Yi Anguo was unaware that after he left, the two sisters had a disagreement and started arguing because of him.

Of course, he knew what Chen Ting meant by "the old place." It was the two-bedroom apartment in Blue Coast Phase II, the one she had been renting without ever paying. This place had always been Chen Ting's private domain and the main venue for their dates. She didn't live there permanently, but whenever she missed Yi Anguo, this was where they would usually meet to spend the night together.

As soon as Yi Anguo entered, his son, Chen Feilong, ran over, hugging his legs and asking to be held. Yi Anguo bent down and picked up his son, and the two shared an exceptionally affectionate embrace.

"Blood is thicker than water, after all! It's been so long, yet he's still so close to you—even closer than to me, his mother who's with him every day. He's a little ingrate," Chen Ting said with a tinge of jealousy.

"It's just as they say, 'absence makes the heart grow fonder.' It's because we don't see each other often that our reunions are so special!" Yi Anguo said with a laugh, defending his son.

"Really? We don't spend that much time together either, but I haven't seen you being especially affectionate with me," Chen Ting countered.

"Am I not affectionate enough with you? How much more do you want?" Yi Anguo asked, puzzled.

"How about we battle it out all night? Then you'll see just how affectionate I can be!"

"An all-nighter it is. Who's afraid of you?" Chen Ting said, puffing out her chest defiantly.

"There's no field that can't be tilled, only an ox that can't be tireless."

Yi Anguo first spent some time playing joyfully with his son. Together, he and Chen Ting lulled the boy to sleep before heading into the bedroom to begin their intense battle. During a lull, Chen Ting spoke.

"This year, thanks to your guidance, the company has made a lot of money in the domestic stock market and the international crude oil futures market. You deserve a huge amount of credit for that."

Yi Anguo didn't grasp the full meaning behind her words, so he listened quietly without pressing her for details. Seeing his silence, Chen Ting hesitated for a moment before continuing.

"My father and I think we should give you a share of the profits."

"I only provided some information. I wasn't directly involved, I didn't invest a penny, so why would you give me a share?" Yi Anguo finally replied.

He had never expected any reward for his help. He had given Chen Jianguo advice time and again purely because Chen Ting was his woman and for the sake of their son, Chen Feilong. Otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered with the Chen Corporation's affairs, as he held no shares in the company.

"That may be true, but we definitely wouldn't have earned this much without your information. You deserve a share," Chen Ting insisted. "Let's cut to the chase. We'll give you a twenty percent share of the profits!"

"Forget it. Just leave it for Feilong. After all, you've said yourself that the Chen Corporation will go to him someday anyway," Yi Anguo said casually.

"Really? I knew you'd say that. I told my dad the same thing, but he was worried that if we gave you nothing, you'd be upset and stop helping the company in the future," Chen Ting said, her heart soaring with happiness at his decision.

"Alright. By the way, how much is that twenty percent share you mentioned?" Yi Anguo asked, nodding with curiosity.

"Twenty percent of the profits from the domestic stock market is about 10 billion yuan," Chen Ting answered. "As for the profits from the international crude oil futures market? Twenty percent comes to over six billion US dollars."

Yi Anguo was stunned. He couldn't believe this so-called twenty percent profit share amounted to so much.

"COUGH, COUGH! Uh, Chen Ting! Is it too late to take back what I just said?" he asked, his guts twisting with regret.

"A gentleman's word is his bond. Don't you know that?" Chen Ting said, struggling to suppress a laugh.

"Can I choose not to be a gentleman?" Yi Anguo asked shamelessly.

"No, you can't!" Chen Ting replied, her face a mask of seriousness, though she was laughing inwardly.

"But you didn't say twenty percent was that much!" Yi Anguo complained, feeling dejected.

"I was about to tell you, but you refused before I could finish. And you never asked!" Chen Ting countered. "So how can you blame me for that?"

"So you deliberately dug a pit for me and waited for me to fall in, didn't you?" Yi Anguo growled, pouncing on her and pinning her down. "Let's see how I fill this pit you've dug!"

