Early the next morning, before dawn.
Ye Xunzhi eagerly got out of bed. As the first person up in the family, she began putting up Spring Festival couplets with a lump on her head courtesy of Old Master Ye.
She called it making amends through good deeds.
When Ye Qi'an returned from next door, he fell silent at the sight of their couplets.
First line: Little dragon, be good and open the door.
Second line: No, no, I won't open it.
Horizontal inscription: Grandpa isn't back.
In the middle was the word "Scram."
Beneath "Scram," she had meticulously added, "Except for the handsomest Lord God of Wealth in the entire universe."
Such a strong personal touch. This had to be his little sister's masterpiece!
Did Grandpa know about this?
Of course Old Master Ye didn't know. He had only just gotten up. He opened his door and reached the living room, only for an agile figure to come sliding toward him on her knees.
Behold my "glorious slide to riches on my knees"!
With a clang, her head struck an iron basin, accompanied by Ye Xunzhi's ringing voice. "Happy New Year, Grandpa! Wishing you prosperity!"
Old Master Ye jumped. In all his years, this was the first time anyone had asked him for a red envelope like this.
"Get up, get up."
Clang, clang.
"Here, here!" Old Master Ye scolded with a laugh. "I'll give you one, all right? Get up already."
Ye Qi'an walked in just in time to see this.
"Honestly, have some dignity." Ye Qi'an held his forehead. "A girl's knees are worth their weight in gold. What kind of behavior is this, kneeling to everyone?"
Ye Xunzhi heard him but ignored him.
*What does Third Brother know? A girl's knees are worth their weight in gold,