Chapter 387: Opening the Red Envelopes

Mu Youyu glanced at the screen, immediately answered the video call, and a bright smile instantly appeared on the screen.

"Youbao! I calculated the time difference—you've arrived by now, right?"

In the frame, the girl wore loungewear, her pink hair scattered, her skin lustrous like jade; even without makeup, her innate nobility shone through.

Mu Youyu smiled and nodded, "Ningning, I just got home."

"Great! I've been missing you like crazy." Lin Ning flopped onto the sofa behind her, "You've been busy abroad, we're in different time zones… It's been so long since we last saw each other—Youbao must miss me too, right?"

"Tomorrow we must meet up—no more just keeping you company with your Jiang Liangjin; you need to spare some time for me!"

Mu Youyu chuckled at her teasing, "Of course I miss you—tomorrow I'll go wherever you say; want to travel?"

Lin Ning had obviously scouted several spots, "I haven't decided yet; I'll let you know later, but you definitely have to come out tomorrow."

"Sure, sure—what time?"

The other party gave a time, and Mu Youyu agreed right away.

Lin Ning beamed on the other end of the screen, "Okay, I'll pick you up tomorrow!"

Mu Youyu's smile softened, "I'll be waiting for Ningning."

"See you tomorrow, treasure!" Lin Ning waved at the camera, added a few reminders to rest, then reluctantly ended the video call.

The screen went dark; Mu Youyu lifted her head and met two pairs of blinking eyes.

Song Lujing, who had just stepped back, now approached, "Sister, are you going out tomorrow?"

Mu Youyu lightly pinched the corner of her clothes with her fingertips, "Yeah, just meeting up with Ningning."

Song Yan raised an eyebrow, "Just the two of you girls?"

"I'll ask later—if Ningning calls others, I'll call A Jin." Mu Youyu tilted her head, answering truthfully.

Song Lujing instantly shot his hand up, eager, "I'll go with you!"

Song Yan followed, "I'm going too."

Mu Youyu laughed through tears, "Do the brothers have to come too?"

Song Lujing declared righteously, "We're going to protect my sister!"

Mu Youyu: "I'm not going to fight."

Song Yan affected a steady tone: "Just in case, we'll follow but not disturb you—we'll stay nearby on guard, promising not to cause trouble."

"But Brother Yan will cause a stir."

"Wuwuwu, being disliked by my sister." Song Yan feigned a sob, "Then I'll pick the low‑key clothes later, bundle myself up tight, and absolutely not steal your spotlight."

"It's not about stealing the spotlight." Mu Youyu couldn't argue with them, "Alright, then tomorrow I'll trouble the two bodyguard brothers."

Song Yan dropped the act, the corners of his mouth turning up in a satisfied smile as he leaned lazily on the sofa, relaxed, "That's about right."

"Later I'll go show off to Chu Ge!"

Song Lujing chimed in from the side.

Mu Youyu recalled something else and asked, "By the way, Brother Yan, don't you have to work?"

Song Yan waved a hand casually, "I just finished filming a drama; my vacation isn't over yet!"

Song Lujing rolled his eyes and asked, "What about school?"

Song Yan's expression stiffened—knowing he'd enrolled at Y Guo Xueyuan, if he left, when the other brothers returned he couldn't compete with them—what would he do?

He only said, "We'll see how it goes."

The three chatted a while longer, then the two brothers went downstairs.

Mu Youyu thought of something, rose and walked to her bookshelf—her New Year red envelopes were still unopened.

Her room was her own design, every detail suiting her taste.

On the first shelf of the bookcase, a neat stack of red envelopes—red and gold—lay in a thick pile, at least sixty or seventy of them.

Mu Youyu gazed at the pile, stood, and gathered a bundle.

These were the New Year's lucky money she'd received; back then the house was crowded and lively, she'd stuffed several big bags full, then casually put a portion here, intending to open them later.

The rest was collected and put away by Jiang Liangjin and the bodyguards, later brought back—yet she'd headed straight to M Guo and kept postponing it until now.

Mu Youyu reached out, pulled the last stack down, sat on the carpet, and began to open them.

The first red envelope opened to reveal a stack of brand‑new bills; she roughly counted them—exactly sixteen thousand, an auspicious amount.

Mu Youyu blinked, seeing no handwriting on the cover—who gave this? And why is it a neat round number?

She thought for a moment, couldn't recall, set it aside, and moved on to the next envelope.

After opening several, each was stuffed full, the amounts all over twenty thousand.

By the fifth envelope, Mu Youyu looked at the neat stack of cash in her hand and suddenly realized a problem.

Without the labels, she seemed to have no memory of who gave each red envelope.

Moreover, only some of them had labels.

At the time there were too many people—grandparents, uncles and aunts, four uncles, two aunts, maternal uncles, plus distant relatives; the elders took turns pressing red envelopes into her hands.

She smiled and thanked each one, then shoved the envelopes into a bag, never noting who gave how much.

With a soft sigh, Mu Youyu kept opening; when her fingertips touched the sixth envelope, the feel was off.

It wasn't the soft, limp texture of paper money.

Mu Youyu tipped it into her palm, and a large gold bar slid out, gleaming gold, flashing a warm sheen in the light.

She froze for a second, then realized what it was; picking it up, she saw a tiny engraving—a commemorative gold bar from a certain bank.

No wonder it felt heavy when she took it then; the writing on the cover was A Jin's third uncle's.

Mu Youyu continued opening; the following red envelopes weren't just from one person containing gold bars.

She opened another forty or so, and several envelopes held thin, gold‑foil notes, shiny gold, printed with her name…

Mu Youyu gazed at the mound before her—cash, gold bars, gold notes, plus black‑card shopping vouchers from upscale malls, each with a six‑figure limit—and suddenly felt a bit dazed.

She picked up her phone, took a photo, and sent it to Jiang Liangjin: 【A Jin, look, I haven't finished opening my red packets yet】

The message had just been sent; the other party didn't know if they hadn't listened properly to the meeting content, and replied instantly: 【So many?】

Mu Youyu sent a little person lying on the ground counting money Expression pack: 【Sixty-something envelopes, I've only opened half】

The other party still replied quickly: 【A Jin: Do you remember who gave which?】

Mu Youyu replied truthfully: 【I know the ones with markings; the ones without I can't remember】

A Jin: 【It's fine, if you can't remember, you can't remember; after all, they're all the elders' intentions】

Mu Youyu: 【That's right, but I seem to remember which one you gave me】

A Jin: 【Which one?】

Mu Youyu flipped through, found a dark red red packet from the pile, with a hot‑stamped gold 'Fu' character printed on it, its style simpler than the others.

She took a photo and sent it to him: 【This one, right?】

A Jin: 【Your memory is really good, praise praise】

Mu Youyu raised her chin: 【Then I'll open it!】