Fang Junhao probed: [Little Pei, is he really good-looking?]
Lan Xingchen nodded: [Of course, and obedient too.]
Tsk, there it is—already complimenting him. Fang Junhao was about to ask more questions when he noticed Lan Xingchen had already sent another message.
Lan Xingchen: [Alright, I’ve told you about me. Now it’s your turn.]
Chang Le: ???
Chang Le: [Our turn? What could we have to do? We’re just a bunch of single dogs.]
Lan Xingchen: [Exactly, it’s time for your Woof Squad to step up!]
Fang Junhao: ???
[What do you mean?]
Lan Xingchen lifted his hand and sent 10,000 yuan into the group chat.
Lan Xingchen: [Within a week, I want to see at least 8,000 yuan appear in Pei Qingjian’s WeChat red packets, understood?]
Fang Junhao didn’t get it: [Why don’t you just give it to him yourself?]
Lan Xingchen: [Doesn’t he care about saving face?]
Wow! Such a considerate romantic! Even thinking about the other person’s feelings—this is true love!
Fang Junhao: [No problem. Just wait, not seven days, three days, and I’ll make sure your boyfriend’s wallet is full.]
Lan Xingchen: [I’ll be watching.]
[No problem!]
Fang Junhao grabbed the money and got to work.
Near noon, he casually sent a group red packet:
[Lunch time, darlings! Today’s meal is on me, Fang Gongzi!]
Then he waited. Seeing Pei Qingjian still hadn’t claimed it, he specifically tagged him:
[Little Pei, why aren’t you claiming the red packet? Hurry, hurry, hurry!]
Pei Qingjian was busy editing photos. Seeing the repeated tags and “hurry, hurry,” he didn’t dare delay and clicked to claim it.
Pei Qingjian: [Thank you!!] (sends a cute rolling cat emoji)
Fang Junhao: [You’re welcome.]
After sending, Fang Junhao checked the amount Pei Qingjian got—and nearly fell off his chair.
0.12???
Not 12, not 120—0.12! He double-checked the decimal, but it was correct.
Fang Junhao couldn’t believe it. How could such a big red packet result in just 0.12 yuan?
Surely, it must be how he sent it.
He tried again, sending another red packet in a different way:
[Got the drinks for you too!]
Again, he tagged Pei Qingjian: [Little Pei, what are you busy with? Why aren’t you claiming?]
Pei Qingjian had no choice but to claim it again, thanking him: [Editing, didn’t see it, sorry, thanks [heart]]
Fang Junhao: [No problem, continue working.]
After checking the new red packet, Fang Junhao nearly blacked out—0.09 this time. Even worse than before!
This must be wrong. Maybe he sent too large an amount?
Fang Junhao cautiously tried a 500-yuan red packet: [Can’t skip post-lunch fruit.]
This time Pei Qingjian grabbed it quickly. After being tagged twice, even if he was shy at first, he didn’t want to appear rude by leaving it alone.
Pei Qingjian: [Thank you!!]
Fang Junhao: [No problem, no problem.]
Then Fang Junhao checked the results—0.11.
Fang Junhao: …
What kind of tiny black hand is this? How can someone’s luck be this terrible?! He’d never seen someone so unlucky!
Meanwhile, Lan Xingchen finished his meeting, opened the group chat, and saw that Fang Junhao had sent three consecutive red packets—and Pei Qingjian seemed to have claimed all of them.
Not bad, not bad… three red packets should at least total a few hundred yuan.
Lan Xingchen clicked each to check how much Pei Qingjian got—and the more he saw, the quieter he became.
By the time all three were claimed, Lan Xingchen’s silence was deafening.
He was trying to subsidize Pei Qingjian, wasn’t he?! Not Fang Junhao!
And why was Pei Qingjian always at the bottom, getting just pennies?! One time, he even got nothing at all!
At this rate, forget 8,000 yuan—he wouldn’t even hit 0.8 yuan!
