“Are your grandmother’s friends as tough a nut to crack as your grandmother?”

“Don’t worry.” Shen Zhilie laughed as he looked at Ye Qianqian. As though he were comforting her, and yet gloating over her misfortune, he said, “They won’t be more difficult to deal with than my grandmother.”

When Ye Qianqian heard his reply, she couldn’t decide whether she should laugh or cry.

After letting out a sigh, she said, “It’s really tough.”

“Huh?” Shen Zhilie looked up at her.

“I keep having this feeling that the heavens are unhappy with me, which is why they want to torment me like this.”

“Don’t think of it that way.” Shen Zhilie looked up at Ye Qianqian and said seriously, “What if the heavens merely feel that you’re a pushover?”

Ye Qianqian glared at him, then reached out her leg to give him a kick.

Shen Zhilie laughed out loud and hugged her before saying, “Go to sleep. I’m tired.”

“Go back to your room to sleep. It’ll be unsightly if your parents see this.”

“How terrible that would be!” she thought.

“What’s there to be afraid of?” Shen Zhilie said as he snuggled against her chest. “You’ve already come home to spend the New Year with me. The elders already know what that implies, so why would they be bothered by this?”

Although what Shen Zhilie said was true, Ye Qianqian still felt that something wasn’t quite right.

As Ye Qianqian looked at Shen Zhilie, she subconsciously turned her head and scanned the room.

“Could it be… that this room has cameras in it?” she thought. “Otherwise, how did the Old Madam come and knock on our door so coincidentally the last time?”

Shen Zhilie looked at her and reached out his hand to turn her head back to look at him. “Don’t let your imagination run wild,” he said. “Grandmother wouldn’t do anything perverted like that.”

Ye Qianqian’s face flushed red, and she shoved Shen Zhilie, saying, “I didn’t say anything. How did you know what I was thinking about?”

“This woman is sensitive and tends to overthink things,” he thought.

“Hmgh, how would I not know what you’re thinking? You’re like a child. I only imagined all sorts of impossible things when I was a kid, but you still do this even though you’re old. Good for you.”

“You’re the old one here!” Ye Qianqian said, disgusted. “How am I old?”

Shen Zhilie went silent for a moment, and he gave a meaningful look at the tiny hills on Ye Qianqian’s chest. “They’re not very big.”

Ye Qianqian became even more frustrated, and she pinched his waist before shoving him away and yelling, “Scram!”

Shen Zhilie almost fell off the bed, but he hurriedly grabbed ahold of her. As a result, Ye Qianqian fell straight into his arms.

Shen Zhilie’s demonic claws directly groped her breasts. “Huge, huge, huge,” he commented.

Ye Qianqian whacked him in embarrassment and frustration. “You’re asking for death. Get lost!”

However, he pinned her beneath him and said in a low voice, “I’ll scram. Have I ever been afraid of you?”

“Hey, what are you going to do?!”

“Take off my clothes and scram!”

“Mm…”

…

The eve of the Lunar New Year…

Yun Town wasn’t comparable to the capital. By the time Ye Qianqian woke up, she saw that the women in the Shen family were already busy wrapping dumplings.

Ye Qianqian was completely clueless about how to make dumplings, but she still washed and sanitized her hands before going over to take a look.

Nanny He liked Ye Qianqian a lot, and she patiently guided Ye Qianqian on how to wrap the dumplings. Ye Qianqian concentrated on watching her and wrapped a few herself. Although they didn’t look too good, their filling fortunately didn’t leak out.

“Ding-dong.” The doorbell rang.

Ye Qianqian instinctively thought that the Old Madam’s friends must have arrived. Sure enough, when Shen Zhilie opened the door, the visitors who entered the room were all elderly men and women.

Judging from their looks, they appeared slightly older than Old Mrs. Shen, but they seemed to be in good health.