After Rebirth, the Celebrity Daughter is the Medical Expert!-Chapter 139 - 100: First New Year Apart

On the bustling streets of Jin City.

Every street lamp was adorned with bright red lanterns, casting the whole city in the festive glow of the New Year.

At the Ning family residence, 8:00 PM.

After a lively and abundant New Year’s Eve dinner, the workers were busy clearing the dishes and utensils.

Ning Yi and Ming Jinxin moved over to the sofa area to rest.

Ning Shizhao and Gu Xihuo took turns holding Ning Youyu, reluctant to let go.

The little guy had been dressed up by his grandmother and mother as a vibrant little dumpling today.

Clad in red, with chubby, white cheeks and bright black eyes like grapes, he looked as delightful as a New Year poster child, utterly charming.

Ning Youguang watched from the side as his grandparents interacted with the "Little Red Packet," taking his phone and snapping plenty of adorable photos of the "Little Red Packet."

Then she went outside, standing at the door to take pictures of the large lantern hanging at the entrance, the auspicious couplets pasted beside the door, and the handmade window flowers on the windows.

This year, the couplets on the front door of the Ning family villa were written by Ning Shizhao himself.

It read: "Peace and prosperity bring many blessings, harmony and wealth increase in the family," with a horizontal inscription "Peace in all seasons."

The handmade window decorations on the windows were cut by Gu Xihuo in December, exquisitely beautiful, rivaling any machine-printed designs.

This showed how much the elder Nings were looking forward to this New Year.

After taking photos at the door, Ning Youguang casually sent these photos along with the previous ones of the "Little Red Packet" to Shi Wangyue, far away in the United States.

[Sister: [images] Happy New Year.]

[Sister: [WeChat transfer ¥688] Wishing little Wangyue peace and prosperity in the years to come.]

...

Meanwhile, far away in Boston, USA.

Large snowflakes floated down from the sky, resembling fluttering pear blossom petals, scattered here and there.

It was school time, and the snow-covered Harvard campus was filled with young people braving the snowstorm to attend classes.

These young people hailed from all over the world, with diverse skin tones and hair colors.

Most walked together in small groups.

Except for one young man, walking alone under a black umbrella, focused on his path.

He was wearing a thick gray down coat, black gloves, holding an umbrella in one hand and hugging a few books with the other.

Amidst the white snow, the young man’s delicate features seemed sculpted from ice and snow, stunningly beautiful and strikingly cold.

As he approached the classroom building, the young man suddenly paused.

He swiftly tucked the umbrella under his arm, freeing a hand, removed his glove, and took out his phone to check a WeChat message.

There were not many new messages, only two, but they made the young man’s delicate expression instantly melt the icy veneer.

[Kid: Happy New Year.]

[Kid: [WeChat transfer ¥1314] Wishing Youyou peace and fortune always.]

When the young man was sending WeChat messages in front of the teaching building, a joyful young man’s voice suddenly came to his ears:

"Rio, we’re all gathering for a New Year dinner at Kitcho tonight, you should come."

It was a pure and authentic accent from China.

After he finished sending two WeChat messages, the young man turned to look at the approaching young man, who had black hair and eyes, and while his features weren’t particularly striking, his demeanor was quite good.

"No, I have an appointment tonight. You guys have fun, happy New Year." The young man’s voice was chilly and distant.

A look of regret immediately appeared on the young man’s face: "The handsome guy is always more popular, okay, let’s meet next time, although Doris will be quite disappointed tonight."

With that, he shrugged at the young man.

"Sorry," the young man said calmly.

After chatting briefly with the young man, the young man received another WeChat message and quickly checked it.

The young man, seeing he was busy, greeted him and headed to the classroom first.

[Sister: Remember to go out for New Year’s Eve dinner with our compatriots tonight. Don’t stay alone in the dorm. It’s supposed to be lively, not too quiet.]

[Kid: Okay.]

[Sister: It’s the start of spring tonight at 2:30. Everyone in the family except the Little Red Packet will stay up until 2:30 to welcome spring. I’ll need to drink more tea later.]

[Kid: So, it’s spring tomorrow in China.]

[Sister: Yes, it’s winter now, and tomorrow is spring.]

[Kid: I remember when I first met you, it was also spring.]

It was going to be a while before Ning Youguang got busy, and Shi Wangyue had been waiting quite a long time without receiving a WeChat message from her.

Outside, the snow was falling heavily, and the Harvard campus classrooms were brightly lit.

In the classroom.

Sitting in the middle, Shi Wangyue found himself distracted from the class again.

Today’s class content was a bit dull, yet those around him saw the extremely beautiful Asian as always quietly and attentively listening to the lecture.

In truth, only he knew that what was before his eyes was not the professor’s figure but the subtitles on the large screen at the podium.

Rather, it was the recollection of a girl’s delicate and gentle face.

"Sister, I miss you again. It’s not just a casual thing; it’s the first thought when I wake up each morning and the last goodnight before I sleep; it’s thinking of you anytime and anywhere, seeing you in everything I look at—the clouds are you, the mountains are you, the bustling crowd is also you."

On New Year’s Eve 2018, on Weibo.

"Someone who enjoys simplicity: I miss you, wishing you peace and fortune always."

...

Jin City, the Ning family residence.

After Ming Jinxin put the "Little Red Packet" to sleep, she finally took over from the girl whose mahjong skills were too embarrassing to watch.

Ning Youguang finally had time to continue playing WeChat.

Playing mahjong was an essential part of the Ning family’s New Year’s Eve vigil. Earlier, because Ming Jinxin had to take care of the child, there had been one short at the mahjong table, and Ning Youguang had been pulled by her dad to fill in.

After playing mahjong for an hour.

Ning Youguang lost a lot of money and was ridiculed numerous times by her grandmother and father for her poor skills.

When she opened WeChat and saw the message from the kid, her disgruntled mood improved.

[Sister: Hahahahaha jpg, so, this is our twelfth spring meeting.]

[Kid: Yes, Happy Spring, Youyou.]

[Sister: Happy jpg, Happy Spring to you too, little Wangyue.]

This was the first year Ning Youguang and Shi Wangyue were apart.

Although she wasn’t particularly unaccustomed, occasionally when she ate alone on campus, went to the library, or shopped alone, she would think of him and the scenes when they spent time together, inseparable.

She wasn’t without friends.

The area was filled with girls, chattering happily and adorably, yet no one needed her to constantly think about them, worry if they were doing well, or if they were happy.

Ning Youguang thought: "Little Wangyue, I hope you take good care of yourself in the distant United States, find yourself, and shine brightly."1314