct hit!

Yu Huan released Wang Weiwei's small hand, skillfully and neatly put away the two kites, gently patted the dust off his hands, then opened his arms and hugged Wang Weiwei, lifting her high in the air.

"Let's go buy toys!"

Wang Weiwei wrapped her arms tightly around Yu Huan's neck and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek: "Thank you, godfather!"

"Hey, Weiwei is so good." Yu Huan said with a smile.

Seeing this, Sister Ru smiled and squatted down, picking up a kite in each hand, and said, "Yu Huan, there are so many things in the back seat of the car, there's no room for anyone else. You can take her there, Su Su and I will go back first."

“Okay,” Yu Huan replied.

He carried Wang Weiwei as they walked towards the little BMW.

The little one chattered on and on, sharing her anticipation for the toy.

Watching his slow, retreating figure, Sister Ru turned to Lin Yourong and said, "I think Yu Huan really likes children." "He's quite popular with children himself," Lin Yourong said with a smile.

"That's true." Sister Ru nodded in agreement.

The group walked at a leisurely pace.

The setting sun cast its rays, pulling long shadows behind them...

As night falls, the lights are on.

The time after dinner is leisurely.

Yu Huan slumped comfortably in the soft sofa, a screenshot of a Weibo post sent by Wang Xianjiao on her phone screen.

Liang Qiaobo: Lin Su is absolutely right. Music should be pure; there shouldn't be any seniority-based hierarchy on stage.

He stared at the screenshot, lost in thought.

In various music programs, Liang Qiaobo always appears in the public eye with a professional and meticulous image.

This time, he stood up so clearly. I wonder if Lin Yourong's remarks on "I Am a Singer" really touched him?

After all, when it comes to seniority, Leung Kiu-pok and Ka-kui were in the music industry at the same time, so he could be considered a beneficiary to some extent.

Yu Huan tapped her fingers lightly on the sofa armrest, her gaze shifting from the Weibo screenshot on her phone screen to a corner of the living room.

There, at a small square table, with an electric stove underneath providing warmth, three women sat together, engrossed in a game of Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game).

Aunt Hong wore a pair of reading glasses on her nose, staring at the playing cards in her hand. Her brows furrowed slightly, and the fine lines on her forehead deepened. Her expression was serious and focused.

Every time it's time to play a card, she always rubs and selects the cards repeatedly in her hand, muttering to herself, just like now: "This hand is a bit difficult to play..."

Sister Ru, on the other hand, had a completely different style. She leaned back in her chair in a carefree manner, shouting as she played her cards, "Hey, watch me beat you all to a pulp!" As soon as she finished speaking, she casually tossed out a set of straights, as if victory was already in her grasp.

Lin Yourong was always quite quiet, with a faint smile on her lips. She played her cards at a leisurely pace, and a stack of colorful coins was already piled up on the table in front of her.

Clearly, she had a very successful game against Aunt Hong and her daughter.

It was just past seven o'clock, and the TV was playing lively programs from the Spring Festival season, with festive and cheerful background music echoing in the living room.

Yu Huan's gaze returned to his phone screen. He skillfully copied and pasted a carefully crafted short message and replied to the New Year's Eve greetings he received one by one.

He then put his phone back in his pocket and turned to look at Wang Weiwei, who was kneeling on the sofa beside him.

The little guy stared at him expectantly, clutching a few building blocks tightly in his hand: "Godfather, have you finished replying to the messages yet?"

"Alright." Yu Huan smiled and continued building with Wang Weiwei.

Two hands, one big and one small, moved among the colorful building blocks. As time passed, what started as scattered blocks gradually took shape.

When Yu Huan planted the last small flag firmly on top of the castle, Wang Weiwei could no longer contain her excitement. She jumped up excitedly on the sofa, raised her hands high, and shouted, "Godfather, we're done! This is the most beautiful castle in the world!"

