To marry into the family in place of his brother? Impossible!

Just then, as Jiang Jinhuan and Luo Qingyi were approaching their uncle's house, Luo Qingyi smiled and took out several red envelopes from her pocket and handed them to him.

Jiang Jinhuan looked at Luo Qingyi with a puzzled expression.

Luo Qingyi said, "I forgot, how many children does my uncle's family have? Here's a red envelope! There's twenty yuan inside, just a token."

Jiang Jinhuan patted his forehead: "Look at me, I should have thought of these things sooner!"

Luo Qingyi said, "You don't need to think about these things. I'll take care of them myself!"

Jiang Jinhuan reached out and pinched Luo Qingyi's ear. "Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Luo Qingyi's legs went weak from being touched, and she lay on his chest, breathing rapidly, but she did not stop Jiang Jinhuan's warm hand.

Jiang Jinhuan noticed Luo Qingyi's unusual behavior and immediately stopped.

He sensed that Luo Qingyi was becoming increasingly sensitive.

Luo Qingyi blushed and broke free from Jiang Jinhuan's embrace, looking reluctant to part.

I knocked on my uncle's door.

Luo Qingyi pulled Jiang Jinhuan inside, saying, "Uncle, we've come to wish you a Happy New Year!"

The entire family of the eldest uncle stood at the door waiting, and when they saw Luo Qingyi walk in with Jiang Jinhuan, everyone beamed with joy.

"Qingyi's here! This must be Xiao Jiang, right? He looks so handsome!"

"Come inside quickly, it's cold outside!"

"Xiao Jiang, come here, this is a red envelope from your uncle, take it!"

Before Jiang Jinhuan could react, several bright red envelopes had already been stuffed into his hand.

He looked down at the red envelope in his hand, then looked up at Luo Qingyi.

He seemed surprised that a grown man like himself would receive a red envelope.

Also, aren't they being a little too enthusiastic towards me? Are they treating me like a new son-in-law?

Seeing Jiang Jinhuan's bewildered expression, Luo Qingyi stood beside him, covering her mouth and laughing so hard her shoulders were shaking.

Jiang Jinhuan shook his head helplessly and smiled.

Over the next few hours, Jiang Jinhuan followed Luo Qingyi to visit several relatives.

Every time he entered a house, he was warmly welcomed in, given a red envelope, and praised for his good looks, saying that Qingyi had good taste and that they would be family from now on.

His pockets were filled with more and more red envelopes, and the smile on his face became more and more natural.

Luo Qingyi was beside him, occasionally sneaking a squeeze on his hand, smiling like a cat that had just stolen some cream.

During lunch, Uncle pulled Jiang Jinhuan aside for a couple of drinks, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Little Jiang, Qingyi has always been stubborn, but she's a good girl. You must treat her well in the future. If you bully her, I won't let you off the hook."

Jiang Jinhuan put down his wine glass and nodded seriously: "Uncle, don't worry, I won't bully her."

Luo Qingyi sat beside her, head down, picking at the rice in her bowl, her ears so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

In the afternoon, the two left their uncle's house and walked back home.

The warm sunshine shone on me, and the snow on the roadside began to melt, dripping water droplets.

Luo Qingyi walked ahead, then suddenly turned around, took a few steps back, and looked at Jiang Jinhuan.

Are you happy today?

Jiang Jinhuan looked at her face, which was gilded by the sunlight, and nodded with a smile: "Happy."

Luo Qingyi's lips curled up, she turned around and strode forward, her steps as light as a rabbit's.

As Jiang Jinhuan watched her cheerful figure disappear into the distance, a corner of his heart slowly melted.

Just then, his phone rang.

He took it out and saw that it was the number of Shen Qinghan's best friend, Xiaoyue.

He added Xiaoyue's phone number because of Chen Ran's matter last time.

Jiang Jinhuan answered the phone: "Feed? Xiaoyue? Happy New Year."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, then Shen Qinghan's voice came through, unusually hoarse.

"Jin Huan... are you free right now?"

Jiang Jinhuan stopped in his tracks.

He noticed the unusual quality in her voice—a trembling that suggested she was suppressing something, as if she were trying to hold back some emotion.

"Xiaoyue, what's wrong?"

"I..." Xiaoyue paused, then took a deep breath, "Could you come over? Something's happened to Qinghan."

Jiang Jinhuan gripped his phone tightly: "Qinghan? Don't worry, tell me the address, I'm coming over now."

Luo Qingyi stopped when she heard his tone was off, turned around and looked at him with a questioning look in her eyes.

Jiang Jinhuan hung up the phone, walked up to her, and said with a serious expression, "Qingyi, Xiaoyue called and said that something happened to Qinghan, so I have to go over there."

Luo Qingyi asked in surprise, "Shen Qinghan? What happened to her?"

"I don't know what happened, but for Xiaoyue to call me at this time, it must be something serious!"

Luo Qingyi said, "Alright, go ahead!"

Jiang Jinhuan looked at Luo Qingyi and said, "I'm sorry!"

Luo Qingyi smiled and said, "There's no need for apologies between us!"

Upon returning to the Luo family home, Luo Qingyi immediately told them that Jiang Jinhuan had urgent business to attend to and needed to leave right away.

Although Luo's father and mother were puzzled, they did not force him to stay.

Jiang Jinhuan also had no idea what had happened to Shen Qinghan.

But at this point, if he gets a call, he absolutely has to go and check it out.

Shen Qinghan's home is also not in Jiangcheng.

It's quite a distance from Luo Qingyi's place; it takes two hours to drive there.

Jiang Jin Huan did not linger at the Luo family's place.

He drove away around 2 p.m., heading towards Shen Qinghan's home.

In the car, Jiang Jinhuan dialed Shen Qinghan's number.

The call was answered quickly. Shen Qinghan's voice was a little hoarse, as if she hadn't had a good rest for several days.

Jiang Jinhuan felt a tightness in his chest upon hearing this.

"Qinghan, how are you now?"

"Me? I'm fine! Happy New Year, Jin Huan!"

Hearing Shen Qinghan's deliberately suppressed tone, Jiang Jinhuan's heart sank even further. Clearly, Shen Qinghan was hiding something from him; otherwise, she wouldn't be calling Xiaoyue.

Jiang Jinhuan knew he wouldn't get any information from her at this point, but since Shen Qinghan could still answer the phone, it meant she was alright, which made him feel a little relieved.

Based on the address provided by Xiaoyue, Jiang Jinhuan quickly arrived at the city where Shen Qinghan was located.

He didn't see Shen Qinghan at her home, but at the hospital.

Jiang Jinhuan walked towards the hospital building.

My heart is heavy. Could it be that Shen Qinghan is sick?

He was walking quickly and almost bumped into a young man in front of him without noticing.

Jiang Jin Huan quickly apologized. The other person was dressed elegantly and was carrying a fruit basket and flowers.

The flowers were red roses, as if they were on their way to a marriage proposal.

After apologizing, Jiang Jinhuan quickly got on the elevator.

There were many people, and Jiang Jinhuan just happened to arrive at the right time.

When the young man with the flowers came over, Jiang Jinhuan wanted to give up his seat.

Unexpectedly, the other person covered their nose and backed away.

The elevator doors closed, and it continued upwards.

As he stepped out of the elevator, he saw Shen Qinghan sitting in the corridor.

She looked extremely haggard, as if she had been completely drained.

"Qinghan?" Jiang Jinhuan asked.