Chapter 143 Extra 1

The bumpy ride on the dirt road left Zhao Xiheng pale-faced.

Upon seeing this, Wei Li quickly called out to her, "Don't throw up in my car."

Zhao Xiheng glared at him, then turned her head away uncomfortably.

"Here." He held the steering wheel with his left hand, rummaged around with his right hand for a while, and finally found a White Rabbit milk candy in his shirt pocket, where he should have clipped his pen.

"Thank you." Zhao Xiheng didn't stand on ceremony, unwrapped the candy and ate it; the rich milky flavor relieved her motion sickness.

She tugged at the candy wrapper, stretched it out, and smoothed it out. The oil paper still smelled of butter, and the whole car became sweet.

White Rabbit milk candy is expensive, so it's only sold in shopping malls in big cities. In small villages, people are lucky if they can get sweet soup to drink.

Her dad used to bring her a bag of candy when he went out, and she could never get enough of it. So she would collect the wrappers and put them in a tin box, smelling them whenever she wanted a treat.

Zhao Xiheng smiled as she recalled her childhood, folded the candy wrapper into a paper crane, and put it in her pocket.

Wei Li glanced at her several times, then scoffed, "You're so pathetic. You could just throw away a candy wrapper. It would be so embarrassing if someone saw you like that."

That's so pathetic. Do you think you can go without candy if you're with him?

Zhao Xiheng secretly rolled her eyes at him. Not to mention the children in the village, even the children in the town chewed up the candy wrappers before eating it to savor the taste. How was she shameful?

After crossing a mountain, you arrive at a bustling town. Last year's popular song, "Our Life Is Full of Sunshine," plays on the streets, blending with the news and crackling sounds from the radio.

The streets and alleys were bustling and full of life.

The shop windows gleamed, adorned with posters of beautiful, voluptuous women.

Wei Li stopped the car and pulled her into the street.

A fashionable woman in a dress, holding hands with another woman on the street, kept glancing at the two of them, whispering and covering her mouth to giggle.

Zhao Xiheng glanced at the bright and fashionable dress the other person was wearing and felt a little strange.

She used to own many such dresses, but she pawned them all.

When she saw people talking about her, she figured they were probably saying she dressed unfashionably.

Zhao Xiheng pouted unhappily, raised her chin, and said, "So what if I'm rustic? Anyway, I'm pretty, I'd look good even in a tattered burlap sack."

Two women whispered to each other by the roadside for a while. Suddenly, one of them, a tall woman, walked up and said warmly to Zhao Xiheng, "Hello, comrade. My name is Chen Ruonan. What's your name? You're so beautiful!"

Zhao Xiheng blushed.

The thing that makes a girl happiest in the world is receiving a sincere compliment from another girl.

Before she could speak, Wei Li put his arm around her shoulder, pulled her close, and glared at Chen Ruonan menacingly, "So what if they know your name?"

Then he put his arm around Zhao Xiheng and left.

As he walked, he said, “Let me tell you, the social atmosphere is more open now. You have to be careful not only of men, but also of women. She’s obviously flirting with you. You can’t talk to people like that.”

"I'm a grown woman, why are you making decisions for me? I know what to do." Zhao Xiheng was a little angry. Was Wei Li treating her like a child?

Wei Li touched the tip of his nose, as if realizing that this kind of control was not good and that he might run away, but he still gritted his teeth and said sternly, "You are my wife now, and you have never been out in society before, so I have to manage you and teach you a thing or two?"

Zhao Xiheng thought about it and realized that what he said made some sense, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong with it.

Wei Li interrupted her thoughts, "Let's go, let's go buy you a little dress."

"Why buy a dress? This outfit is perfect for just taking a picture of our marriage certificate. It's simple and shows the style of the proletariat." Zhao Xiheng wasn't going to buy any more clothes. She wasn't a pampered young lady with a nanny anymore. She had to work, and wearing a dress wouldn't be convenient.

"I said I'd buy it, so I'll buy it. Why are you talking so much?" Wei Li pulled his sunglasses off his collar, put them on, and led her into the mall in front of him.

He looked like a wealthy guy, so the sales clerks weren't going to let him off the hook. They enthusiastically introduced the new spring/summer collection, with the best-selling item being the dress.

"Braggi" is a transliteration of the Russian word meaning "dress," and it naturally has a distinct Russian style. Wearing it is fashionable and stylish, and it is highly sought after by young girls today.

Anyone who owns two dresses is the envy of the whole class. Last year, Zhao Xiheng could wear a different dress for half a month without repeating one, which made all her classmates extremely envious.

She has fair skin and looks good in everything she wears; she tried on every single item hanging in the store.

What young girl doesn't love to look pretty? Zhao Xiheng looked at herself in the mirror, unable to take her eyes off her.

She fiddled with the wispy bangs on her forehead; it would be even better if she curled them with tongs.

Wei Li had already pushed his sunglasses up to the top of his head, his eyes filled with amazement.

He thought to himself that he was really good at business; he could marry such a beautiful wife for only two thousand yuan.

"Why don't you try on that red one?" Wei Li pointed to the maroon dress hanging on the wall, with several elegant pleats on the hem.

The dress has a Peter Pan collar with lace trim, and a belt about half a palm's width around the waist.

You should wear red for your wedding; it's festive.

