Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Su Wanqing didn't say anything, but she was thinking to herself that if they dared to come again, she would let them experience the power of a hundred times the speed.

Uncle Ding suddenly shouted, "Look, the variety show has started!"

Everyone quickly gathered around the television. The colorful screen lit up, and the host, dressed in festive red, delivered his blessings, instantly filling the room with warmth.

Ding Xiaomei brought over a small table and, while preparing the dumpling filling, called out to everyone, "Come on, let's watch and wrap them together!"

Xiuer and Aunt Wang were in charge of making dumplings, while the rest of the people rolled out the dumpling wrappers. Everyone had something to do, and they were also chatting away.

Uncle Ding even went to the backyard to give the animals an extra meal, adding more good food.

Da Bao and Xiao Bao each held a panda plush toy, curled up on the sofa, watching with great interest.

Zhou's mother was cracking melon seeds, leaning leisurely back in her chair.

Zhou Yanshen sat under the lamp making wood carvings. The blade lightly sliced ​​across the wood, and in no time he carved two lifelike little wooden horses, which he prepared to give to Dabao and Xiaobao as New Year's gifts.

Su Wanqing sat to the side with a smile, holding an old-fashioned knitting needle in her hand, knitting a scarf while watching TV.

Ding Xiaomei has been knitting several sweaters for the whole family these past few days. She doesn't know any complicated patterns, only the most basic plain knitting method. She is preparing to knit a scarf for Zhou Yanshen.

The television was filled with cheerful songs and dances, and the occasional sound of firecrackers could be heard outside the window. The warm yellow light inside the house illuminated everyone's faces, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.

After the party ended, the sound of firecrackers finally rang out intermittently outside—after Lunar New Year's Eve, it would be the first day of the new year.

At midnight, Ding Xiaomei neatly arranged the wrapped dumplings on the cutting board, leaving them to cook the next morning.

She called her two children over to kowtow and wish their elders a Happy New Year.

Uncle Ding happily took out red envelopes and gave each person two yuan.

For once, Zhou's mother was generous and gave out brand-new New Year's money.

After they finished kowtowing to this one and that one, it was finally Su Wanqing and Zhou Yanshen's turn. The two children were a little dizzy from all the kowtowing, but they still called out in their childish voices:

Happy New Year to my uncle and aunt! Wishing them good health and a safe delivery of my younger siblings soon!

Zhou Yanshen nodded with a smile and handed them the little wooden horse he had just carved: "Here you go."

The two little ones took the rocking horse and were delighted to find that it could run on its own with a gentle push.

"Alright, I accept your auspicious words." Su Wanqing patted their heads and took out two heavy gold locks from her pocket.

"This is something I've kept hidden away for you. I wish you a long and healthy life, and peace and joy."

Da Bao's father was so shocked his eyes widened: "This is too valuable..."

Ding Xiaomei stared at the gleaming gold lock for a few seconds, then looked at Zhou Yanshen. Zhou Yanshen smiled faintly: "Since it was given by Wanqing, then accept it."

Ding Xiaomei readily accepted the gift, smiling as she said, "Since it was given by Wanqing, then I'll thank their aunt and uncle on behalf of Dabao and Xiaobao!"

After giving the gold locks to Da Bao and Xiao Bao, Su Wanqing took out another gold lock and gently placed it in Nannan's arms: "Our Nannan is still small and can't speak, but she must grow up safely. This is a talisman for you."

Chen Xiuer's eyes reddened. It was Dr. Su who saved her and her daughter, allowing them to live. She could never repay Dr. Su's kindness in this lifetime.

She nodded heavily, her voice slightly choked with emotion: "Thank you on behalf of Nannan."

After giving the younger sister her New Year's money, Uncle Ding stood up and coughed, "Sister, what are you standing there for? Hurry up."

Reluctantly, Zhou's mother took out a small box, opened it, and found a pile of small gold jewelry inside—small gold locks, small gold bells, and small gold bracelets, all children's toys, and exactly three sets.

"According to custom, even if you're already a year old in the womb, you still have to receive lucky money. Since you haven't been born yet, you can accept it for them."

Su Wanqing was a little surprised—she had already searched through Zhou's mother's secret stash, so how could she still have so much gold hidden there?

She smiled and accepted it, saying, "Thank you, Mom." It was free, so she felt no shame in saying a few kind words.

Uncle Ding also stood up and handed over a box containing three neatly folded contracts:

"I don't have much to give, so I'll just give you three apartments. But they won't be in Bincheng, they'll be in the south."

Su Wanqing opened her mouth—No, you don't have anything else to give, so you're giving me a house?

So arrogant?

Where did Uncle Ding get so many properties?

While she was still in a daze, he took out two more boxes and handed them to Ding Xiaomei: "Originally, I planned to give one set each to you and your brother. Now that reform and opening up have begun, we can bring out the things we used to hide. But that bastard, never mind, let's not talk about him—these two sets are in Beijing. Although there are only two sets, they are more valuable." He didn't want her to say that he was biased, giving three sets to the unborn child and only giving her, his own child, two sets.

Ding Xiaomei was stunned: "Dad, I'm so old, why do I still get New Year's money?"

Uncle Ding had a stern face, but his eyes were smiling: "No matter how old you are, you are still Dad's child. As long as I'm alive, I have to give you lucky money every New Year."

Ding Xiaomei's eyes reddened. She felt that her father had changed a lot since she got together with Su Wanqing. The strange old man who used to have a bad temper and couldn't stand anyone seemed to have suddenly become easy to get along with.

That's for sure. How could Uncle Ding be in a good mood back then, paralyzed in bed? Now Uncle Ding is healthy and living a good life. When people have no worries, their temper naturally softens.

Aunt Wang watched with envy and whispered to Chen Xiuer, "Xiuer, I was wrong before. I always thought my life would just be like this, but after seeing Brother Ding, I think I have to work hard to earn money from now on."

Other people can easily buy a house for their children, but she's still worrying about the monthly rent.

She gritted her teeth, thinking that if she gave herself a few more years, when her daughter grew up, she would be able to afford a house.

Aunt Wang used to be a salted fish, but today she's changed—she's getting ready to roll up!

Even if it's just so that her daughter can have a better life in the future, she has to work hard.

She glanced at Guo Mingyuan and put their hands together: "You two can have children in the future, or you can not. If you do have children, I will treat them the same way I treat Nannan, regardless of gender. If Nannan has children, he will have a share too."

Guo Mingyuan pushed up his glasses, a rare smile appearing on his usually refined face: "Mom, it all depends on Xiuer. If she wants it, then we have it; if she doesn't, then Nannan is still my own daughter. We don't have a throne to inherit, so we absolutely have to have a child."

Xiuer smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "I'm busy making money lately, let's talk about it later."

She didn't want to go through another brush with death. Besides, all the money she was earning now went to her daughter. If she had another child later, who could guarantee that Guo Mingyuan would never change his mind and would love both of them?