"It shouldn’t be, my father just left," Yan Chenghuan said.

Mrs. Yan was just about to turn and get the prepared red paper when An Yu said, "Mom, why don’t I write the Spring Festival couplets for our family? I’ve grown up but haven’t written couplets before."

An Yu was confident that even though he was younger, his calligraphy would definitely not be worse than that of the village chief.

Only then did Mrs. Yan remember; she seemed to have heard An Yu say that her son had been studying since childhood and was known as a young genius in the capital.

"Well, that sounds good." Saying this, Mrs. Yan turned back to Yan Chenghuan and said, "Chenghuan, since Yuyu can write the couplets, we won’t bother the village chief’s family anymore. Go back and tell your father about this."

"Alright, I’ll head back first." After saying that, Yan Chenghuan turned and left.

Mrs. Yan cut the red paper, and An Yu asked her, "Do we have ink and brush at home?"

"Yes, I remember your sister bought some before," Mrs. Yan replied with a smile.

An Yu turned around, looking at An Ning sitting by the door. Although he didn’t speak, the meaning in his eyes was clear.

However, Mrs. Yan urged, "Ningning, didn’t you hear your brother wants to write couplets? Get out that brush and ink you bought for your brother to use."

Not wanting to have any disputes during the New Year, An Ning had no choice but to return to her room and get the brush and ink.

Walking to the table prepared by Mrs. Yan and An Yu, An Ning put down the brush and ink and was about to turn and leave.

An Yu’s face showed a trace of disappointment.

"You, girl, can’t you help with our family’s matters? Why must you sit there like you’re someone special?"

Mrs. Yan’s tone had a bit of blame and faint disappointment.

Even though she had lost hope with An Bingfeng, she didn’t want her only two children to act like enemies.

An Yu was alright; Mrs. Yan could see he was always trying to be amicable with An Ning. But what troubled her the most was An Ning, whom she used to think was the most obedient.

This girl truly understands when she’s considerate, but when she’s stubborn, she’s really stubborn.

For such a long time, she’s been living like she and An Yu are outsiders, living her own life, ignoring them.

Mrs. Yan knew she was upset, blaming her for the separation, but her strong temperament inevitably made Mrs. Yan feel heartbroken.

Under Mrs. Yan’s reproachful tone, An Ning finally stopped walking.

She turned back, didn’t speak, but helped Mrs. Yan cut the red paper.

Mrs. Yan’s eyes instantly reddened, her heart filled with relief.

This girl had been stubborn for so long, but deep down, she still cared about her mother.

She reached out to touch An Ning’s head but then reconsidered, given An Ning’s resistance in recent times, and dropped the idea, focusing on cutting the red paper instead.

An Yu’s calligraphy was beautiful.

Mrs. Yan couldn’t read, so she couldn’t tell, but she just felt that her son’s writing was much prettier than the village chief’s.

An Ning understood a bit, but she was still shocked by An Yu.

But soon after, she felt at ease.

Being a well-known young talent in the capital, it’s only normal that his writing is good. If it were bad, it would be a disservice to his title.

Seeing An Ning looking at the words he wrote, filled with admiration in her eyes, An Yu said, "Does my sister know how to read?"

An Ning hadn’t answered yet when Mrs. Yan sighed, "Your sister went through a lot with me since she was young. Back then, your father left a lot of wealth behind, but unfortunately, I wasn’t capable enough to keep it, causing your sister to not even have enough to eat, let alone have the chance to learn to read!"