Lan Xingchen felt a headache coming on.
Fang Junhao, on the other side, was even more frustrated.
What the heck was going on? How could someone be this unlucky? This was insane!
Could this be the legendary “black-luck beauty”?!
Lan Xingchen: [Meeting.]
After sending off his assistant, he sat down and started a new round of discussions—the scientific pampering of a little canary.
Lan Xingchen: [How can we make sure he gets the biggest red packets?]
Fang Junhao thought this might be tricky: [Maybe we should discuss how to prevent Little Pei from always being the unluckiest.]
Lan Xingchen: ……
Xie Siqi eagerly raised his hand: [Me! Me! Let me try. Maybe it’s a vibe conflict between Junhao and Little Pei.]
Lan Xingchen: [Fine. Go ahead.]
Xie Siqi: [No problem!]
He waited until exactly 2 PM, then sent a red packet:
[Come on brothers, you’ve worked hard, have some afternoon tea to relax!]
[[Afternoon Tea Red Packet]]
After sending, Xie Siqi could hardly wait to see Pei Qingjian’s amount.
But Pei Qingjian, probably busy, didn’t rush to grab it.
Xie Siqi could only copy Fang Junhao’s method, tagging him urgently: [Hurry, hurry, Little Pei! Click it so I can see who got the best luck!]
Pei Qingjian had just finished washing dishes and picked up his phone. Seeing the message, he quickly tapped to claim the red packet—and the screen popped up with big black numbers: 0.23.
Pei Qingjian: [Thanks!]
Xie Siqi: [You’re welcome.]
Excited, Xie Siqi took a screenshot and sent it to their new four-person group: [It went up, it went up!]
Lan Xingchen was delighted. “Went up? How much? Let me see!”
He clicked to check—and nearly broke the pen in his hand.
Lan Xingchen: [You call this ‘went up’?]
Xie Siqi confidently defended: [Even a dime is still money!! Compared to the 0.1-something before, he’s now at 0.2-something—that’s an increase!]
Lan Xingchen: [Yeah. At this rate, today he could really hit 0.8. Should I make a banner to thank you?]
Xie Siqi: [Haha, he’s our brother, say what you want.] [Wait, I’ll send another one—maybe he’ll get 0.3 next!]
And then, after a hundred tries, it could become 100 yuan…
Lan Xingchen sighed: [Next, Lao Chang, it’s your turn.]
Xie Siqi: [?? Why Lao Chang now? I was doing fine! Wait, I’ll send the second one myself.]
So Xie Siqi turned to the five-person group and sent another red packet: [Missed the best luck last time, here’s another!]
Pei Qingjian saw it and tapped immediately.
Xie Siqi eagerly opened the results—and nearly popped his eyes out: 0.21.
Xie Siqi: [What… how is it 0.21?! Lower than before?!]
Lan Xingchen: …… [How could it drop after finally breaking past 0.1?]
Chang Le: [Shall I try?]
Lan Xingchen: [Go ahead.]
Chang Le left the chat, opened the five-person group, and sent a large red packet: [Haha, I got the best luck last time, I’ll send one now.]
Everyone held their breath.
Soon, Pei Qingjian claimed it and again said thanks.
Xie Siqi: [How much? I don’t dare look.]
Fang Junhao: [Me neither, Little Pei’s black luck has scared me.]
Lan Xingchen, also a bit shocked by this luck, nervously checked—and saw: 0.53.
Lan Xingchen: !!!
What is this?! Not 1, not 2, but 5!!! Starting with 5!!!
At the same time, Chang Le sent a screenshot to the four-person group.
Xie Siqi: [It went up, it went up!! Steady rise!!]
Fang Junhao: [No kidding, before, all his red packets combined barely matched this.]
Even Lan Xingchen was clearly being PUA’d: [Not bad, keep it going!]
Chang Le: [Alright!] Feeling encouraged, he sent another red packet: [Haha, I again! One more!]
