Seeing that the letter was from Ruohua, Li Qianfan's eyes lit up.
Ruohua was Li Qianfan's spiritual mentor, a guiding light on his life's journey!
"Bro, Happy Spring Festival!"
Ruohua sent Spring Festival greetings and a Spring Festival gift.
The Spring Festival gift—
It was a pair of legs, half-covered by a purple nightgown, yet revealing an even more curvaceous and sexy silhouette.
"Haha, I like it! Damn, if you can handle such top-tier legs, your ancestors must be spinning in their graves."
Li Qianfan's eyes burned as he quickly typed and sent his own Spring Festival gift and blessings.
Happy Spring Festival.
And a red envelope of 168 yuan.
Ruohua: "Send me some pretty pictures! As the saying goes, 'It's impolite not to reciprocate.'"
Pretty pictures?
Li Qianfan certainly had them.
He just needed to open the study door, point at the playing Mao Mao Chong Ya, and quietly click the shutter.
Those girls were all absolutely stunning.
The problem was, Li Qianfan had no habit of treating the girls he cared about as gifts to be shown off!
Even though Ruohua was his guiding light.
He and Ruohua had known each other for so long.
The only time Ruohua had seen his women was on the day after Lan Yunhai's wedding, when he let Ruohua see Chu Yazhi and Murong Mingyuan during a video call.
But now.
Li Qianfan wouldn't show either Chu Yazhi or Murong Mingyuan to Ruohua.
Times change!
Li Qianfan replied: "Any man who possesses the legs you sent has already reached the pinnacle of life. Is there any need to look at other women? Oh, right. We haven't contacted each other in a while, where have you been all this time?"
Ruohua replied: "I was on a business trip to Africa, only got back this afternoon. Sigh, I was bored to death in Africa during this period. The girls there have long legs, sure. But I just like fair skin."
"That's true."
Li Qianfan replied: "We have astonishingly similar thinking on this point."
"Bro."
Ruohua asked: "How have you been lately? How are things with you and the mole?"
"Of course, we're good. I've completely got the mole under control. To be honest, just two hours ago, the mole and I had a good 'interaction' in her basement. Heh heh."
Li Qianfan's innate male vanity was activated by Ruohua.
He couldn't help but boast a little.
But soon.
He changed the subject: "Speaking of which, I still need your help for some advice."
Ruohua asked: "What is it?"
Li Qianfan typed carefully: "A fortune teller said I need to get close to the mole's mother. If I refuse, she might encounter misfortune. Although fortune tellers are nonsense, it's become a worry for me."
"What?"
Ruohua first sent a shocked emoji, then typed: "Are you kidding? You're already with the mole, and if you do that again, won't people gossip about you?"
"And the fortune teller also said I have to make her wear a wooden yoke and have her back facing me. Damn, just hearing it makes my blood boil."
Li Qianfan typed: "But how could I possibly do something that would incur divine wrath?"
Ruohua replied: "Don't listen to the fortune teller's nonsense."
"It's not entirely nonsense."
Li Qianfan said: "He was quite accurate."
Ruohua asked: "Then what do you plan to do?"
Li Qianfan told the truth: "If it's really accurate, I can only watch her die. Because I firmly believe she would think the same way."
"Sigh."
Ruohua sighed: "Yes. Some things, we would rather die a thousand times than cross the ultimate bottom line!"
"Yes."
Li Qianfan said: "But I will be as good to her as possible before she dies."
Ruohua replied: "Bro, you're doing the right thing. I fully support you. Otherwise, I would truly look down on you."
Li Qianfan added: "But I have a premonition that I might find a way to change her fate in the future."
"That would be best."
Ruohua said: "Gotta go, my girl is calling me. So annoying! It's the New Year, and she doesn't even want me to rest properly."
"Flaunt your pretty legs, damn."
Li Qianfan replied: "Go on, go on, I need to get busy too."
After chatting with Ruohua, Li Qianfan felt much lighter.
What he told Ruohua, that he would watch the mole's mother die, was true.
That he would be as good to the mole's mother as possible before she died, was also true.
That he had a premonition he could find another way to save the mole's mother, was false.
Because he had no premonition at all!
"Actually, I don't know if I can overcome this challenge of aging. And I don't know if Sunan Guanyin, like Zhuang Wujian, can be a host for the Biyi Bird's蛊虫 (gu worm) to save my life."
Li Qianfan put down his phone, clasped his hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling, murmuring: "Why did this damned heaven arrange for me to be so deeply entangled with Sunan Guanyin? After all, having the porcelain doll is already enviable to most men."
He thought for a long time.
The more he thought, the more muddled his mind became, so he stopped thinking.
Li Qianfan put his feet down, stood up, and walked out of the study.
Coincidentally.
