Chapter 600: Only a fool would believe that kind of thing
The green grass immediately responded and hurriedly disappeared into the darkness.
Yuan Xueqing stood stunned for a while, then hurried back to the house and opened all the doors and windows.
It was almost dawn at this time, the morning breeze blew in, and there was a slight chill. The Mid-Autumn Festival was only a few days away.
It's autumn.
Yuan Xueqing was sitting in front of the dressing table next to the window. In the mirror, she could vaguely see the bright red wedding bed.
This was her first night of marriage, as the saying goes, the wedding night. Her groom came from another woman in a lewd manner, and she could even smell the smell of joy on his body.
It's really disgusting.
She bought this spice after she decided that she was going to marry into the Wen family. Now that she has married in, and since she has become the fourth grandma, she has to live up to it in a decent way.
I want to see her jokes, but I want to see if they are good enough.
After the sweet smell in the room dissipated, Yuan Xueqing lay back down again.
The bright red mark on the white wedding handkerchief was earned by herself.
As for the love between men and women...
She turned and glanced at the man who would be her husband in name from now on. She thought of Mr. Yuan's face and twitched her lips in disdain. Only a fool would believe that kind of thing.
Yuan Xueqing closed her eyes and decided to take a good rest now, and then began to face her first day as the fourth grandmother.
The sky soon dawned, and when it turned blue, Wen Tingyuan got up.
Qiao Yuyan woke up when she heard the noise, got up from bed as a rare opportunity, put on court clothes for him, and washed up with him.
"Why don't you sleep a little longer? It's still early!"
When Wen Tingyuan saw her calling for someone, he simply handed her the handkerchief.
Qiao Yuyan took it, wiped her face casually, and rolled her eyes at him, "I'm sleepy after leaving."
The words "eat the marrow and know the taste" can really be called torture in a certain sense for an upright, young and strong man.
Wen Tingyuan seemed to not understand the meaning of her look, and just smiled stupidly.
Qiao Yuyan complained: "It was just the night before last. Anyway, I have a day off. I know clearly that today is a big court meeting and the bride is going to admit her marriage, but I still bother like this."
She was muttering dissatisfiedly as she helped him tie the quilt. Wen Tingyuan simply lifted her chin and kissed her, as if to stop her nagging, which made Qiao Yuyan unable to say the next words.
Because Wen Tingyuan and others had errands to do, it was especially early for the men to recognize themselves in the front yard.
Qiao Yuyan slowly finished her breakfast before going to the Shou'an Hall, waiting for the old lady to get up, and then waited for the bride to come.
Mrs. Wen also arrived early, still wearing plain clothes, but she brought a pair of bracelets to show that she valued the bride.
The two sisters-in-law sat together and talked. When Mrs. Zhou saw it, she rolled her eyes and sat next to Mr. Chu.
Ever since the news of Qiao Weipeng being taken away by the Jin Yiwei spread like wildfire, Mrs. Zhou saw Qiao Yuyan's face looking like this. There were so many guests there yesterday, but she didn't show any signs of restraint.
Qiao Yuyan had reason to suspect that because there were so many people yesterday, the third wife's verbal skills should be used to her advantage, because when she sat down at the table in the evening, some strange eyes fell on her.
But this was something that could have been expected. After all, Qiao Weipeng was taken away without concealment.
It's just that Zhou's attitude of being a wallflower is really annoying.
"Brother didn't say anything. Your uncle's matter should not be a big problem. Just relax. As for other people's attitudes, why do you care about her?"
Wen's voice was soft and soft. Qiao Yuyan turned around and met her concerned eyes. Her heart couldn't help but feel warm. After all, she was still grateful for her kindness. "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I can save it."
While talking, Mrs. Wen brought the bride over to pay her respects.
The bride wears red for three days before the wedding to look festive.
Compared to her gentle and outstanding appearance, Yuan Xueqing looked a bit bleak standing together.
Especially against the backdrop of the bright red dress, her appearance feels far different from that of gentleness.
Fortunately, her manners are elegant and elegant, and she is not so petty, but she can make up for it.
As usual, people are invited with tea, and others just give red envelopes.
Old Mrs. Wen's temper has improved a lot now, and she always smiles. Now when she heard Yuan Xueqing call her "grandmother," she even smiled like a flower, "Okay, okay, from now on you will be my Wen family." My granddaughter-in-law! It would be best to help our Wen family spread its branches as soon as possible."
A purse was handed to Yuan Xueqing's tea tray, and there was a "dong" sound. It must be either gold or jade.
Whatever comes out of Mrs. Wen's hands will never be bad.
Then Mrs. Wen led Yuan Xueqing to see Mr. Zhou and Mr. Wen.
When they arrived at Qiao Yuyan's place, Mrs. Zhou said: "Silang's wife, your sixth aunt is a very rich man. Otherwise, if you bark a few more times, this purse may be many times bigger."
Those who watch the excitement never think it's a big deal. The Zhou family has always been resentful that Wen Tingyuan's private property was not handed over to the public. Whenever something happened, he would say something.
Mrs. Wen had a slight smile, but there was calculation in her eyes, "It seems that your third aunt really loves you, and she is not telling lies. To put it into perspective, the total number of us in this house is probably I’m not as rich as your sixth aunt, so take advantage of this new situation and give her a fortune.”
As he spoke, he started laughing as if he had told some funny joke.
It's just that she has always been a serious person. Even if she deliberately wants to make people laugh, she still looks a bit nondescript.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Chu also chimed in, "Aunt Six has always been generous, but my ex-son Yong Geer Sansheng gave such a huge sum of money, which frightened the three younger siblings. Baba's thought that Aunt Six had given the money by mistake. .”
It turned out that she felt that she had given her son less. Qiao Yuning laughed in her heart. She could give her money however she wanted, but she used such a method to squeeze out money. She would not accept this trick.
When Yuan Xueqing heard this, she smiled and said: "As an elder, even if you just give me a pebble, it is still the elder's intention. How can you open your mouth to ask for something like this?
But since everyone says that Aunt Six is the God of Wealth, in the future I will go to Aunt Six’s house more and sit there more often, and if I don’t think so, I will be able to grab a mountain of gold!”
These words made Old Mrs. Wen laugh, "Silang's wife is very sweet-tongued, and she is very right. Good boy, go make trouble with your third aunt. She is sweet here. You can call her a few more times and see if she knows how to talk." Give me more wallets."
Mrs. Zhou's face felt a little embarrassed and she could only smile dryly, "I can't afford it. Who doesn't know that our third bedroom is the most miserable."
Qiao Yuyan saw that the old lady was a little unhappy because of her words, so she took over the topic with a smile, "Speaking of which, I am still younger than Si Lang's wife! I was born as an elder, and I always feel a few years older inexplicably."
She took out the purse she had prepared and said, "I have already suffered a loss, but I have to be stingy to recover the loss. Shiro's wife must not be too little."