Maroon is not tacky at all; on the contrary, it makes people look fairer and more elegant, with a lot of charm.

Wei Li thought she would look good in it.

Zhao Xiheng went inside to change her clothes, and Wei Li asked the sales clerk to pack up everything she had tried on before paying.

I also bought several pairs of shiny, mid-heeled leather sandals. I left the clothes and shoes at the mall for safekeeping.

Foreign perfumes were also very popular among young girls, and those who had money wanted to buy a bottle. Since others had them, Wei Li naturally couldn't let Zhao Xiheng lack them either. He called it saving face for himself.

"Jasmine, osmanthus, and rose are the three that sell best," the salesperson enthusiastically introduced.

"Let's not buy it." This thing is very expensive. She said that she and Wei Li had only met a few times and hadn't spoken much. Although they were getting married soon, they weren't very familiar with each other. She didn't want something so expensive.

"I still have that two thousand yuan. If you want it, you'd better behave and choose one." Wei Li patted his pocket, threatening her.

Zhao Xiheng muttered to herself, "I've never seen anyone so eager to spend money. I want the gardenia scent!"

After buying the perfume, Wei Li tugged at her hair and noticed some girls in the department store with permed, wool-like curls. He then took her to a hair salon.

Most of the time, people just cut their hair at home, unless it's an important occasion or they have money to spare before going to a hair salon.

The pliers circled around Zhao Xiheng's hair, making a sizzling sound and smelling burnt.

However, the effect was quite good; the curly hair made her look a few years older, like a fashionable young woman from the city.

The hairstylist also styled her hair, placing a wide hair clip in her hair that matched the color of her dress.

"The lady looks really good. Should the gentleman get a haircut too?" The hairdresser glanced at Wei Li, who looked almost dazed.

Wei Li finally came to her senses. "We're getting married today, let's get our hair cut."

He mainly wanted to tell his master that they were getting married today.

"Alright, alright. Getting married is a joyous occasion, and our revolutionary friendship has been elevated. We will become comrades-in-arms for life!" The hairdresser said cheerfully as he cut his overly long hair short, took out hair gel, and swept his hair up, combing and fixing it into a three-seven part.

Wei Li sat in front of the mirror, completely unaware of how he had been made up. He was only looking at Zhao Xiheng's reflection in the mirror.

She sat on the bench behind, wearing a maroon dress. Her waist was incredibly slim, easily encircled by one hand, revealing her long, slender, white calves and fair arms. Metal buckles adorned her delicate ankles, and she wore black mid-heeled sandals. Her hair was curly, her lips were red, and her eyebrows were neatly drawn, making her look like a woman in a magazine.

Some of them are so beautiful...

"Alright, comrade."

"Comrade."

The master patted Wei Li on the shoulder.

He then remembered to look at himself in the mirror.

His forehead was almost completely exposed, and his medium-length hair was styled with hairspray to be shiny but not sticky to his scalp, making him look very refined, unlike himself at all.

As the two walked out hand in hand, the scissor master, still holding the scissors, clung to the doorframe and waved to them, saying, "May you have a long and happy marriage!"

Fashion trends swept across the new China, and foreign cultures also influenced people.

Everyone is chasing trends and learning the romantic ways of foreigners.

On May 21st, a long line of people waiting to get their marriage certificates formed at the Civil Affairs Bureau. Zhao Xiheng had already spent half a day shopping for clothes and shoes, going out for a haircut, and when she saw the long line, her face fell. "Maybe I should come back tomorrow."

The heels were a bit high, and she felt uncomfortable standing for long periods.

Getting married is so troublesome, full of twists and turns.

"No way!" Wei Li gritted his teeth. "You stand here and wait a while."

He strode out, and Zhao Xiheng couldn't catch him.

There was a shop not far away. Wei Li went inside and came out a little while later, carrying an oil paper bag. He handed the bag to her and pointed to a shady spot in the flower bed, saying, "Go sit there for a while."

Staff members came out to maintain order and, in order to save time, distributed registration forms to those in line.

Wei Li held it and looked at it for a while, only to find that he didn't recognize most of the characters on it.

Zhao Xiheng spread a handkerchief on the flower bed, afraid of getting her new dress dirty.

She opened the oil paper bag, which contained a large bag of White Rabbit milk candy, peach crisps, boxed candied fruit, chestnut jelly, tamarind cake, and a bottle of Coca-Cola with English printed on the glass bottle, indicating it was a trendy imported product.

Wei Li squeezed into the crowd to queue, still looking down at the registration form in his hand with a frown. He had rolled up a few buttons on his shirt sleeves, revealing his strong, lean wrists. He had sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and a well-defined jawline.

Looking at him for a moment, Zhao Xiheng suddenly found him much more pleasing to the eye.

He seems like a nice person, not as bad as the villagers say.

Zhao Xiheng carried the oil paper bag over and stood beside him. The scent of gardenia perfume on her made Wei Li subconsciously look up.

"Can't open the Coke?"

He casually took the glass bottle of Coke out of the oil paper package, saying, "I knew you couldn't open it."

With the bottle facing the wall, place the bottle opening an inch above it, and the cap will open, producing a soft, bubbling sound as the cola bubbles.

Zhao Xiheng reached into the oil paper packet. "What do you want to eat?"

She didn't actually come to ask him to open the bottle.