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Sun Min typed rapidly with one hand while pondering how to get Zhao Jiao to give up on Wen Nian without hurting her pride.

Sun Min: Sister Jiao, how should I put it? Wen Nian has her own standards for choosing a partner. It’s not that your son isn’t outstanding, but it’s about relationships.Your son might not be her type.

Zhao Jiao lay on the sofa and yawned. She had been bothered by Shen Mo for the entire night and needed to catch up on some sleep.

Sister Jiao: “1 know her standards very well. My son is her type.”

Sister Jiao: Let’s pause our conversation for now; there’s something urgent to attend to. We’ll talk later.

Sun Min and Zhou Bei looked at each other. “It seems that Sister Jiao will only know how to give up when Wen Nian announces her relationship. At that time, we’ll know our place and stop talking about this topic. Otherwise, it’ll be awkward.”

Zhou Bei took a bite of the apple and nodded. “Understood. Sister Jiao is an elder. We indeed have to give her some respect.”

On the final day of the year, when the afternoon school bell chimed, Wen Nian and Shen Jun made their way back to Xifeng Courtyard, carrying their packed luggage, and then headed to the airport.

By the time they reached the capital, it was already 10 pm. Shen Jun hailed a taxi and took Wen Nian to his home near Qingyang Normal School.

Having arranged for Shen Gang to prepare the place in advance, it seemed as though the two of them were moving in smoothly with their bags.

After freshening up, they settled on the living room sofa in silk pajamas, counting down the last half-hour until New Year’s Eve.

With Wen Nian unexpectedly having some free time, she felt a bit unsure about what to do.

Shen Jun held Wen Nian close as they chose a leisurely-paced variety show to watch together.

Beyond the window, snowflakes drifted down from the sky, and the room held a comfortable warmth. Laughter from the television occasionally punctuated the scene. As Shen Jun’s hand rubbed Wen Nian’s hand almost unconsciously, she glanced at her small hand before turning her gaze towards Shen Jun, engrossed in the show. In that moment, she found herself captivated by the surreal beauty of it all.

As time elapsed, Shen Jun remained engrossed in the TV. Yet, his lips began to curl into a slight smile. He playfully remarked, “My dear Nian, you’ve been studying me for over ten minutes now. If you keep at it, 1 might need to charge you. And just so you know, 1 only accept payment in the form of personal services.”

Wen Nian, no longer the shy one, met Shen Jun’s smug expression with a direct smile and replied, “Well, who’s to blame for Little Shen being so irresistibly good-looking? He had me all confused.”

From time to time, Wen Nian would respond flirtatiously, though the instances could be counted on one hand. It had to be fitting of the ambiance, the timing, and a host of other uncertain variables. So, Shen Jun was pleasantly surprised, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

At that instant, the alarm clock buzzed right on cue. Transforming from passive to proactive, Wen Nian initiated the action. She extended her arms around Shen Jun’s neck, parted her lips slightly, and proceeded to gently nibble and suck on Shen Jun’s lips.

Shen Jun closed his eyes and felt Wen Nian’s enthusiasm as he responded.

The alarm’s sound blended with New Year’s greetings, and Wen Nian felt as if Shen Jun had sucked all the oxygen from her lungs before releasing her.

They pulled away, with Shen Jun burying his face in Wen Nian’s tousled hair, his lips close to her earlobe. In a husky voice, he murmured, “Nian Nian, Happy New Year.”

Embracing Shen Jun tightly, Wen Nian rested her chin on his shoulder and sweetly replied, “Happy New Year.”

To prevent Wen Nian from waking up too early out of habit, Shen Jun pulled the blackout curtains, shrouding the bedroom in darkness.

Undoubtedly, the tactic was successful. Devoid of any light disturbance, Wen Nian slept until nearly io in the morning before fully rousing.

Shen Jun treated Wen Nian to a traditional breakfast of soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks at an old shop. Watching the snowfall outside the window, a warmth settled within Shen Jun as he sipped on his steaming bowl of soy milk.

At that moment, Shen Jun’s phone rang, and his smile gradually faded as he concluded the call. “1 understand. I’ll wait for further instructions.”

Concern etched on her face, Wen Nian inquired, “What’s going on?”

Shen Jun glanced at her and answered with a slow sigh, “There’s news about the gold bars.”

Wen Nian’s eyelashes fluttered when the news about the gold bar reached her ears. “What have you discovered?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

It had been three to four months since receiving the account book, and Shen Jun had yet to provide an update. Wen Nian was well aware that this situation must be quite intricate.

In a hushed tone, Shen Jun responded, “I had someone use the old photograph you gave me to confirm the identity of the individual, Wei Feng. It turns out that your grandfather and Wei Feng were partners in its sale. The reason for the prolonged investigation is due to a change in ownership of the gold shop. A decade ago, the original owner’s son got entangled in gambling. To rescue his son, he was forced to sell off family assets to settle his debts..”