Everyone waited in anticipation. Lan Xingchen even wiped his hands clean before opening the red packet—and saw the familiar 0.13.
Lan Xingchen: ……
Chang Le: ……
Fang Junhao: ……
Xie Siqi: ……
As expected, they should never get their hopes up.
The four stared at these three numbers in silence, wishing they could just remove the damned decimal and shuffle the digits around.
Fang Junhao: [I don’t get it.]
Xie Siqi: [Who could understand?]
Chang Le: [If nothing else, give him a red packet snatching app.]
Lan Xingchen sighed, worried.
Just then, his phone pinged again.
He opened the adjacent group and saw Pei Qingjian happily type: [Everyone’s sending, I’ll send one too!]
[[Snacks for everyone red packet]]
Lan Xingchen: !!!
He stared at the red packet, wishing he could grab Pei Qingjian and shake him.
Do you have money? You just send red packets?! Who allowed this?!
Chang Le, Fang Junhao, and Xie Siqi stared at each other with their minds saying, You look, I look, not daring to act.
Pei Qingjian, however, claimed his own red packet early, waiting to see who got the best luck.
He waited a long time, noticing no one else had grabbed theirs. Puzzled, he thought, Weren’t they in the group just now? Why aren’t they acting?
He waited again. Still nothing. His confusion deepened.
Not overthinking, he quietly messaged Lan Xingchen: [Why isn’t anyone snatching my red packet?]
Lan Xingchen: ……
Lan Xingchen thought, He just doesn’t get it at all!
He wanted to give him money, not take it from him!
Lan Xingchen: [Why join the fun? You’re family, family doesn’t send red packets.]
Pei Qingjian: [But you all sent some.] He admitted honestly. [I saw you were having fun and wanted to join.]
Lan Xingchen hadn’t expected that.
Lan Xingchen: [Fine then. Play if you want. I’ll go claim it now.]
Pei Qingjian: [Great!]
Lan Xingchen opened the red packet and saw only 45. Not much—but okay.
Lan Xingchen: [Go ahead and claim it.] He said to Fang Junhao and the others.
Fang Junhao hesitated: [Really? I can’t bring myself to do it.]
Xie Siqi: [Yeah, he barely got any money!]
Chang Le: [If he got the best luck, I wouldn’t sleep tonight.]
Lan Xingchen: [It’s okay. Shouldn’t be much, just claim it.]
Chang Le didn’t trust him.
Xie Siqi, however, curiously tapped to check: [Really, I only got 0.13—yep, not much.]
Relieved, Chang Le carefully claimed his red packet.
Chang Le: [No way!!!] Seeing the number 128 on his screen, he exclaimed, [I didn’t get the best luck again, did I?!]
Fang Junhao laughed heartily: [With your luck today, you won’t sleep tonight!]
Laughing, Fang Junhao clicked to check his red packet—but his smile froze.
The red packet screen displayed in bold black numbers: 413.67.
Pei Qingjian sent a “Wow” emoji and exclaimed: [Fang Ge, you got the best luck! So big!]
Fang Junhao: ……
Fang Junhao: QAQ
He didn’t want this! He didn’t agree! He didn’t even think about getting the best luck!
413.67—that’s how many times bigger than the red packets Pei Qingjian had grabbed today!
How could he snatch such a huge red packet?!
Pei Qingjian’s own red packet hadn’t even reached 1.3, yet Fang Junhao had gotten four hundred thirteen!
Fang Junhao could have slapped himself twice; he really deserved it!
He was basically bullying Pei Qing!
How could he sleep tonight?
He wouldn’t sleep at all!
Author’s note:
Lan Xingchen: Haha, today the one getting screwed isn’t me!
Fang Junhao: It’s me, it’s me QAQ
Fang Junhao woke up at 3 a.m., wanting to smack his own hands. I really shouldn’t have gotten that huge red packet… I just made things worse for someone already not wealthy. I’m not human!