Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 303 - 214: Uncle’s New Year’s Gift_3

Now gifting his own house, this heavy intention made him feel a bit overwhelmed, not daring to accept it rashly.

"I’ve already paid the deposit, can’t get a refund."

Li Dingjian waved his hands continuously, his tone conveying an undeniable insistence.

After thinking for a moment, he continued to add:

"Originally, this house was bought for your grandfather to recuperate in East Capital, but I heard that living by the sea is not suitable for the elderly as it’s easy to get rheumatism, so I thought of giving it to you, you wouldn’t mind, right?"

Seeing Fang Cheng still shaking his head, persistently trying to return the property contract, a hint of guilt flashed in Li Dingjian’s eyes, and his expression became more earnest.

"Ah Cheng, it’s been so many years, your uncle hasn’t even given you New Year’s money. I know you must have your thoughts."

"Back then, I was struggling and couldn’t help it, now that your uncle is capable, I want to make up for past regrets."

"So, you must accept this gift this time, let your uncle be able to stand tall and feel proud in front of his own nephew, alright?"

As he spoke, he wiped his face, took a deep breath, and his eyes couldn’t help but turn slightly red, his voice trembling a bit.

"Uncle..."

Fang Cheng was at a loss for words, not knowing how to explain or comfort him.

"Ah Cheng, this is your uncle’s heartfelt wish, accept it, just give him a chance to show his intentions."

Li Zhenhua, sitting in a wheelchair beside him, aware of his son’s recent changes, also spoke up to help.

Fang Cheng was full of difficulty, although he also had plans to save money for a house, this gift filled with family affection was still too precious.

After much deliberation, he finally decided to temporarily accept it, considering it as safeguarding his uncle’s property.

If his uncle ever faces cash flow problems in business, he would be able to return it.

"What gift?"

At this moment, Li Biyun was busy washing dishes in the kitchen, and upon hearing their conversation, she looked at everyone with an inquiring gaze.

"Oh, I want to give Ah Cheng a computer to help him study."

Li Dingjian replied naturally, and even gave Fang Cheng a sneaky wink:

"After completing the paperwork, I’ll tell your mom in a few days."

Fang Cheng understood, nodding slightly, realizing his uncle didn’t want to pressure his mother.

Just then, there was a sudden, clear knock on the door.

Fang Cheng immediately got up and walked to the door.

Opening it, a pure and pretty face entered his view, it was Zhou Xiumei.

"Brother Cheng, Happy New Year, this is my gift for you... for you and your family."

Zhou Xiumei held a pink gift box with both hands, joyfully handing it to Fang Cheng.

However, when her eyes glanced inside the house, her cheeks turned crimson, her gaze inadvertently filled with shyness.

Apparently being watched by so many people made her a bit bashful.

"Xiumei, wait a moment."

Fang Cheng took the gift, a gentle smile on his face, and quickly turned to walk towards the bedroom.

After a short while, he reappeared, carrying a similarly beautifully wrapped gift box.

"Since you’re giving our family a gift, I can’t be stingy."

Fang Cheng walked over to Zhou Xiumei, handing her the New Year’s gift he had prepared for days, full of sincerity in his eyes.

At this time, Li Biyun spoke with a warm and affectionate tone:

"Xiumei, thinking of us during the New Year shows you’re really considerate. It’s cold outside, come in and have a seat."

As she said this, she warmly gestured for Zhou Xiumei to come in.

Li Dingjian chimed in as well:

"Ah Cheng, really, how could you not quickly invite the young lady in?"

Zhou Xiumei, hearing this, became even more shy, quickly shaking her head and softly replying:

"No, Li Auntie, my mom and brother returned today, there’s still a lot to do at home, I need to hurry back."

With that, she took the gift and scampered away like a startled deer. freewёbnoνel.com

Fang Cheng stood at the door, watching Zhou Xiumei open the iron gate and slip back into the house, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turning upward.

He then turned back into his bedroom, retrieving the New Year’s gifts he had prepared for his mom, uncle, and grandfather, and handed them out one by one.

The room was brightly lit, filled with joyous conversations, and the familial affection being passed and shared became increasingly warm and comforting.

Outside, the night sky was alive with fireworks blooming, neon lights shining brightly, as if draping the entire city in festive attire.