After putting away the gifts, they went downstairs, and the living room was already lively.

Lu Yin Zhen introduced Song Mianfeng to the Meng family. At a glance, he could roughly tell who was who by their age.

Both Madams were chatting with the old lady Mrs. Meng. The one holding the lively conversation, who also looked young despite her age, should be Meng Yihe’s wife. The woman sitting on the right side of the old lady should be Meng Yihe’s mother.

Meng Kaiyang was over sixty years old, with white hair, but he looked quite wealthy. When he smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly, especially kind. The man sitting beside him looked to be in his thirties, with similar features to Meng Kaiyang. He was talking to Meng Shuangling with his head tilted, and Song Mianfeng thought this was probably Meng Yihe.

Lu Yin Zhen called out, “Uncle, Aunt,” then added, “Brother, Sister-in-law, Second Brother,” leading Song Mianfeng to greet everyone.

Song Mianfeng felt a bit embarrassed and didn’t know how to address them at first. But Meng Kaiyang’s wife smiled and asked, “So this is Mianfeng. He’s really handsome, even more than our two sons.”

Seeing him blush, Mrs. Meng smiled and spoke up for him, “This is your long-lived aunt. She likes to tease people the most, you don’t have to mind her.”

“How am I teasing him?” Meng Kaiyang’s wife smiled, “Mianfeng hasn’t called me yet. If I don’t hear ‘Aunt’ today, I won’t be able to give you this red envelope.”

He felt even more embarrassed. Glancing at Lu Yin Zhen and seeing that he showed no sign of support, he whispered, “Aunt.”

Meng Kaiyang’s wife happily took out two red envelopes from her handbag and Song Mianfeng thought one was for him and one for Lu Yin Zhen. Unexpectedly, Meng Kaiyang’s wife shook the two red envelopes in her hand and said, “Oh, Uncle hasn’t been called yet.”

Meng Kaiyang looked helplessly at his wife, then smiled kindly at Song Mianfeng.

Song Mianfeng hesitated for a moment, then called out, “Uncle.”

After addressing everyone, Meng Kaiyang’s wife cheerfully stuffed the red envelopes into his hands.

They had a lively family lunch, then chatted together for a while. Mrs. Meng started to feel tired, so she went upstairs for a nap.

Meng Kaiyang set up a chess game with Meng Yushan, and Meng Kaiyang’s wife sat beside them watching them play. The rest of them, including Meng Yihe, were bored, so they gathered to play mahjong.

Since Song Mianfeng didn’t know how to play mahjong, he sat beside Lu Yin Zhen and watched them play a few rounds, trying to learn by observation. Lu Yin Zhen explained as they played, but he couldn’t grasp it at all. Eventually, he gave up since he couldn’t understand or learn it.

He had tried to learn this skill before, but either he couldn’t learn it or he forgot it soon after learning a little bit. So there was always a shortage of players at the Song family’s mahjong table.

Unable to enjoy the fun, Song Mianfeng went to tease the cat.

The family had a lively dinner and continued playing cards until late at night. The guest rooms were prepared in advance, so after the game, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Lu Yin Zhen had won all afternoon and continued winning in the evening. After the game, he handed the money he won to Song Mianfeng. Holding a thick stack of money, Song Mianfeng felt a bit embarrassed. He took out a few bills and gave them to Meng Heguang, Meng Yihe’s son who had just turned thirteen, saying it was a gift for them meeting.

Back in the room, Song Mianfeng sat cross-legged on the bed and began to count the money.

He didn’t know if Lu Yin Zhen was good at playing mahjong or if Meng Yihe’s family deliberately lost to him, but Lu Yin Zhen had won over thirty thousand yuan in total that day.

Feeling especially happy since he didn’t know how to play mahjong, he finished counting and even took a picture to post on his social media: “Won at mahjong.”

People who knew him well immediately started teasing him in the comments.

Letian Knows his Fate: “Did you snatch it at the mahjong table?”

Fu Qingshan: “Your boyfriend won it for you.”

Song Mianfeng didn’t want to reply to any comments. After showing off enough, he put away the money, along with the two red envelopes he received from Meng Kaiyang’s wife, and placed them all in the bedside table.

But he couldn’t help but ask, “Did they deliberately lose to you?”

Otherwise, why would he carry so much cash with him?

“Sort of.” Lu Yin Zhen had been playing mahjong for too long today and was a little tired. Now he was using a small hammer to massage his own shoulders, “We don’t give gifts in our family. We give money on the mahjong table. Whoever’s birthday it is, we let them win. But playing mahjong involves winning and losing, so how much you end up with also depends on luck.”

Song Mianfeng chuckled and took away the small hammer that didn’t suit his image at all, then knelt behind him to massage his shoulders. “What about during the New Year?”

“It’s every man for himself.” Lu Yin Zhen obviously wasn’t used to being massaged. He sat stiffly until he realized it was Song Mianfeng behind him, then gradually relaxed. “When you’re young, you can get lucky money with a few auspicious words. As you get older, you rely on winning at the mahjong table.”

Song Mianfeng asked him, “Do you think you can teach me how to play mahjong?”

Lu Yin Zhen replied, “…I think you don’t need to learn how to play mahjong to get lucky money.”

He had already tried to teach Song Mianfeng today, but Song Mianfeng was hopeless at it. Even when Meng Yihe and Meng Shuangling blatantly went easy on him, Song Mianfeng still couldn’t win. Seeing that Song Mianfeng wasn’t enthusiastic and gave up after losing a round, it was evident that teaching him mahjong wouldn’t be easy.

Moreover, even if he did learn, Song Mianfeng might not necessarily win any money from them…

Curiously, Song Mianfeng made a puzzled sound, “Hmm?”

Lu Yin Zhen held his wrist and leaned in to kiss the corner of his lips. “From now on, I’ll give you lucky money.”

Song Mianfeng asked, “Every year?”

Lu Yin Zhen chuckled softly and said, “Every year.”