In several company groups, she distributed benefits to employees. In just one hour, five thousand yuan in group and individual red envelopes were sent out.
Although fifty thousand yuan pained Meng Jingwei, the festive New Year atmosphere had to be prioritized.
“You lazy girl, aren’t you getting up yet?”
For an entire morning, Du Juan called Meng Jingwei several times, but she wouldn’t get up.
Finally, in a fit of anger, she grabbed a feather duster and walked in, pointing at Meng Jingwei and scolding, “Are you getting up or not? It’s the first day of the New Year, hurry and get up and eat dumplings.”
Customs differed by region, and in Lancheng, New Year’s Eve was for reunion dinners, while the first day was for eating dumplings.
Seeing her mother’s anger, Meng Jingwei sprang out of bed. “Mom, hehe, don’t be angry, I’m getting up, I’m getting up.”
She figured that if her mother maintained her usual attitude, it meant that Qing Muye and the others were definitely not there.
Otherwise, why would Du Juan be angry with her? She would probably be sitting on the bed, chattering incessantly.
She put on her clothes and then reached out to Du Juan. “Mom, Happy New Year, let me give you my New Year’s greetings and wish you good health. Give me a red envelope quickly, I want a red envelope.”
Meng Jingwei smiled happily, like a child.
She wasn’t short of money, but in front of her parents, she was still a child. When she reached out to ask for New Year red envelopes, they wouldn't be angry but would be very happy.
Du Juan’s face was stern, and she poked Meng Jingwei’s forehead with the feather duster. “All day, you do nothing productive, but you’re quick to ask for red envelopes.”
Though she grumbled, Du Juan still lifted her apron, took out a pre-prepared red envelope from her pocket, and handed it to Meng Jingwei with a look of gratification. “Here, take it. You ungrateful girl, you always remember the red envelopes every year.”
“Haha, long live Mother.” Meng Jingwei laughed heartily.
Seeing Meng Jingwei’s happy smile, Du Juan was also pleased.
As she smiled, she suddenly remembered what had happened the previous night. She sat on the edge of the bed and asked worriedly, “Daughter, did you send Young Master Qing and the others away yesterday?”
“I suppose so.”
Meng Jingwei thought that after the firecrackers were lit for the New Year’s Eve vigil, there was no more noise outside, so they had probably driven away.
“No matter what, he is the Young Master of the Qing family. Will we offend the Qing family by doing this?”
Du Juan’s face was full of worry, and she held Meng Jingwei’s hand. “We are an ordinary family. I’m afraid you’ll be wronged if we offend them.”
In the end, she was worried that Meng Jingwei would not handle the matter properly and it would have negative consequences.
“It’s alright, Mom, he…”
Meng Jingwei paused and then replied, “He’s probably not that kind of person.”
“Sigh, it’s good that he’s not.”
Du Juan patted Meng Jingwei’s hand, sighed with a heartfelt tone, and then got up and walked out.
As she reached the bedroom door, she looked back and glared at Meng Jingwei again. “Hurry up and get up to eat, the dumplings will get cold soon.”
Her tone had returned to its previous sharp manner.
Meng Jingwei’s mouth twitched. Her mother could change her mood so quickly.
“Okay, I’m up.”
She got out of bed, changed into a new outfit, washed up briefly, and then went to the kitchen to carry the dumplings to the main hall with Du Juan.
At this moment, Old Master Chen arrived.
Meng Jingwei stood at the entrance of the main hall. Upon seeing Old Master Chen in a red Tang suit, she couldn’t help but smile. “Haha, Old Master Chen, that outfit looks really good. My taste is pretty good, isn’t it?”
“Yes, yes. You look exceptionally spirited in it.”
“This is called radiating vitality.”
Du Juan and Meng Tianhua also chimed in with praise.
Old Master Chen walked in with gifts, stroked his beard, and said, “You two also look very good in your outfits. Although this ungrateful girl Jingwei is very foolish, her taste is indeed good. Hahaha…”
“Tsk, how can you talk about your disciple like that every day? Doesn’t that make you look foolish too?” Meng Jingwei rolled her eyes at him.
As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Tianhua slapped her on the head. “How can you talk to your master like that?”
It was a symbolic slap and didn’t hurt at all.
“Alright.”
She shrugged, winked at Old Master Chen with a smile, stepped forward, and threw an arm around him. “Master, Happy New Year. Your disciple wishes you a prosperous New Year. Give me a red envelope.”
After saying that, she spread out her hands. “Quick, red envelope, red envelope.”
Du Juan, who was arranging the chopsticks, glanced at Meng Jingwei and chided, “How dare you ask your master for money? He has no other income throughout the year. You’re being insensible.”
“What’s the matter? It’s just for good luck,”
Meng Jingwei smiled, in a very good mood.
Old Master Chen was elderly and truly had no other income. However, Meng Jingwei had been depositing money into his bank account every month for years, considering it his living expenses.
She also transferred him extra money during festivals.
Therefore, she knew Old Master Chen had money when she asked.
“You won’t be shortchanged.”
Old Master Chen took out a red envelope from his pocket and stuffed it into Meng Jingwei’s hand. “You ungrateful girl, you keep pestering me for money.”
“Hahaha…”
The family burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
“Old Master Chen, please sit down. The dumplings will get cold soon,” Du Juan pointed to a seat at the dining table and invited him.
“Okay…”
Before Old Master Chen could finish his sentence, they heard noisy sounds from the entrance.
At first, they thought it was someone who had eaten breakfast early and had come to pay their New Year's greetings.
The group looked towards the entrance and saw Qing Muye, Tang Si, Han Yu, and Lu Yanming walking in, each carrying gifts.
At that moment, Meng Jingwei’s smile froze, and she became momentarily slow to react.
They, didn’t leave?
In the biting cold of deep winter, did they spend the night in their cars?
Thinking of this, Meng Jingwei couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt, feeling that her method of handling things wasn’t quite right.
“Uncle, Auntie, Happy New Year.”
Qing Muye, dressed in a black and white checkered trench coat and a gray scarf around his neck, carrying a pile of health supplements, his handsome face lit up with a smile, strode in. He walked past Meng Jingwei and spoke directly to Du Juan and Meng Tianhua.
“Oh my, Young Master Qing, why are you here? You guys, you’re so early, you probably didn’t sleep last night, did you?”
Perhaps Du Juan hadn’t told Meng Tianhua about what happened last night, so Meng Tianhua still thought Qing Muye and the others had rushed over from Lancheng in the early morning.
“Muye, why have you come over, you rascal?” Old Master Chen chuckled and walked forward, patting Qing Muye on the shoulder, looking quite familiar.
Du Juan glanced at Meng Jingwei, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to say.
“Hahaha, Auntie, Uncle, Grandpa, Happy New Year. I’m a friend of Jingwei and her second brother. My name is Tang Si.”
Tang Si stepped forward and greeted them proactively, then introduced the two standing behind him. “This is Han Yu, and this is our eldest brother, Lu Yanming. We are usually very close with Jingwei, so we rushed over early to wish you a Happy New Year. Happy New Year, may all your wishes come true, and may you be in good health.”
The talkative Tang Si finished everyone’s sentences.