Chapter 66: Are Fireworks Green?

When Wen Xia heard this, she immediately knew what Qin Mo had said—he must have called her Wife.

She couldn’t help but laugh mischievously and said, “Serves you right, you’ve been acting all flirty. Be careful, Dad might blacklist you.”

Qin Mo, who wasn’t comforted by his wife, remained silent.

He was about to say something when he noticed someone on the sofa in the living room frequently glancing over. He stood up and walked out, leaning against the doorframe. Lazily, he asked, “Who were you playing with just now?”

Was that someone with the last name Li? He held back that question.

His inquiry came out of nowhere, and without thinking, Wen Xia casually replied, “I was setting off fireworks with Brother Li and the others.”

Upon hearing the words “Brother Li,” Qin Mo’s jealousy flared up. His voice dropped, and he asked, “Were the fireworks green?”

Green fireworks? What was that supposed to mean? Realizing what he was implying, Wen Xia paused for a moment, then grinned, her smile reaching her ears. “Yes, very green, very beautiful.”

“Wife, you’re testing your husband’s limits. Do you believe—” Qin Mo’s threat was cut short by the sound of a dial tone.

Well, well, his wife had the guts to hang up on him.

Brother Li? Brother my foot!

Since coming back, his wife’s admirers kept popping up one after another. Before he could handle one, another would appear.

After hanging up, Wen Xia chuckled a couple of times. She didn’t even need to guess to know Qin Mo was going crazy.

Soon after, her phone buzzed with a message from “Qin Crazy,” but she wasn’t stupid enough to look at his threats. She left the phone behind and went out of the bedroom to join Wen Hua and the others to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

At midnight, Xu Qiong gave Wen Xia two red envelopes and smiled, “One is for Mo Mo. It’s not much, but when you two get married, Grandma will give you a big one.”

Upon hearing this, Wen De frowned and disapproved. “Mom, Xia Xia is still young. Don’t talk about these things.”

Wen Hua rolled her eyes at him. “I got married at eighteen, and your mom’s not asking Xia Xia to get married right now. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t get married yet.”

“Wen De, you’re such an old fossil. I don’t even feel like arguing with you.”

Wen De was scolded and didn’t dare to say anything. He handed Wen Xia a red envelope.

Wen Xia could tell from the thickness that it was quite generous. She smiled and wished them a Happy New Year. “Thank you, Dad, thank you, Grandma and Grandpa. Happy New Year, wishing you good health and all the best!”

“You’ve become much livelier than before. It’s good to be lively. Grandma wishes you happiness every day,” Xu Qiong said, patting her head.

Wen Hua glanced at Wen De and muttered, “Did you hear that? Old fossil.”

Wen Xia returned to her bedroom, picked up her phone, and saw over a hundred messages. The first ones were from Qin Mo, ranting angrily, followed by ninety-nine New Year greetings from him.

She hugged her blanket and smiled, then replied: [Happy New Year, Husband! Wishing you prosperity, now where’s my red envelope?]

Qin Mo replied instantly: [Husband’s not happy, don’t feel like giving a red envelope.]

Wen Xia: “…”

She comforted him: [I was just kidding. The fireworks were yellow and blue.]

Qin Mo: [Mixed or green?]

Seeing that he wouldn’t let it go, Wen Xia huffed: [Qin Vinegar King, go look at yourself in the mirror.]

Qin Mo: [I looked, and I’m still handsome.]

Wen Xia: “…”

She had underestimated Qin Mo’s thick-skinned nature.

She yawned and said: [Not talking anymore, going to sleep now. Happy New Year, my jealous Husband. I’ll love you every day in the future.]

Seeing those words, Qin Mo raised an eyebrow, very pleased. His long fingers tapped a few times on the screen.

Wen Xia then received a transfer notification for 5200 yuan.

At that moment, Qin Mo sent another message: [Wife, I love you, I love you every day, in this life, the next life, and the one after that.]

Looking at the sweet words from Qin Shueba, Wen Xia hugged her blanket and chuckled out loud.

Qin Mo excelled at everything, but when it came to sweet talk, he still had room for improvement.