Just as he opened the door, Sunan Yin, who had changed into a black nightgown, also emerged from the bedroom.
Their eyes met for a moment, then quickly darted away.
They walked to the low table and sat down next to Su Maomao and Shen Chongchong, respectively. Li Qianfan quietly handed Sunan Yin's phone to her from behind Chongchong.
Chongchong asked him: "Let's play Zha Jin Hua together! Oh, and Mom too."
Maomao and Yaoyao nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes. Let's five of us play Zha Jin Hua, it'll be lively."
Sunan Yin's nose twitched.
Just then, she had wanted to join their Zha Jin Hua game, but Maomao Chong Ya had rejected her.
Now.
Because Li Qianfan had arrived, not only did these little white cabbages actively invite him, but they even invited her.
"A bunch of unfilial daughters! See how I show off and win all your shorts too!"
Sunan Guanyin roared inwardly, but outwardly, she cheerfully joined Li Qianfan in playing Zha Jin Hua.
What's the saying?
In the face of absolute strength, all schemes and tricks are mere paper tigers!
This saying is absolutely true.
Despite Sunan Guanyin's excellent acting skills and deep scheming, for the next hour, even though she got several "tractors" and even two "leopards" (pairs of threes), she lost completely!
Her hand was big, but one of the four people—Li Qianfan, Mao Mao, Chong Chong, or Yaoyao—definitely had a bigger hand than hers.
The key was that whenever she got a big hand, losing was secondary; she would also be ruthlessly targeted.
Fortunately, it was only about losing money, not about pasting stickers, drinking, or even taking off clothes.
Otherwise, Sunan Guanyin, who was losing until her face turned pale, would surely have her face covered in stickers, or be drunk, or even be left with no socks.
Thinking back to when they played Baohuang in the Lingnan mountains, Sunan Yin always lost.
She suddenly became vigilant: "Could Qianfan boy be my nemesis?"
Then she looked at Mao Mao Chong Ya.
For the first time, she vigorously "frictioned" her usually invincible mother, and was so happy she was dancing with joy.
From time to time, she let out sharp cheers.
Whenever Sunan Yin lost a hand, Li Qianfan would also laugh heartily, raise his hand, and high-five Chongchong.
"Damn it, I'm not playing anymore!"
Sunan Yin, in her anger, was about to flip the table.
Du Yaoyao, whose emotions were high and face flushed red tonight, quickly hugged her waist and pressed her onto the sofa: "It's okay if you don't want to play, pay up! This is a small business, no credit given."
Sunan Yin—
She opened her phone and saw only a few hundred yuan left in her account.
And this hand that Du Yaoyao had caught her in, they were betting wildly, neither opening, the number exceeding six.
"I'm out of money. How about you sell me?"
Sunan Yin shrugged and started to act spoiled.
Shen Chongchong let out a cold laugh and said something that pierced her heart: "Even if we wanted to sell you, who would buy you?"
These words—
Sunan Yin was furious, but she suddenly called out in a flirtatious tone to Li Qianfan, who was watching the show: "Brother, buy me."
"Get lost, you old cabbage!"
Li Qianfan's scalp tingled immediately, and he said harshly. Just then, his phone buzzed with an incoming call. He grabbed his phone and quickly walked towards the door.
A slipper flew from behind him.
He ignored it.
After being hit hard on the back by a slipper, the old cabbage had no choice but to write an IOU under the strict supervision of Mao Mao Chong Ya.
"Let's continue! I don't believe I can't beat you unfilial girls."
As Sunan Yin's low growl came from the living room, Li Qianfan noticed that snowflakes were falling from the sky again.
"It's truly a good omen for the year."
Li Qianfan sighed and answered the phone.
As soon as the call was connected, the cheerful voice of the doll-like Tang Xiaoni came from the phone: "Brother Qianfan, Happy Spring Festival!"
Dong, dong, dong.
The sound of a bell, from somewhere unknown, struck midnight on New Year's Eve.
The New Year had officially arrived!
Also in Si Jiu.
At the Shen family's old residence.
The Shen family patriarch raised his phone and smiled: "Old Miao, as the New Year arrives, I have good news for you! The Miao family can now start making preparations to welcome Shen Yun into your home."
"Ha, haha!"
Miao Laita laughed heartily: "Old Shen, you truly are the helmsman of the number one wealthy family in the East! Thank you, thank you! When Shen Yun enters my Miao family, you must be the witness."
"Heh heh. Of course, to ensure that the vixen has no choice but to obey, we must exert the greatest pressure."
The Shen family patriarch suppressed his smile and said slowly: "Tomorrow, during the New Year's greetings, we will once again publicly announce the matter of the little beast harming my 13 families and 26 core members, and the vixen being played by the little beast, only to be cruelly abandoned."