Chapter 1222: Chapter 1222: Joyfully Celebrating the New Year
She was so startled she kicked Leng Yan away!
Leng Yan, "..."
Fuck!
Am I still your boss or not!
One warns over the phone not to schedule anything during the New Year, and one kicks people upon meeting them. You two are really something as a couple.
Leng Yan swallowed his anger; it wasn’t easy cultivating a superstar of this level.
He spent so many resources, and what he got was an ancestor to take care of!
The New Year is such a great opportunity to earn money, and you actually want a month’s vacation, that’s money, all money.
How much would Xia Weibao lose taking a month’s vacation.
But thinking of Lu Hualiang’s promise, Leng Yan felt it wasn’t a loss.
So he generously went to find Xia Shi and scheduled all of Xia Weibao’s engagements before the New Year, canceling those he couldn’t schedule.
After all, he didn’t have to pay the penalty fees.
But if Xu Jiayang’s "Favored Consort of a Dynasty" stops filming, the budget would really be burning.
Leng Yan thought he should ask the Lu Corporation for more investment.
Whose wife is burning money, whose side should give more money.
A month-long vacation fell from the sky, and Her Majesty the Empress cheered.
The news of Yan Weiyang’s death was hotly discussed online for several days, fading only as the New Year approached.
The New Year’s joy diluted everything.
Few people remembered Yan Weiyang anymore.
Lake Heart Community.
Lu Garden was festively decorated with lanterns, bustling with excitement.
Although Lu Hualiang said to spend the New Year at the Zhong Family’s old house, Housekeeper Fu still hung up red lanterns in Lu Garden, making it very festive.
In contrast, the Presidential Mansion was gloomy.
This was probably the coldest and most tragic year at the Presidential Mansion.
In the past, red lanterns and ribbons were hung, but this year it was white lanterns and white cloth.
Yan Yuexian sat on the balcony of her room, from her balcony she could see Lu Garden next door.
There was a sea of celebratory red.
She stared blankly, even if she had many grievances with Yan Weiyang, when someone dies, all grievances dissipate with them.
Now she only felt sad, stifled.
The door was open, and footsteps came from behind.
She turned her head to see Yan Fei standing behind her.
Yan Fei had also lost a lot of weight recently.
Yan Weiyang’s death dealt a great blow to the Yan Family.
"Yuexian, what are you looking at?"
Yan Yuexian pouted and looked towards Lu Garden.
There, Xia Weibao was climbing a ladder, hanging lanterns high up, surrounded by a group of servants, all looking up nervously, afraid she’d fall.
Lu Hualiang, in a cream-colored home outfit, stood to the side looking at her tenderly.
Laughter and joy flowed.
Lu Garden was really lively.
Looking back at the Presidential Mansion side, it was completely depressing.
It was as if the sky was covered with dark clouds.
Yan Fei walked over and embraced Yan Yuexian, "It will all pass."
"Brother, how is Aunt?"
Yan Fei sighed, "She’s the same, uncle passed away, and now Yan Weiyang is gone too; it’s too much for her."
She’s bedridden all day.
Yan Yuexian wanted to cry.
Since that bloody massacre more than ten years ago, the Yan Family had never been this downcast.
She looked again at Lu Garden, puzzled why it was so lively when Lu Garden had fewer people than the Presidential Mansion.
The only hosts were Xia Weibao and Lu Hualiang, the rest were servants, yet it was always so lively.
The Presidential Mansion had four hosts, and no fewer servants than Lu Garden, but lacked that kind of vitality.
Even hanging a lantern seemed so joyful over there.
Yan Yuexian stopped looking; she wouldn’t admit she was jealous.
After hanging the lanterns, Xia Weibao jumped directly off the ladder, startling the servants below.