Feeling “disliked” by his wife, Qin Mo took a screenshot of the message she sent and blurred out the words “my jealous husband,” then posted it on his social media with the caption: “Happy New Year.”

Zhao Zichuan clicked on it within a second: “…”

He knew that every time Qin Mo posted, it was just to show off his affection. Why did he still click on it?

Out of habit!

Qin Mo, could you just go away?

Sen Sen: “Emphasize! I want to see the three words clearly.”

Xia Xia Baby cheekily replied to Sen Sen: “It’s too sweet, I’m afraid you can’t handle it, single dog.”

Sen Sen: “…”

From the first to the eighth day of the New Year, Wen Xia visited relatives with Wen De every day, collecting quite a few red envelopes. This year, she received 10,000 yuan in red envelopes, with the largest coming from Qin Mo, followed by 2,000 from Wen De and 2,000 from Xu Qiong, of which 1,000 was for Qin Mo.

She hadn’t spent a cent.

Now a “little rich woman,” Wen Xia received the notice to return to school on the ninth day.

Cao Jun called Wen De, informing him that Wen Xia should report to No.1 Middle School on the 11th, while the tuition fee should still be paid to No.2 Middle School.

That same day, Wen De transferred the tuition fee to Cao Jun and took Wen Xia to move her belongings out of the dormitory at No.2 Middle School.

In the evening, Jiang Yan and Liu An’an got the news that Wen Xia was going to study at No.1 Middle School and went wild in the group chat, demanding they all hang out the next day.

Wen Xia agreed.

The next morning, she went out to have fun.

No.1 Middle School’s students registered on the 10th. Qin Mo, who had planned to take his wife to the school for registration and payment, ended up going alone since she wasn’t available.

Liu An’an and Jiang Yan both wore new outfits that day, their hair loose, and matching hair clips.

The two of them each linked arms with Wen Xia, but neither of them said anything about being reluctant or wanting to hold her back.

Liu An’an pulled a hairpin from her bag and handed it to Wen Xia. “Xia Xia, I got this for you when I went out to play during the New Year. We each have one—this is for you.”

“No matter where you go, both Yan Yan and I will always be your good friends.”

Jiang Yan chimed in, raising her fist. “Xia Xia, if anyone bullies you, tell me and An’an. We’ll curse them until they can’t stand up straight.”

Liu An’an nodded in agreement. “I’ll bring my brother to help you out if anything happens.”

Wen Xia felt deeply moved, but on the outside, she laughed loudly, hugging their arms. With a mischievous grin, she teased, “Okay, since An’an and Yan Yan are so loyal, I’ll give each of you a full set of mock exams for the college entrance exam. I already bought them online, so be sure to check your messages.”

“You both need to work hard, okay? Let’s aim to go to the same university!”

As soon as they heard about the mock exam papers, Jiang Yan and Liu An’an immediately looked like they were about to give up. The practice papers during this winter break had already overwhelmed them.

Jiang Yan sulked, her face drooping. “I was going to miss you, but now that you’re doing this, all my reluctance is gone! Xia Xia, you’re so mean! An’an, get her!”

At once, Liu An’an and Jiang Yan began tickling Wen Xia, and the three of them started playfully fooling around on the street.

They spent the whole day out, buying several sets of spring clothes. Among them were two outfits that Liu An’an and Jiang Yan had picked out. Wen Xia bought them both bracelets as a gift.

By the time they got home, it was already quite late.

Wen De was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper. He looked up at her and asked, “Have you eaten?”

“I’ve eaten. And you, Dad?” Wen Xia set her things down and sat next to Wen De, pouring herself a glass of water.

“I’ve already eaten,” Wen De replied.

He pursed his lips and said in a tone that sounded like a suggestion, “Xia Xia, I think it would be better if you stayed at school. It’s too late when you come home, and it’s not safe.”

He had thought about this yesterday, but considering Wen Xia’s possible reaction, he had hesitated.

Upon hearing this, Wen Xia didn’t object. She obediently nodded and smiled sweetly, “Dad, I’ll live in school now. You must eat at home on time, or your stomach will hurt.”

She said it in a playful, coaxing tone while hooking her arm around his.

Wen De gave a soft “Mm” in response.

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