Shen Cunpu's father, the legendary "Old Shen" who supposedly worked in a mysterious unit.

It actually happened!

It is said to be a research institute in Northwest China with a classified code.

There are rumors that once you're in there, you'll have to sign a confidentiality agreement for decades.

Shen Cunpu was raised by his mother, Jiang Yongmei, from a young age.

Su Qingzhi also looked over.

This person, who never appeared in the original work, is now standing right in front of me.

Upon hearing the sound, Su Qingzhi immediately looked up.

Her heart skipped a beat.

This person was not mentioned at all in the original novel's plot.

The image of the father is blank.

But now, that blank has been truly filled.

He had dark skin and prominent cheekbones.

You can tell at a glance that someone has lived in harsh conditions for a long time.

But those eyes shone with a resolute light.

The man grinned.

"How can a father not come back when his son gets married?"

He patted Shen Cunpu on the shoulder.

"No matter how important the task, it is not as important as the matter of my son."

He then walked into the courtyard.

Seeing everyone staring at him, he waved his hand again.

"You guys can talk whatever you want, I'll go tidy up first."

He wasn't used to being the center of attention, and he didn't want the atmosphere of the wedding to be changed because of him.

"Yongmei, take me inside to change my clothes."

He looked at Jiang Yongmei with a look of apology and tenderness in his eyes.

Jiang Yongmei is his wife, but also the person he has wronged for half his life.

Over the years, the entire burden of the family has fallen on her shoulders alone.

Now his son is married.

He could finally stand beside her with dignity, as her husband.

Jiang Yongmei didn't seem too surprised by his return.

Her face remained largely expressionless.

"I knew you wouldn't miss today."

After more than twenty years of marriage, there's no need for many words anymore.

Her composure was not indifference, but rather a deep-seated conviction and trust.

Not long after, the two came out.

This time, Mr. Shen put on a brand new Zhongshan suit.

He seemed like a completely different person.

Now that you look at it, it really is a carbon copy of Shen Cunpu.

Shen's father waved to Su Qingzhi.

"Daughter, come here and let Dad take a look."

Su Qingzhi walked over and called softly, "Uncle Chen."

She stood still, somewhat reserved.

Dad nodded.

“If Shen Cunpu bullies you, don’t tolerate it. Just tell me and I’ll deal with him.”

He smiled and patted Su Qingzhi's shoulder, his wrinkles crinkling at the corners of his eyes.

He paused, then added.

“My son has been stubborn since he was a child, so I can’t let him do whatever he wants.”

Su Qingzhi quickly shook her head.

"No, no, Shen Cunpu and Auntie are both very kind to me."

“They all treat me like their own daughter, and they’re always worried that I won’t be used to the food or the place… I’m really happy.”

Captain Zhang and Sister-in-law Zhang came over.

The couple were old acquaintances of the Shen family and were also honored guests today.

Aunt Zhang said with a grin, "Still calling him uncle and aunt? Old Shen, as the father-in-law, haven't you given him the red envelope yet?"

She was clearly teasing Su Qingzhi.

Su Qingzhi knew they were teasing her as soon as she heard it, and quickly explained.

"I haven't changed how I address you yet, so I'm a little nervous."

She took a deep breath, turned to look at her father and Jiang Yongmei, and called out with a blush, "Dad, Mom."

Jiang Yongmei's eyes crinkled with laughter: "Oh, what a good child!"

She immediately stepped forward and grabbed Su Qingzhi's hand.

How many years had she waited to hear that "Mom"?

From her daughter's wedding to her son's marriage, she always longed for the day when her family would be complete.

Now, it has finally come true.

As he spoke, he took out two red envelopes from his bag and stuffed them into Su Qingzhi's hand.

"This is a small token of our appreciation from your father and me."

The red envelope was bright red, brand new and shiny, with the character "囍" (double happiness) printed on it in gold foil.

Jiang Yongmei stuffed it in with extra force, as if she wanted to press all her love into this thin paper package.

Dad touched his pocket, feeling a little embarrassed.

Jiang Yongmei secretly glared at him.

Then she took out another red envelope from another bag and stuffed it into his hand.

Dad quickly took it.

"Dad came in a hurry and didn't have time to prepare. I'll make it up to you next time!"

The courtyard was bustling with activity, filled with laughter.

But at Fang Mingyu's house, which wasn't far away, the scene was quite different.

The gate was tightly shut, the windowpanes were covered with a layer of dust, the yard was overgrown with weeds, and a few tattered clothes hung on the clothesline, swaying in the wind.

Liu Yuelan and Chen Xinghua both looked unwell.

They sat on low stools in the main room, heads bowed, and none of them spoke.

The food on the table had gone cold, and the pot lid was askew.

Because Fang Mingyu not only didn't give a bride price, he didn't even buy Liu Yuelan a new dress.

The wedding date had already passed by a month, but the Fang family hadn't contributed a single penny.

Liu Yuelan wore her old coat from last winter when she got married.

As the mother of her husband's family, Chen Xinghua simply watched coldly from the sidelines.

The wedding was shabby and perfunctory from beginning to end.

But what could she do?

Life goes on.

There were only two tables set up for the banquet at home.

But Liu Yuelan and her two children didn't even sit at the table.

The three of them sat quietly at a small wooden table in the corner of the kitchen.

Fang Mingyu said that there were too many guests and not enough seats, so they could just eat whatever they wanted in the kitchen.

After he finished speaking, he turned and went into the main room.

He didn't turn back, nor did he offer any further explanation.

Liu Yuelan felt extremely wronged.

The more she thought about it, the more upset she became, as if a heavy stone was pressing on her chest.

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