The Young Matriarch

Chapter 952: Chapter 952: Can I ask for some benefits in advance?

After having a family reunion dinner at the Duan Family, it was time to stay up late for the New Year.

Bai Chuwei followed Duan Feihan back to his bedroom, and upon pushing the door open, she saw his black bed, with their pet, Yiyi, curled up sleeping underneath. Because it was so large, its scaly tail stuck out from under the bed; it seemed to be having a good dream, its tail wagging leisurely from time to time, looking quite at ease.

Bai Chuwei glanced at Duan Feihan and said excitedly, "Hanhan, do you want a New Year’s gift?"

Just now, she had also sent Duan Xingye a New Year’s gift, and he was so thrilled, he was shouting "Auntie" one moment and "Dear Dad" the next.

Duan Feihan turned on the TV in the bedroom, where the second half of the Spring Festival Gala was being broadcast live.

He walked over to the bedside table, pulled it open, took out a red envelope he had prepared long ago, and handed it to her: "New Year’s money."

Bai Chuwei’s eyes lit up as she excitedly opened the red envelope and took out a check, counting seven zeros on it, with Duan Feihan’s flowing signature below.

It was more than what he gave to Duan Xingye as New Year’s money.

Though she wasn’t short of money, the feeling of being cared for and held in someone’s heart was... truly nice.

Bai Chuwei, very satisfied, stored the check in her space artifact, and looked at Duan Feihan with a smile: "So, Hanhan, do you want a New Year’s gift?"

Duan Feihan sat down on the sofa and shook his head with a smile: "You keep it."

At Bai Chuwei’s age, during the New Year, she received respect from the younger generation and also had to give them New Year’s red envelopes.

Just today, from the He Family to the Bai Family in Haicheng, she had given out quite a bit, probably feeling the pinch.

Bai Chuwei played with the red envelope in her hand and clicked her tongue, "You really don’t want it? Are you sure? Once this chance is gone, it’s gone forever."

Duan Feihan raised an eyebrow slightly, a trace of curiosity rising in his heart, and reached out to take it and open it.

Inside, unlike the million-dollar check he had prepared for her, there was a letter with a faint fragrance.

He took out the letter, unfolded it, and saw a few large characters written with a brush: "April 17th."

April 17th was not a special day.

But...

"On that day?" Duan Feihan asked in a deep voice.

Bai Chuwei nodded: "I calculated, that day should be the best one in the first half of this year." noveldrama

Mid-April was indeed the most beautiful time in spring.

Of course, she wouldn’t casually pick just any day like Xu Xingchen and Liao Jinjin to form a bond, which had infuriated the Heavenly Dao father.

For the first time in more than five thousand years, it had to be taken seriously.

A trace of laughter flashed in Duan Feihan’s eyes; he suddenly gripped her hand and said in a low voice, "It just feels like a long time away."

A long time?

Bai Chuwei didn’t think it was long.

From New Year to mid-April, it’s just about two months, right?

Oh, she forgot, the ancestor’s sense of time was different from others.

She had already considered Duan Feihan’s situation by not setting it ten years later.

His voice suddenly turned hoarse, "Is it possible to get some benefits in advance?"

Duan Feihan drew closer as he held her by the shoulders; the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the herbal aroma on her, close enough to hear her gentle breathing.

A delicate hand pressed against his waist and abdomen to stop any further action, and she said sweetly, "I think now might not be the right time."

Bai Chuwei glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "It’s time to give New Year’s gifts to children nationwide."

Duan Feihan: "..."