Kissing was out of the question. Zheng Yan Che exerted a little force to break free of the large hand around his waist. As he turned, whether deliberately or not, he lifted his foot and gave a light kick.
Hearing the quiet hiss behind him, Zheng Yan Che's lips slowly curved upward. He walked over to Yan Yiheng, crouched in front of him, and held out the red envelope in his hand.
"Little one, grow up safe and sound."
Yan Yiheng pinched his own fingers and looked up at his older brother.
Yan Ningke rested a hand on his shoulder, lowered his eyes to him, and said with a soft chuckle, "Go on, thank Brother Zheng."
Yan Yiheng wasn't being timid; he was checking with his brother whether he should accept it. Once he received a definite answer, he took the red envelope with both hands and said earnestly and sweetly, "Thank you, Brother Zheng."
Smiling, Zheng Yan Che ruffled his hair.
Off to the side, Wen Shaoyu, who had been rubbing his shin, stood up and brushed the dust off his trouser leg. A faint softness surfaced in his eyes, and he gave a low chuckle.
He's pretty caring.
"Hey, kid." Wen Shaoyu sat there like a lord, his long legs crossed, and beckoned. "Come here."
His presence was so imposing that Yan Yiheng felt a little nervous and hesitated, not daring to approach. But after living on his own for so long, he could sensitively pick up on the fact that the man meant him no harm.
He cautiously glanced over and met Wen Shaoyu's half-amused gaze. Somehow, Yan Yiheng sensed the patience concealed beneath his sharpness.
Once he took the first step, the rest came naturally.
"Big brother."
Wen Shaoyu pulled out a red envelope and tapped