Yun Xi looked down at the thick red envelope in her hand and chuckled, "Last year, you gave me your first pot of gold. What about this year?"
Mu Feichi smiled. "This year, it's cash."
He had roughly guessed the red envelopes that his future father-in-law and Old Master Xiao would give her this year, so no matter what ingenious idea he came up with, it could never be more meaningful than the red envelopes they gave.
Therefore, the red envelope he gave her this year was equivalent to her age—the integer of 18—which from here on out would increase every year according to her age.
"Does that mean you're giving me a cheque next year?"
Mu Feichi nodded with a smirk on his face and pinched her pinkish cheeks. "That can be done, but my position doesn't permit me to write you a cheque, so I'll have Baifan do it. As the vice president of the company, he can exercise this power on my behalf."
"No way! That makes me sound so snobbish!"