Hearing the commotion, the three players of the card game turned to look.

Aunt Hong gave a very polite "Wow!" with a big smile on her face, and exclaimed, "Weiwei, you and your godfather are really amazing!"

Wang Weiwei crossed her arms, her little face full of pride. She raised her head, gave a loud "humph," and said in a clear voice, "Of course, godfather is the best! It's all thanks to godfather!"

Yu Huan smiled and patted her head. Even though Wang Weiwei was making things worse while building the blocks, he said gently, "This is not just thanks to your godfather. Weiwei is also very capable. If it weren't for Weiwei's help, your godfather wouldn't have been able to build it so quickly by himself."

Upon hearing this, Wang Weiwei wiggled her little body slightly, her smugness practically overflowing: "I knew I was amazing too! My godfather and I are the best team ever!"

Lin Yourong had a smile on her face that she couldn't help but smile.

After playing her three-of-a-kind with a pair, she had no intention of shuffling the cards any further. She gently supported herself on the edge of the table, stood up gracefully, and said, "It's getting late, Yu Huan and I should go back to our hometown."

Upon hearing the sound, Sister Ru subconsciously turned her head to look at the exquisitely designed European-style wall clock on the wall.

The clock hands had already steadily pointed to 7:30.

She placed a ten-yuan note on the table in front of Lin Yourong, smiling broadly, and said, "Alright, it's New Year's Eve, I won't keep you any longer."

Seeing this, Yu Huan also stood up.

He bent down slightly, patted Wang Weiwei's head, and said softly, "Weiwei, your godfather and godmother are going back to their hometown for the Chinese New Year. They'll come back to play with you after the New Year."

However, before his words could even echo in the air, Wang Weiwei's lips immediately pouted.

With her big, watery eyes, she looked back and forth between Yu Huan and Lin Yourong's faces, full of reluctance and pleading, and said, "Godfather and Godmother, please don't go. I really want to watch the beautiful fireworks with you."

“Weiwei, be good. Your godparents also need to go back to celebrate the New Year with their own parents.” Sister Ru stepped forward, her tone gentle yet firm, emphasizing at the end, “Don’t be so insensible!”

Wang Weiwei's face instantly fell, and her mouth was so full of sullenness.

“Yes, we need to go back and reunite with our families. Be a good girl,” Yu Huan unbuttoned his trench coat, took out a red envelope from his inner pocket, and waved it in front of Wang Weiwei. “Ta-da! Look, your godfather is giving you a red envelope.”

Wang Weiwei's gaze was fixed on the red envelope, but she didn't reach out to take it. Her lower lip was still pouting aggrievedly: "I don't want a red envelope, I just want my godparents to set off fireworks with me!"

At this moment, Aunt Hong, who had just finished counting the money, took off her reading glasses and said earnestly, "Weiwei, you can't be so insensible. Your godparents have spent the whole day playing with you, flying kites with you, building blocks with you, and even hung two beautiful kites on your room wall. They've also bought so many toys. They need to go back and spend time with their own parents."

Sister Ru stood up and walked over, pushing the red envelope in Yu Huan's hand away, saying, "Yu Huan, take it back quickly. We just gave you a red envelope not long ago. You're being too polite."

Yu Huan smiled and bent down, putting the red envelope directly into Wang Weiwei's hood, saying, "One thing at a time, this is New Year's money. It's for the New Year, it's all about celebration."

Unexpectedly, Wang Weiwei took out the red envelope and, like a little adult, earnestly handed it to Yu Huan, saying in a clear voice, "Godfather, I don't want the red envelope, I have plenty of money! I've saved it all!"

"Don't you know the saying 'don't flaunt your wealth'?" Yu Huan couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to gently flick her nose with his finger, teasingly saying, "Watch out, your godfather might take your lucky cat piggy bank away."

Wang Weiwei's eyes widened instantly: "Godfather! How did you know...?"

(End of this chapter)