Chapter 417: Injured 8_1 Years Ago
"Perfect," He Teng’s lip corners lifted uncontrollably. "It looks really good."
"I thought it would sit about right!" He Zhilan happily twirled around He Teng. Since it was her first time knitting a sweater, she had no clue how to cinch it at the waist for a better fit. Luckily, He Teng had a great physique, so even this kind of sweater looked good on him.
"Brother, do you like it?" He Zhilan asked, her smile slightly sycophantic, her face eager to please. "If you do, I’ll knit one for you every winter."
He Teng looked up at her and nodded.
He Zhilan was unsure whether his nod meant he liked the sweater, or he agreed to her knitting one every year. Seeing He Teng in good spirits, she held out her dainty, round hand to him. "Brother! The New Year is coming, do I get a red envelope?"
He Teng looked shocked, then bewildered, shaking his head. "No, I didn’t prepare any."
He hadn’t thought about red envelopes. He hadn’t celebrated New Year at home in many years, how could he remember something as old fashioned as a red envelope?
Seeing his wife pouting, He Teng cleared his throat, "How old are you? Still want a red envelope? I’ll go get you some food."
With that, he turned and walked out. Before he left, he couldn’t help but rub the fabric of the sweater, lips curving upward again. It was only when he reached downstairs that he remembered leaving his military coat in the room. However, he didn’t bother going back to take it, strutting out directly in his sweater.