He Clings to Me Every Night - Chapter 556

Chapter 556: Chapter 556: Prepare Another Hundred Red Envelopes for Me

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Bella Thompson had already packed up, but, anxiously looked forward to see Michael Marshall coming to pick them up and take them back to Serene City.

Until now, not a single call from Michael Marshall, not even a message from WeChat.

Seemingly, their conjugal affinity had long been nonexistent, Michael Marshall, the jerk, probably did not even want his son anymore.

Tomorrow would be New Year’s Eve, a day that should be full of reunion, could they pass the day in peace?

Did she and her son even matter to the Marshall Family?

Bella Thompson coldly smiled, scornful gleams flickered in her eyes.

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She felt a profound hatred for Michael Marshall’s heartlessness and she found herself wishing ill-fortune upon every member of the Marshall family all the time.

She heard a knock at the door, Matthew Marshall came in, wheeled into his mother’s room.

“Mom, let’s put up a couplet, let’s just enjoy the New Year here, let’s not think about anything else. I’ve already ordered some New Year supplies, see if there’s anything else needed, and I’ll have them get it.”

Seeing her son being so sensible and always considerate, Bella Thompson felt very gratified.

Immediately, Bella Thompson took her son downstairs, “Hang lanterns at the door to add a festive atmosphere. Regardless of where we are, we have to keep on living, we can’t be pitiful. Wait a bit, I’ll cook your favorite stir-fried rice cakes.”

“Mom, that’s the way to think, being content with what we have is not a bad thing, our good luck is just around the corner.”

“I know.” At this moment, she had to keep a level head.

Bella Thompson was already all in, she must win this game.

Despite the turmoil inside her, Bella Thompson was putting up a couplet with her son, smiling as if nothing had happened.

All the doors and windows of the countryside villa were adorned with auspicious “Fortune” character, Bella Thompson believed, the next year for her and her son will be full of luck.

After finishing this, Bella Thompson opened the refrigerator, checking the groceries for the upcoming days.

“There’s enough meat, but just a little seafood left. We can stock up on some dried crab meat and fresh frozen shrimp. The quantity of fish maw and dried abalone prepared is quite good, but we need to buy another box of frozen prawns. Since New Year is coming, it’s better for us to prepare more food, so as not to trouble them sending it over.”

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The housekeeper listened carefully and quickly took note.

Having checked the food, Bella Thompson checked the New Year goods.

“We don’t have any Gold Nuggets in a gold wrapper chocolate flavor, as well as that kind of gold coin, need to buy some for good omen. Pistachios, cashews, pine nuts, etc., I feel are less, we need to buy some more. No walnuts, need to buy these. Other candies and seeds, melon seeds…enough.”

“…”

“We’ve been living here for quite some time, prepare gift packages, distribute one to each household of the nearby villagers, it’s better to back each other up.”

“…”

“The number of red envelopes is too less, on New Year’s Day, I want to distribute red pockets to the villagers, every child must have, prepare another hundred red envelopes for me.”

Looking at these things, Bella Thompson thought for a moment, after a while, Bella Thompson continued: “That’s it.”

The housekeeper nodded respectfully, “Okay, I’ll prepare them for you now.”

After the housekeeper left, a cunning light flitted in Bella Thompson’s eyes.

Bella Thompson knew that they were being watched, she would not leave any handle for anyone.

She had fully performed what she had to.

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The New Year’s Eve was supposed to be a lively time when the whole family enjoyed the New Year’s Eve dinner, but this year the Marshall Family was unusually quiet.

However, Beverly Hills still had some distinguished guests.

Mr. James Marshall arrived and Michael Marshall personally brewed a pot of great tea.

Glancing casually, Mr. James Marshall calmly opened his mouth, “Where is your father? I called him, but he turned off his phone, I wanted to invite you all for the New Year’s Eve dinner.”