Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

As dusk settled over the branches, it cast long shadows of the group. The evening breeze carried the faint scent of grass and trees, infusing the air with the last gentle warmth of twilight.

Zhang Haike's voice was calm and clear, "You don't need to worry about the travel permit issue, we will take care of everything."

Shen Mingchao stood still.

She could clearly feel Zhang Haike's sincerity; his thoughtfulness and consideration made it impossible for her to refuse.

She responded softly, her tone gentle: "I'll go if I have time."

"it is good."

Zhang Haike was completely relieved.

But as Shen Mingchao turned around, he couldn't help but mutter something under his breath.

"Boom hey play, inside the wheel inside the hasa pine needle."

The voice had lost its usual crispness and gained an undeniable magnetism.

He pulled back the step he had taken, turned around, and looked at Shen Mingchao with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

"Is this Cantonese?"

Zhang Haike nodded slightly: "Yes. Do you understand?"

Shen Mingchao shook his head.

Zhang Haike leaned forward slightly, getting even closer, and his light scent filled the air.

He said gently, "It's alright, I can teach you if you want to learn."

"What did you mean by what you just said?"

"Welcome to Hong Kong."

lie.

The real meaning of that sentence is—

I'm so lucky to have you in my life.

A gentle evening breeze blew by, and Zhang Haike's expression softened.

This Cantonese phrase and his thoughts were hidden in the night, becoming a secret that no one knew when it would be revealed.

hope....

Hopefully, he'll live to see the day he tells the truth.

*

The second type of person who gives red envelopes is the shy type, who is characterized by scratching their ears and cheeks, blushing easily, and exuding unease.

Notable figures include: Wang Meng, Kan Jian, and Yang Hao.

These three people are incredibly famous.

Wang Meng still couldn't shake the habit of stuttering when nervous. She held the red envelope in both hands and stuffed it into Shen Mingchao's hands, afraid that she wouldn't accept it. She kept saying that it was for buying canned food for San San.

His tone was hurried, which was kind of cute.

Shen Mingchao weighed the thickness of the red envelope in his fingertips and silently clicked his tongue in amazement.

Wow, this rich guy is raising a cat like he'd be raising a truck! San San is living such a good life.

But then she thought that it was better for the cat to not be too fat, as it was bad for its health. So she felt at ease keeping San San's food for now and returning it to it when San San grew up.

Hehehe~

The other two weren't much better off.

Watching as the color was gradually applied to the face of the vest.

Shen Mingchao really wanted to say, "Brother, it's such a waste for me to have this physique with you."

As for Yang Hao...

If his neck hadn't turned red and he hadn't uttered those cringeworthy words, the gesture of handing out the red envelope might have looked even cooler.

Bro, this tattoo is a complete waste of your talent.

The third type is the Santa Claus type.

Representative figures: Zhang Qianjun, Luo Que.

These two are really quite discreet.

He didn't see a single person from beginning to end, only a lonely red envelope lying on the table. If it weren't for the signature on it, Shen Mingchao would never have guessed who gave it to him, no matter how hard he tried.

There's no way around it, having too many people is a hassle.

The rest... have a rather unique style.

For example, the arrogant and aloof Hordorff.

The man had a cold expression and indifferent eyes. He was handing out a red envelope, but he spoke harshly, "If you dare to call me an elder, you're finished."

Shen Mingchao said in a serious tone: "Elders."

"..."

Hodor was taken aback for a moment, then laughed angrily, "You insist on contradicting me, don't you?"

"It's different." Shen Mingchao smiled slyly, his eyes sparkling. "If you hadn't said that, I definitely wouldn't have said it, but everyone has a rebellious streak; the more you forbid something, the more enthusiastic you become about doing it. It's an instinct, you understand?"

Understand my ass!

Huo Daofu adjusted his glasses, looked at the barely concealed smile in Shen Mingchao's eyes, took a deep breath, and ultimately said nothing more.

Meanwhile, Bai She, the straightforward guy, remained unrestrained and stood casually in front of Shen Mingchao: "Wu Xie and the others are all old and are indeed our elders, but I am different. Mingchao, we are not that much older than each other. This red envelope is given in my brother's name. I hope you will accept it."

"elder brother?"

Suddenly, a strange voice came from the side.

A large, black rat-like figure darted out, shoved the white snake aside, and stood firmly in front of Shen Mingchao. It immediately put on a fawning and playful smile and eagerly handed over the red envelope.

"Ming Dynasty, you've already called so many people 'brother,' you don't need to add me, Blackie, to the mix, do you?"

Zhang Haiyan followed closely behind, quickly catching up and holding up a red envelope as well: "Wait a minute, I'm here too."

Shen Mingchao: "..."

These two are typical talkative and noisy types. They swarm around her like two flies, one saying a word and the other a sentence, insisting that she call him "brother." Even when she says "brother," it doesn't work. They insist that "brother" sounds better and makes her look younger.

Shen Mingchao's temples throbbed from the noise.

How young do these two disrespectful centenarians really want to be?

It feels like if you put chives, eggs, and shrimp in their mouths, they'll turn into dumpling filling in no time.

Of all the people, there was one person who was the most special.

When Shen Mingchao approached Qi Qiu, the latter was engrossed in doing homework at his desk.

Warm yellow light gently shone down from above, casting a small shadow under the boy's lowered eyelashes.

Shen Mingchao stood at the door, his footsteps unconsciously becoming lighter, not wanting to disturb his concentration.

But Qi Qiu was truly perceptive.

As soon as she entered the room, Qi Qiu immediately noticed the commotion. She put down her pen, and when she saw the person who had come in, her clear eyes were filled with surprise and joy. She quickly went to greet her.

"Sister? You were looking for me?"

"Mm." Shen Mingchao handed over the red envelope: "This is for you."

Qi Qiu paused for a moment, her gaze falling on the red envelope, and the tips of her ears quickly flushed a light red.

He looked at Shen Mingchao, his eyes clear and shy: "Sister, is this something unique to me?"

Even if he didn't look at what was happening outside, he knew about it. He had been thinking about whether to give something more unique to stand out from the crowd, but unexpectedly, he received the first and only special favor.

"You're younger than me, so of course I should take better care of you."

What Shen Mingchao didn't say was that she had actually given red envelopes to all the children she knew, but seeing Qi Qiu's surprised expression, she didn't expose her.

"Alright, you can focus on your work now, I won't bother you anymore."

Huo Xiuxiu, Fatty, and the aunt next door all messaged her, inviting her over, indicating that her journey of receiving red envelopes was not yet over.

Beautiful~

Qi Qiu stood quietly until Shen Mingchao's figure completely disappeared before he came to his senses, turned around and walked to the table.

The papers spread out on the table contained no words, only a portrait of a beautiful young girl looking back.

Lifelike, with tender eyes.

Qi Qiu's slender fingertips delicately traced the girl's eyebrows and eyes, and he murmured softly in the quiet night.

"When will you look at me like that?"

"Ming Dynasty..."