Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon novel Chapter 1170

Chapter 1170: Gold

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It was Chinese New Year’s Eve, and the Su household was alive with warmth and tradition.

Crimson spring couplets had been affixed to the doorposts with meticulous care, the "prosperity" words hung upside down as per custom, signifying that happiness had arrived. Delicate paper cuttings adorned the windows, and the scent of chicken, duck, and fish wafted from the kitchen—offerings to their ancestors.

"And of course," Gu Zi added with a playful smile, retrieving three thick red envelopes from her handbag, "Mommy and Daddy have your red envelopes ready."

She handed them out one by one to the children, who each received their envelope with solemnity and delight, their little voices chirping "Thank you, Mommy. Thank you, Daddy," in turn.

As the eldest, Su Bing took it upon himself to speak for the group. Standing upright like a young gentleman trained for a family banquet, he declared, "We wish Daddy and Mommy eternal youth and everlasting love. We also wish good health and safety for the baby in Mommy’s belly—and may our little family grow happier and stronger with each passing year!"

Gu Zi laughed, her face radiant. "We wish our precious darlings health and happiness, may you all grow tall and strong, and shine brightly in whichever field you choose. But most importantly—be joyful. Happy New Year, my darlings!"

Outside, a flurry of activity was already beginning—Su Shen had arranged the firecrackers by the door and lit the fuse before dashing back inside. The firecrackers snapped and popped with festive violence, sparks dancing across the concrete like tiny golden dragons.

Covering her ears dramatically, little Su Le shouted, "The firecrackers are going off—time for our reunion dinner!"

Su Li dashed to turn on the television. The Spring Festival Gala was just starting, its garish lights and enthusiastic hosts filling the room with that unmistakable sense of national celebration. Everyone gathered around the table once more, lifting glasses of soda and fruit juice for a toast before diving into the feast with joyful abandon.

Amid the clinking of bowls and the occasional slurp of noodles, Su Shen spoke up with a matter-of-fact tone, "Mommy gave you your red envelopes today, but you should all hand them over for safekeeping. If you need to use the money, Mommy can give it back to you."

In this era, money was no small thing. A month’s salary for a regular worker barely scraped thirty yuan, and each of the children had received one hundred yuan in their envelope—an astonishing sum for children so young. It wouldn’t be safe just lying around.

Gu Zi nodded in agreement, her voice soft but firm. "If you trust Mommy, let me keep it for you. But it’s entirely up to you—I won’t force you."

Su Bing, the efficient and obedient eldest, handed his envelope over without hesitation. So did Su Le, her tiny fingers folding the red paper precisely. Then it was Su Li’s turn.

He hesitated.

Clutching the envelope tightly in his hand, he looked up and mumbled, "Mommy... can I keep mine? I want to use it to buy milk powder, toys, little clothes and shoes... for the baby in your tummy."

Gu Zi blinked. For a moment, she was speechless. Of all the children, she hadn’t expected Su Li to be the one thinking about the unborn child. Her heart melted a little at the thought.