Chapter 1471: Prepare a New Year’s Gift for Me

Su Li saw Feng Huaijin so calm, she felt a bit relieved.

She teased him, "Mr. Feng, try not to feel awkward this New Year’s Eve."

Since they were celebrating the New Year in Jiangzhou Prefecture instead of going back to An City, invitations to New Year’s Eve were sent out to Uncle Mo Yu and all the senior and junior brothers and sisters.

By tradition, the entire Xuan Sect celebrates New Year’s together. Last year, they were whisked away by Feng Huaijin in a helicopter to An City, so it wouldn’t be right not to be together again this year.

The family chef has returned to his hometown for the New Year, but fortunately, the fifth senior brother is a renowned chef both at home and abroad, filling in the gap perfectly.

Invitations were not only sent to Uncle Mo Yu and the others, but Su Li also invited Xu Haohao.

Xu Haohao is different from Lu Xiaomian. Lu Xiaomian’s foster parents deeply cherish their foster daughter, while Xu Haohao has lost contact with her father. If she wasn’t invited, she’d be spending New Year’s Eve alone, which is too lonely.

Feng Huaijin’s slender fingers were busy making red envelopes, and he said leisurely while keeping his head down, "It doesn’t matter to me who comes on New Year’s Eve, except that kid..."

Before Feng Huaijin could finish speaking, he heard a girl’s joyful voice from outside: "Uncle Ning, why the long face? It’s almost New Year!"

Feng Huaijin froze his grip on the red envelope, his eyes suddenly darkening.

"That kid came to our house?" Feng Huaijin tossed the red envelope aside, pulled the door open, and stepped out to the balcony on the second floor, and upon looking down he saw two figures, one in red and the other in white.

Ning Yan wore a white down jacket and was being pulled by Feng Yi, who was dressed in a festive red winter dress, and his eyebrows were furrowed so tightly they could almost catch a fly.

Feng Huaijin watched from upstairs and sneered, "What’s with that look? Is he feeling aggrieved?"

Su Li, holding her belly, stood beside Feng Huaijin, giving him a look that detailed her speechlessness.

"Why is it that you find fault with everyone?"

Feng Huaijin snorted coldly, "It’s one thing for him to come over on New Year’s Eve. His family’s situation isn’t good, but it’s not even New Year’s Eve yet!"

Ning Yan stood in the lobby downstairs, looking a little uneasy, his eyes couldn’t help but dart around, and he said coldly, "I think I’d be better off back at the Research Institute."

Feng Yi quickly held onto him, "Why go back to the Research Institute? As far as I recall, you spend every year at my house for New Year’s! You are part of my family."

Every year, Uncle Ning gives her a New Year gift, it’s almost second nature to her, and she’d feel out of place without it this year.

The word "family" came out of her mouth so naturally, it made Ning Yan’s long lashes quiver, and he didn’t know how to respond, instinctively pressing his lips together.

Seeing his silence, Feng Yi decided to use her trump card, "Don’t you know, the Feng Family, my dad’s study is practically a small library, with all kinds of collections. Haven’t you been wanting to see the first edition of the rare book ’Mechanical Theory’? The Feng Family study has it!"

Ning Yan’s ears perked up, showing some interest upon hearing that.

The book’s first edition was the best, the subsequent editions were less satisfying, but the first edition dates back seventy to eighty years and has long become a rarity. He searched for it at the Research Institute but never found it, and the Feng Family actually has it?

Seeing his interest, Feng Yi smiled, "The day after tomorrow is New Year’s, you might as well stay here for now. Even if you go back to the Research Institute, you’ll only be staying with Bo Bo."

Whether it was the rare book that stirred him or something else, after a moment of silence, he suddenly made a small, almost imperceptible sound, "Mmm."

Feng Yi’s eyes brightened, and she swiftly turned and extended her hand toward him.

Ning Yan eyed the small pale hand with some suspicion, "What are you doing?"

From upstairs, Feng Huaijin’s expression turned colder, and he sneered as he commented to Su Li beside him, "Look, they’re about to hold hands!"

Su Li was speechless but hadn’t yet started to retort before hearing Feng Yi downstairs say, "You have to prepare a New Year gift for me, or a red envelope will do."

Feng Huaijin: "..." Looks like he might have overthought this.