Qiu Yan looked at her second uncle's wedding room with satisfaction. The red windows, red curtains, red tents, red double happiness symbols... everything pleased her.

Compared to the hardships of the past, I hope everything will go smoothly tomorrow.

Inside the bridal chamber, red gauze curtains hung low, creating a hazy and dreamy atmosphere. The walls were decorated with various red floral patterns, making it both warm and cozy.

The furnishings are simple yet not extravagant, expensive yet not cheap, understated yet elegant.

The bed is exquisitely crafted, with beautifully embroidered mandarin ducks playing in the water on the bright red cotton quilt. The finished product is the work of Zhao Yuanyuan.

Zhao Yuanyuan is now Jiang Liu's top manager at Baiyang Clothing Shop, and also Jiang Liu's right-hand woman.

A small sachet hangs from the curtain hook, emitting a faint fragrance.

A faint scent of sandalwood filled the air, and dappled sunlight streamed through the openwork, carved window frames.

Beyond the bed curtains was an exquisite bed with intricate carvings, clearly not a rare find.

Turning to the side, a bronze mirror sits on a wooden dressing table, next to which is an exquisite wooden comb.

This wooden comb was specially purchased by Qiu Dafu for Jiang Liu; its style and color were chosen according to Jiang Liu's preferences.

The whole room felt so peaceful and comfortable.

All of this was arranged jointly by Qiu Yan and Qiu Yumei. Qiu Dafu was moved by it and had no objections.

"Wow, what a beautiful wedding room!" Qiu Ling'er entered happily, looking around the room. "Sister, we finally have a second aunt."

My second uncle, the man who's even closer to me than my own father, is finally getting married.

Qiu Ling'er was even happier at this moment than when she was praised by her teacher.

Tomorrow, she must dress herself up beautifully.

“Yes, we finally have a second aunt.” Qiu Yan echoed Qiu Ling’er’s words, unable to suppress her smile.

"Mother, is it you and Father next?" Gu Xiaoran temporarily forgot about Lightning and ran over to ask Qiu Yan.

Lightning was not free, and he was powerless to stop it.

There was no way to disobey my mother's orders.

Qiu Yan remained noncommittal, smiling but not answering.

That day, she and Gu Qian only made a verbal agreement and had not yet discussed it with her second uncle.

Furthermore, it's unknown how long the war will last.

She does hope to get married soon. Hopefully, this war will end soon.

"That goes without saying, the next one will definitely be your mother." Qin Susu walked closer with a smile, patting her chest as if she were even more eager than Qiu Yan.

"Not necessarily." Bai Lu behind her said softly, then lowered her eyes and quietly looked at her protruding belly.

In her eyes, this repulsive bastard was like a malignant tumor, firmly rooted in her body, and impossible to get rid of.

No, once this bastard is born, she can finally relax.

Anyway, she would never want this child.

In the courtyard,

"..."

"Young lady, are you here looking for Xiaoyan?"

"Look at her, her face and figure, she's really beautiful."

"I guess you've come to congratulate Dafu, but Dafu's wedding isn't until tomorrow, you've come too early."

"Could she be Dafu's confidante?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? That's impossible. He's very wealthy, and he's getting married tomorrow."

"Then she must have come looking for Xiaoyan."

"Perhaps, they are a distant relative of the Qiu family."

"..."

Suddenly, chaos erupted in the Qiu family courtyard.

"I am Song Jiao, and I belong to Miss Qiu Yan." Song Jiao appeared in public, her face veiled by a blue veil and dressed in a light blue brocade robe.

She carried her pipa and hurried to the Qiu family.

"It's Sister Song Jiao." Qiu Ling'er saw Song Jiao and quickly ran out of the courtyard, taking the pipa from her hands.