"Go on, then! If you have what it takes, fill it up. If you can't, don't even think about sleeping."

And so, their battle began anew.

Yi Anguo fought all night, but he soon realized he truly couldn't fill her "pit." In the end, he wore himself out completely, falling into a deep, exhausted sleep, unable to move a muscle.

Before they knew it, New Year's Eve had arrived. That afternoon, Yi Anguo hosted a reunion feast for everyone at Li Sisi's Chuan Yu Restaurant, located in what was once the sales office for Blue Coast Phase III. The guests included Chen Ting and her son; Chen Jianjun and his wife; Hu Jing, her two children, and her sister Hu Qian; the three Li sisters; Ding Jing, her daughter, and her mother; and finally, Yi Anguo and his daughter, Yi Qiuyi. His two nieces, Fu Huanhuan and Fu Shasha, who were staying in Shenzhen for the New Year, were also there. In total, eighteen people gathered happily together.

Although their relationships weren't explicitly stated, there was no need. Li Shanshan, Li Tingting, and Hu Qian all called Yi Anguo "brother-in-law"—what more needed to be said? Ding Jing's mother seemed to have known for a long time and had given her silent approval. What else could an old woman do?

Yi Anguo felt that this was a true family reunion in every sense of the word.

Deciding to drop all pretense, he openly called Chen Jianjun "Dad," Chen Ting's mother "Mom," and Ding Jing's mother "Mom" as well. He also told all the children to call the three of them "Grandpa" and "Grandma."

Chen Jianjun and his wife played along graciously, giving each child a large red envelope. Although there's a limit to how much cash a red envelope can hold, it was a clear sign of their goodwill. Ding Jing's mother didn't have much money of her own, nor did she need it, but Ding Jing had prepared everything in advance so her mother could also hand out lucky money to all the children.

All the adults, including Yi Anguo, naturally gave the kids red envelopes. Afterward, they took the children outside the restaurant to set off fireworks and firecrackers. Even though it was noon, the children's happiness wasn't bound by the time of day.

Of course, Fu Huanhuan and Fu Shasha, being of the younger generation, were not considered adults. Neither were Li Shanshan, Li Tingting, and Hu Qian, who were still students, with Li Tingting and Hu Qian in graduate school. According to the customs in Guangdong province, unmarried men and women are considered minors, and elders give them red envelopes during the New Year. The red envelopes are more a gesture than a gift. The amount inside is usually modest—five to ten yuan, twenty at most. People carry a thick stack of them to hand out to those they meet.

However, as grandparents, Chen Jianjun and his wife couldn't very well hand out five or ten yuan. At the same time, giving thousands was unnecessary. So they put 2,008 yuan in each envelope, a number symbolizing good fortune for the new year.

The children were beaming, their pockets stuffed with red envelopes, which they dutifully handed over to their mothers for safekeeping. Even Hu Qian, Li Shanshan, and Li Tingting received several. It seemed Chen Jianjun and his wife had brought a countless number of red envelopes, as they had one for nearly everyone.

As for Fu Huanhuan and Fu Shasha, it went without saying. Besides the youngest children, they were the ones with the lowest seniority. Li Sisi, Ding Jing, Chen Ting, and Hu Jing all made sure to give them red envelopes.

After receiving the gifts, the two sisters naturally understood and made sure to express their gratitude.

"Thank you, Auntie!"

"Thank you, Auntie!"

"Thank you, Auntie!"

"Thank you, Auntie!"

It was at that moment Fu Shasha truly understood what it meant to have so many aunts.

Still, feeling the substantial weight of the red envelopes in her hands, she was secretly delighted. Having so many aunts wasn't bad at all! The more, the merrier, right? At least she'd get more red envelopes during the New Year!

Fu Shasha playfully shared this thought with her sister.

"You're happy now after getting a few red envelopes," Fu Huanhuan said with a smile, tapping her sister's forehead. "But just wait. In the future, you'll have to give birthday and wedding gifts to all our new cousins. When you're constantly going to celebrations and buying presents, you won't think having so many aunts is such a great thing."

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